Fic: [Chuck] Ellie versus the Poisonous Gas
Ellie versus the Poisonous Gas
AU in which Ellie gets the Intersect
Spoilers for 2:06 'Chuck vs the Ex', plus some events in Season 1
Pairing: Ellie/John Casey.
Jill is now male and called Jack
R/NC17; smut! Pretty detailed description of sex.
***
It's been rough, adapting to all this new information in my brain. Worse than when I crammed in medical knowledge to qualify as a doctor. However, Sarah's smart, agile, tough and I really like her. She and my little brother have been making eyes at each other. He doesn't know she's C.I.A yet. I wish there was something I could do to give him a better chance with her. There have been a lot of furtive glances between when they think I'm not noticing.
Then there's the other side of the equation, my N.S.A. handler. John Casey's a big, hard, military man. Tall, rangy, great muscle tone, stunning blue eyes, good bone structure. However, he's buttoned down so tight emotionally that the doctor part of me is privately concerned about incipient ulcers, stress disorders or worse. He's also hot. Well, at least physically. If he could loosen up and smile more often, he'd be a lot nicer. He works in the hospital with me, shadowing my shifts and has arranged something via the government with the hospital management so that I can drop my doctor duties and go on a spy job at a moments' notice.
Over the last year or so, he's softened a ways. He compliments me when I've done well and gives me verbal credit to General Beckman. He's saved my life on a weekly basis. Mind you, sometimes I've broken out my emergency first aid kit and patched up either him or Sarah. John's appreciated that and even thanked me. I've also learned to 'translate' his grunts as well. We understand each other, at least when it comes to spy work.
And yet...and yet. Sometimes there's a brief flash of tenderness in his eyes. Even the unmistakeable heated glances which speak of attraction or desire. But he's holding himself back. I'd like to make him lose control, loosen up some of that tightly held energy. I can think of an excellent way to help him relax! From the general discussions we've had in the Castle, I'm aware that a romantic relationship between handler and asset is supposedly strictly off limits. So, he's denying himself - me, us - because of the rules.
Yes; I've been attracted to him - at least physically - from the start. When we touch, even casually, I at least am very aware of it. It sparks delicious erotic fire all the way through me. Thing is, it could be just me. I've had no idea if John is feeling the same. At least, not until recently.
****
It was when we were shot full of sodium pentothal that I learned the truth. I looked at John.
“Your jaw was chiselled by Michaelangelo himself!”
The aforementioned jaw twitched, then he looked at me. His glance was full of heat and tenderness.
“You are so beautiful and gorgeous. Oh God, forget I said that!”
It was too late, I'd seen the truth of the words in his eyes.
I touched his upper arm, “It's okay. I feel pretty much the same about you.”
He visibly clamped down on his emotions, “Stop it, Ellie.”
“At least I know you're not immune to me.”
He tried to glare, but failed, “We can't. Not now, not ever.”
My tongue was still loosened by the drug, “Hey, I'd settle for an intense, passionate affair!”
His eyes flashed fire, “Ellie...”
He grabbed my arm and dragged me outside and to the antidote without further discussion.
****
Of course, there was one earlier brief, desperate and passionate kiss. We thought there was a bomb. Goodness' knows, I was convinced. With ten seconds to go, I grabbed John's arms. He looked down at me, pulled me closer and our lips met instinctively. Oh, yes. Starting hard and demanding, then gentling to delicious tenderness. If I was going to die, I was starting out at least half way to heaven with his lips on mine. Of course, he'd buttoned right down seconds' later when the supposed bomb proved a fake.
***
Then Jack came back into my life; again. We needed him to tease out Fulcrum agents. Casey looked at him through narrowed eyes in serious mistrust. He even grabbed Jack by his shirt-front.
“Hurt Ellie again and I will kill you.” He meant it too.
“I'm here to help, I promise.”
I approached them both, looking at Casey, “I'll be okay. If Jack betrays me again, I'll hurt him myself.”
John looked at me, “Really?”
“Amazing what a huge dose of Senokot can do, John.”
John snorted in humour, “Well, Ellie; you have sneaky moves!”
***
So, we went out on the job. Then the bad guys launched a particularly nasty poison gas. I rushed inside with the antidote, sick with worry because John was inside. Even a strong-as-an-ox fella like him wouldn't be able to resist the poison very much longer than anyone else. I ran towards John. His skin had a nasty sheen of pale, grey and sweaty. His eyes were reddened and he was trying valiantly not to sway, but failing. It was about as bad as it could be. My normal doctors' calm was replaced by sick panic.
I fumbled the syringe for the first time ever. It dropped and smashed on the floor. Then I remembered I was carrying the antidote, inside my body. Urgency and fear made me desperate. I had to save him, if not for me, then for himself. It was an extreme long shot, but maybe - just maybe - my saliva might be enough to keep him going a bit longer or even cure him. John didn't have long without medical aid. And, to tell the truth, I couldn't let him die without showing him how I felt; without kissing him one more time. So I grabbed him, ignored his protests and kissed him.
For a second, maybe two, he froze. Then he was kissing me back. My tongue slid into his mouth and he moaned softly. His tongue caressed mine. He tasted better than I remembered, even given he was seriously unwell. We moved fully into each others' arms and descended to the floor of the stage. His hand cupped my cheek, then moved around to the back of my head, pulling me even closer. Things were getting pretty intense when we were interrupted by Jack.
He gave John the proper antidote, then we injected everyone else. John made himself scarce. I sighed inwardly. I felt as though I'd just gotten through his armour and now he'd shut me out again. I finished filing my report and went home. No more laying my heart on the line - well almost - just to have the offer rejected. If John could do this, so could I. Be the ice maiden, shut down, just do the job. Though I was seriously pissed under the surface.
***
When I got back to my condo, there was a huge bunch of beautiful fragrant pink lilies in a vase outside. Tucked into the blooms was a card. I recognised it as one of John's N.S.A. cards. On the rear was a short message.
'I've been an ass. Please forgive me. John. X.'
I unlocked my front door.
“Thank-you for saving my life.”
His voice was quiet and just behind me. I jumped what seemed to be about three feet in the air.
“You shut me out; again!”
His expression was uncharacteristically humble and contrite, “Not any more, I promise.”
I folded my arms, “And what makes you think I want you, now?”
A crooked smile curved his lips, “You've every right to be angry. But you've been in my blood, my mind, my dreams...everything since the first moment we met.”
My anger began to melt. He moved closer, just within touching range.
“So why hide it all this time?”
His jaw twitched, “The last woman I cared about died on me, remember? Then turned out to be a French spy. Plus I'm not supposed to fraternise with my asset.”
I narrowed my eyes, trying to stay mad, but failing,“They call it fraternisation these days?”
His eyes were hot with desire, “You can call it what the hell you like if I can touch you. Kiss you. Caress you.”
Talk about bedroom eyes and that voice of his in seduction mode. Anger rapidly morphed into good old fashioned lust.
“Fuck me?”
That did it. He moved with fluid grace, pulling me and the bouquet into the condo and closing the door behind us. He put the vase of flowers down and cupped my face. Then we kissed. I'd thought the last two times had been pretty heavenly. I was utterly wrong. As John kissed me and really meant it with full focused attention, I almost swooned. This was heaven. I moaned and kissed him back. We stood there for some minutes, just kissing, with him pressed against me. Mind you, I was pressing right back into him, my hands in his hair.
Suddenly his hands moved to the zip on my dress. My hands went to the hem of his tee shirt. Then we were pulling each others' clothes off, almost frantic in the need to get naked.
“It's okay,” he murmured, between kisses, “I swear I'm clean. But I've got condoms.”
“Want you.”
“Yes! Need you, Ellie.”
“Please, John...”
We were down to our underwear by now and I was still wearing my heeled sandals.
He smiled; sweet, hot and slow, backing me gently against the nearest wall. Almost wolfish. Wow. If he made good on half the promise in his eyes and that cocky smile, this was going to be exceptional. If I'd known John was capable of this kind of passion, he'd have got me into bed with him long since.
***
He cupped my face with his hands. In spite of all the handling of guns, his skin was smooth and not calloused. As we went into another kiss, his hands descended slowly; down my shoulders, arms and torso to my hips, then back up again. He stopped their ascent right under my bra. John pulled back to look into my eyes. He gently slipped off my bra straps and unhooked it at the back. Then he slid his hands slowly under the material and cupped my breasts. I gasped and slid my hands up his chest in return. Firm, toned and deliciously hairy. He hissed eagerly as I skimmed my hands over his nipples. Then my bra hit the floor as he caressed my breasts. His mouth descended to my breasts, closing his lips around one of my nipples. I moaned with pleasure. I was so turned on that I could hardly breathe.
“John...”
His nostrils flared slightly, “It's all right, Ellie.”
His right hand moved down under my panties, finding me wet and violently aroused. John's lips met mine as his index finger circled, stroked, exactly in the right rhythm. I arched, my head went back and I came, just like that. He squatted, easing my panties down, replacing his finger with his mouth. His tongue was warm, agile and he moaned as he sucked and licked me.
“Oh my..!” My words were cut short by being propelled rapidly back over the peak into bliss.
John stood up. There was an impressive tent in his boxers, ending somewhere around his left hip. I slid my fingers under the elastic and peeled the cloth back. His boxers hit the floor and his erection stood unveiled, proud and hard. It was long and thick, in delicious proportion to the rest of him. Something inside me clenched with a mixture of desire and deep recognition. He was going to fill me perfectly, as though he'd been made for my personal pleasure. He turned with his back to the wall and sank down onto the smooth top a decorative wooden chest. He sat there, ready and eager.
“C'mere, sweet Ellie.”
I made to kick the sandals off.
“Please, keep them on.”
I knelt on the chest, on either side of his powerful thighs, “Got a thing about high heels?”
“Got a thing about you in high heels.”
He quickly sheathed himself in a condom.
“Oh, John.”
Then I lifted myself and sank slowly back down, taking him all the way inside me. I moaned with ecstasy and my head went back. Now, this was heaven. He seemed to think so too, because he growled next to my ear. Then we began moving and the pleasure... It was way beyond anything I'd ever known before. John was making these deep sexy grunts and I was shaking as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me. His hands were grasping my behind, steering me. I hit one more enormous peak of pleasure, then John's fingers dug into me; I felt his shaft swell and he yelled as his own release hit him.
“Oh, sweet, gorgeous Ellie.”
He dealt with the condom, then carried me over to the couch. I thought we were just going to snuggle, but gentle fondling and deep kisses soon became foreplay. He snagged another condom and then came back inside me. The loving lasted much longer the second time. I lost count of how many orgasms I had. Eventually he shouted again as his own orgasm hit. After that, he moved gently so that I was pillowed on top of him. I was aware of the blanket on the back of the couch being pulled tenderly over me. I kissed him over his heart and felt his chest vibrating gently. I looked up at his face. He was smiling with lazy satisfaction and purring. I smiled; John was just a big sexy pussy cat. No, strike that. There was an air of danger about him. Panther? Then he grinned and his expression became hot and wicked. Got it!
“Sexy Tiger!”
He clasped my behind, grunting with amusement and satiation, “Huh. Tiger needs a sleep!”
“So do I.”
I pillowed my head on his chest.
He stroked my hair, “Tigress. I'm your mate and by God, you're mine.”
I sighed contentedly. We could work out everything else...later.
AU in which Ellie gets the Intersect
Spoilers for 2:06 'Chuck vs the Ex', plus some events in Season 1
Pairing: Ellie/John Casey.
Jill is now male and called Jack
R/NC17; smut! Pretty detailed description of sex.
***
It's been rough, adapting to all this new information in my brain. Worse than when I crammed in medical knowledge to qualify as a doctor. However, Sarah's smart, agile, tough and I really like her. She and my little brother have been making eyes at each other. He doesn't know she's C.I.A yet. I wish there was something I could do to give him a better chance with her. There have been a lot of furtive glances between when they think I'm not noticing.
Then there's the other side of the equation, my N.S.A. handler. John Casey's a big, hard, military man. Tall, rangy, great muscle tone, stunning blue eyes, good bone structure. However, he's buttoned down so tight emotionally that the doctor part of me is privately concerned about incipient ulcers, stress disorders or worse. He's also hot. Well, at least physically. If he could loosen up and smile more often, he'd be a lot nicer. He works in the hospital with me, shadowing my shifts and has arranged something via the government with the hospital management so that I can drop my doctor duties and go on a spy job at a moments' notice.
Over the last year or so, he's softened a ways. He compliments me when I've done well and gives me verbal credit to General Beckman. He's saved my life on a weekly basis. Mind you, sometimes I've broken out my emergency first aid kit and patched up either him or Sarah. John's appreciated that and even thanked me. I've also learned to 'translate' his grunts as well. We understand each other, at least when it comes to spy work.
And yet...and yet. Sometimes there's a brief flash of tenderness in his eyes. Even the unmistakeable heated glances which speak of attraction or desire. But he's holding himself back. I'd like to make him lose control, loosen up some of that tightly held energy. I can think of an excellent way to help him relax! From the general discussions we've had in the Castle, I'm aware that a romantic relationship between handler and asset is supposedly strictly off limits. So, he's denying himself - me, us - because of the rules.
Yes; I've been attracted to him - at least physically - from the start. When we touch, even casually, I at least am very aware of it. It sparks delicious erotic fire all the way through me. Thing is, it could be just me. I've had no idea if John is feeling the same. At least, not until recently.
****
It was when we were shot full of sodium pentothal that I learned the truth. I looked at John.
“Your jaw was chiselled by Michaelangelo himself!”
The aforementioned jaw twitched, then he looked at me. His glance was full of heat and tenderness.
“You are so beautiful and gorgeous. Oh God, forget I said that!”
It was too late, I'd seen the truth of the words in his eyes.
I touched his upper arm, “It's okay. I feel pretty much the same about you.”
He visibly clamped down on his emotions, “Stop it, Ellie.”
“At least I know you're not immune to me.”
He tried to glare, but failed, “We can't. Not now, not ever.”
My tongue was still loosened by the drug, “Hey, I'd settle for an intense, passionate affair!”
His eyes flashed fire, “Ellie...”
He grabbed my arm and dragged me outside and to the antidote without further discussion.
****
Of course, there was one earlier brief, desperate and passionate kiss. We thought there was a bomb. Goodness' knows, I was convinced. With ten seconds to go, I grabbed John's arms. He looked down at me, pulled me closer and our lips met instinctively. Oh, yes. Starting hard and demanding, then gentling to delicious tenderness. If I was going to die, I was starting out at least half way to heaven with his lips on mine. Of course, he'd buttoned right down seconds' later when the supposed bomb proved a fake.
***
Then Jack came back into my life; again. We needed him to tease out Fulcrum agents. Casey looked at him through narrowed eyes in serious mistrust. He even grabbed Jack by his shirt-front.
“Hurt Ellie again and I will kill you.” He meant it too.
“I'm here to help, I promise.”
I approached them both, looking at Casey, “I'll be okay. If Jack betrays me again, I'll hurt him myself.”
John looked at me, “Really?”
“Amazing what a huge dose of Senokot can do, John.”
John snorted in humour, “Well, Ellie; you have sneaky moves!”
***
So, we went out on the job. Then the bad guys launched a particularly nasty poison gas. I rushed inside with the antidote, sick with worry because John was inside. Even a strong-as-an-ox fella like him wouldn't be able to resist the poison very much longer than anyone else. I ran towards John. His skin had a nasty sheen of pale, grey and sweaty. His eyes were reddened and he was trying valiantly not to sway, but failing. It was about as bad as it could be. My normal doctors' calm was replaced by sick panic.
I fumbled the syringe for the first time ever. It dropped and smashed on the floor. Then I remembered I was carrying the antidote, inside my body. Urgency and fear made me desperate. I had to save him, if not for me, then for himself. It was an extreme long shot, but maybe - just maybe - my saliva might be enough to keep him going a bit longer or even cure him. John didn't have long without medical aid. And, to tell the truth, I couldn't let him die without showing him how I felt; without kissing him one more time. So I grabbed him, ignored his protests and kissed him.
For a second, maybe two, he froze. Then he was kissing me back. My tongue slid into his mouth and he moaned softly. His tongue caressed mine. He tasted better than I remembered, even given he was seriously unwell. We moved fully into each others' arms and descended to the floor of the stage. His hand cupped my cheek, then moved around to the back of my head, pulling me even closer. Things were getting pretty intense when we were interrupted by Jack.
He gave John the proper antidote, then we injected everyone else. John made himself scarce. I sighed inwardly. I felt as though I'd just gotten through his armour and now he'd shut me out again. I finished filing my report and went home. No more laying my heart on the line - well almost - just to have the offer rejected. If John could do this, so could I. Be the ice maiden, shut down, just do the job. Though I was seriously pissed under the surface.
***
When I got back to my condo, there was a huge bunch of beautiful fragrant pink lilies in a vase outside. Tucked into the blooms was a card. I recognised it as one of John's N.S.A. cards. On the rear was a short message.
'I've been an ass. Please forgive me. John. X.'
I unlocked my front door.
“Thank-you for saving my life.”
His voice was quiet and just behind me. I jumped what seemed to be about three feet in the air.
“You shut me out; again!”
His expression was uncharacteristically humble and contrite, “Not any more, I promise.”
I folded my arms, “And what makes you think I want you, now?”
A crooked smile curved his lips, “You've every right to be angry. But you've been in my blood, my mind, my dreams...everything since the first moment we met.”
My anger began to melt. He moved closer, just within touching range.
“So why hide it all this time?”
His jaw twitched, “The last woman I cared about died on me, remember? Then turned out to be a French spy. Plus I'm not supposed to fraternise with my asset.”
I narrowed my eyes, trying to stay mad, but failing,“They call it fraternisation these days?”
His eyes were hot with desire, “You can call it what the hell you like if I can touch you. Kiss you. Caress you.”
Talk about bedroom eyes and that voice of his in seduction mode. Anger rapidly morphed into good old fashioned lust.
“Fuck me?”
That did it. He moved with fluid grace, pulling me and the bouquet into the condo and closing the door behind us. He put the vase of flowers down and cupped my face. Then we kissed. I'd thought the last two times had been pretty heavenly. I was utterly wrong. As John kissed me and really meant it with full focused attention, I almost swooned. This was heaven. I moaned and kissed him back. We stood there for some minutes, just kissing, with him pressed against me. Mind you, I was pressing right back into him, my hands in his hair.
Suddenly his hands moved to the zip on my dress. My hands went to the hem of his tee shirt. Then we were pulling each others' clothes off, almost frantic in the need to get naked.
“It's okay,” he murmured, between kisses, “I swear I'm clean. But I've got condoms.”
“Want you.”
“Yes! Need you, Ellie.”
“Please, John...”
We were down to our underwear by now and I was still wearing my heeled sandals.
He smiled; sweet, hot and slow, backing me gently against the nearest wall. Almost wolfish. Wow. If he made good on half the promise in his eyes and that cocky smile, this was going to be exceptional. If I'd known John was capable of this kind of passion, he'd have got me into bed with him long since.
***
He cupped my face with his hands. In spite of all the handling of guns, his skin was smooth and not calloused. As we went into another kiss, his hands descended slowly; down my shoulders, arms and torso to my hips, then back up again. He stopped their ascent right under my bra. John pulled back to look into my eyes. He gently slipped off my bra straps and unhooked it at the back. Then he slid his hands slowly under the material and cupped my breasts. I gasped and slid my hands up his chest in return. Firm, toned and deliciously hairy. He hissed eagerly as I skimmed my hands over his nipples. Then my bra hit the floor as he caressed my breasts. His mouth descended to my breasts, closing his lips around one of my nipples. I moaned with pleasure. I was so turned on that I could hardly breathe.
“John...”
His nostrils flared slightly, “It's all right, Ellie.”
His right hand moved down under my panties, finding me wet and violently aroused. John's lips met mine as his index finger circled, stroked, exactly in the right rhythm. I arched, my head went back and I came, just like that. He squatted, easing my panties down, replacing his finger with his mouth. His tongue was warm, agile and he moaned as he sucked and licked me.
“Oh my..!” My words were cut short by being propelled rapidly back over the peak into bliss.
John stood up. There was an impressive tent in his boxers, ending somewhere around his left hip. I slid my fingers under the elastic and peeled the cloth back. His boxers hit the floor and his erection stood unveiled, proud and hard. It was long and thick, in delicious proportion to the rest of him. Something inside me clenched with a mixture of desire and deep recognition. He was going to fill me perfectly, as though he'd been made for my personal pleasure. He turned with his back to the wall and sank down onto the smooth top a decorative wooden chest. He sat there, ready and eager.
“C'mere, sweet Ellie.”
I made to kick the sandals off.
“Please, keep them on.”
I knelt on the chest, on either side of his powerful thighs, “Got a thing about high heels?”
“Got a thing about you in high heels.”
He quickly sheathed himself in a condom.
“Oh, John.”
Then I lifted myself and sank slowly back down, taking him all the way inside me. I moaned with ecstasy and my head went back. Now, this was heaven. He seemed to think so too, because he growled next to my ear. Then we began moving and the pleasure... It was way beyond anything I'd ever known before. John was making these deep sexy grunts and I was shaking as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me. His hands were grasping my behind, steering me. I hit one more enormous peak of pleasure, then John's fingers dug into me; I felt his shaft swell and he yelled as his own release hit him.
“Oh, sweet, gorgeous Ellie.”
He dealt with the condom, then carried me over to the couch. I thought we were just going to snuggle, but gentle fondling and deep kisses soon became foreplay. He snagged another condom and then came back inside me. The loving lasted much longer the second time. I lost count of how many orgasms I had. Eventually he shouted again as his own orgasm hit. After that, he moved gently so that I was pillowed on top of him. I was aware of the blanket on the back of the couch being pulled tenderly over me. I kissed him over his heart and felt his chest vibrating gently. I looked up at his face. He was smiling with lazy satisfaction and purring. I smiled; John was just a big sexy pussy cat. No, strike that. There was an air of danger about him. Panther? Then he grinned and his expression became hot and wicked. Got it!
“Sexy Tiger!”
He clasped my behind, grunting with amusement and satiation, “Huh. Tiger needs a sleep!”
“So do I.”
I pillowed my head on his chest.
He stroked my hair, “Tigress. I'm your mate and by God, you're mine.”
I sighed contentedly. We could work out everything else...later.