Post Chuck vs The Colonel. Can be seen as a companion piece to "The Words Unspoken Shows The Differences Between Us". But it can be read on a stand alone basis so you don't have to read that story. I'm still working on the Interlude Chapter of "The End Is Only The Beginning" but got sidetracked by this. Hope you enjoy reading.

What Needs to Be Said

It was inevitable that they'd end up at her hotel room after the rehearsal dinner. Chuck considered it a great feat of restraint that they at least made it inside the door, as all he could remember was the tangle of limbs and crashing into each other along the corridor. Naturally, it was more Sarah's doing as she had whispered in his ear "We have to get inside (she shivered as his teeth lightly scraped the side of her neck). Not sure if Casey bugged the hallway".

He had stood behind her, hands on her hips as she unlocked the door, his forward momentum propelling them both into the room, when it opened. And once again, he spun her around and brought her close, ensuring that their lips met. He had never been smooth but all his moves now seemed choreographed. Like all their past kisses and contact were rehearsals that led up to this point where they both knew all the steps and just needed to take the time to finally move forward in tandem.

He noticed her movements more frantic than his, like she wanted to do everything at once, just in case. With their luck, Chuck figured, they had about ten minutes before Casey would call or Martians would land or something inevitably would interrupt them, But nothing did and although Chuck could not believe that his luck had finally changed, that not only was the intersect out of his head, but the girl of his dreams, the one that he never in a million years thought he could get, was right now doing wonderful things to his neck with her mouth.

Sarah felt insatiable, each time she kissed or touched him, only made her want more. She had been holding herself back for so long and that morning in the cheap motel had felt like such a great strain had been lifted off her. She had finally been free to really show her feelings for Chuck. She wanted him to know so many times but duty always held her back. Despite Chuck guessing at her feelings, she could never really confirm them. It already took all her willpower to try and tamped them down, to not let the love she felt for him shine through. She had done a poor job of it and despite her verbal denials; he knew and loved her back.

They finally made it to the bed, her hands expertly undoing his tie and pulling his shirt over his head. He looked at her and smiled. Her answering smile was all that he needed as he again bent down to capture her lips.

"Agent Walker, prepare to be boarded" (So sue him, he was a nerd after all.)

Sarah could help laughing when he said that and answered back in kind "Welcome aboard, Chuck"

The night was spent with little else being said and although there was still so much that had to be discussed, both Sarah and Chuck knew that they needed that one night just for themselves, no talk of intersect cubes or secret agents, no lies, just two people in love.

Chuck was the first to wake up, the light, coming through from the partially closed curtains, shining in his face. He was on his back, his arm around Sarah who was curled on her side, her face safely nestled by his neck. He could get used to waking up like this. In fact, he wanted to wake up like this everyday until he died. He didn't want to move, enjoying the feel of her skin next to his. But he also was beginning to realize that as perfect as the current tableau was, it would not last. He was back to being Chuck Bartowski, certified computer technician earning twelve bucks an hour.

He looked down at Sarah and wondered who she would become next. He knew that she was still the same person that had spent the past two years saving his life on a semi frequent basis and that she was still the same person who had chosen to go against a direct order to save him and his father and he was definitely sure that the person he had spent the night with was the only one for him. He just wasn't sure if he would ever be enough for her.

"You're thinking too loudly" she murmurs into his side, tickling him with her breath as she exhales.

He smiles at her words, wanting to ask her, really ask her to stay but knowing that it wouldn't be fair. That she was meant to do the big heroic things and that he had no right to hold her back, "I was thinking of pancakes."

"What kind?" She knows him even though he would like to think that she doesn't really. Not because he's an enigma but because he thinks that his thoughts are too mundane for Super Secret Agent Sarah Walker. But she knows what a brave man he is and that he is braver than she could ever hope to be.

"Um, Chocolate Chip?" he smiles widely. He thinks this is all he deserves, one night, a handful of stolen kisses and the memory of her forever burned into his skin.

"A lot of chocolate chips?" She stares into his eyes, still crinkled from the smile. She doesn't deserve him. Despite being immersed in the spy life for the past two years, he's still an innocent, a babe amongst wolves. She's beyond tainted, her innocence long forfeited for the greater good.

He nods, unsure of what to say next. He traces the side of her face with his finger, stopping at a tiny scar underneath her ear. The number of things he knows about her doesn't even hit double digits but his heart doesn't care.

"It's the result of a fish hook" she whispers, noticing his eyes widen at her admission. She wants him to ask her to stay, knowing that she's still too cowardly to make that leap on her own.

"Looks like it hurt" his index finger running over the faint scar tissue. He knows he needs her to live, not as a protector but as a partner to share a life together. The thought of her saying no, stills any question on his lips.

She shrugs, now her turn to stay silent. She wants to talk to him, really talk, not in half-truths and metaphors but she's never had the experience and does not know where to start. She blinks rapidly, not wanting to cry for a moment that never was.

He sees the unshed tears in her eyes and it takes his breath away, he wants to hold her and never let go but knows that it has to be her choice.

He kisses her forehead and slowly extricates himself. "I have to meet Casey. We're going to quit the Buy More today"

"Good" she smiles. "It'll be a good start". He looks at her, radiant in the morning light and knows he'll ask her soon, but just not right now.

"Beckman's calling for a meeting later" She sees him like it's the first time and prays it won't be the last. She doesn't know what she will do when the order comes to report back. She needs to tell him she wants to stay but can't find the words, not yet.

The End

So I'm going to try something a bit different now, (switches on Jedi Mind Trick App), *You feel compelled to review* (Please)