Author's Note: I guess all I can say is wow! The response to the first chapter of this story was amazing. I honestly never expected that much, especially since this was the first time I'd ever attempted anything like this. I can only hope that now, with this chapter, a true smut chapter, you guys will still like this story so much. Thank you to everyone who has reviewed and encouraged me. I had a really hard time writing this chapter but I did it and I was kind of proud of myself, even if I am a tad embarrassed over the whole thing. Heh. Anyway, while I may never be a Mikki, at least I think I've got my own niche. Who knows, I may even write another Charah smut fic some day down the road.

Thank yous gotta go to Wepdiggy and DD for their help and encouragement. Wep for being...well, Wep. If you know him, you know what I mean. And DD because she beta'ed this for me and was just all around awesome. She told me it was good and that meant a lot.

Warning: I know it says M up above, but I want to make it clear: This is smut. It's basically PWP (the plot was in the first chapter). So take that into consideration when you read. Now enjoy!

It was amazing sometimes what kind of random information he would flash on while simply living his life. Intersect 2.0 was nothing like its previous incarnation.

Playing the guitar? Suddenly he's Jimmy Paige or Stevie Ray Vaughn. Walking down the street and jumping out of the way of a typical L.A. motorist? Well, he could give Baryshnikov or Gregory Hines a run for their money as he tap danced down the boulevard.

Sometimes, he didn't even have to be doing anything for him to turn into the Six Million Dollar Man or Ralph Hinkley. He just needed to think. And considering the fact that thinking was one of the few things he was good at, he flashed often.

Like now, for instance.

Her name escaped his lips like a strangled prayer and he sucked in a sharp breath as her very warm hand wrapped around his length for the first time.

That was when baseball popped into his head. It hadn't even been intentional, it had just simply…happened. He didn't even like sports so he honestly had no idea why he'd even started thinking that way. But then he had always been fond of the classics—and oh God, her hand was slowly moving up and down and he couldn't breathe or do anything but buck up into her fist—and frankly, at this point in time, it had never been more necessary to let his thoughts wander.

Abner Doubleday was thought to have created the game of baseball in the year 1839. This is, in fact, a myth.

Of course, he was no normal man. He couldn't just think of baseball to distract himself from ending quite possibly the greatest moment of his life in such an explosively abrupt fashion.

It is disputed whether or not there even is a single "inventor" of the game of baseball, however Alexander Cartwright is often credited with codifying the earliest rules of the game in the mid 19th Century.

It wasn't his fault. Sarah's warm breath was blowing across him, making his cock twitch involuntarily.

The so-called Knickerbocker Rules created in 1845 are considered the basis for the modern game.

Sarah's tongue slowly ran up and down the length of his cock, leaving light kisses wherever her tongue had just been. When her tongue swirled around the tip, he stopped thinking altogether for several seconds. It took all his self-control and will power just to jumpstart his brain again.

Now that his cock was a little more lubricated, her hand went back to moving up and down, always twisting just slightly on the downswing.

His mind's eye was just scanning random baseball facts now. Even those were hard to concentrate on for more than a second. He tried to speak, to tell Sarah how much he loved what she was doing, but no words would come.

He really shouldn't be thinking about anything coming or going at the moment.

He murmured, "A double is when a player, after successfully striking the ball fair, safely reaches second base without being called out."

He hadn't thought he'd spoken loud enough to be overheard but Sarah stopped what she was doing to look at him in obvious confusion, causing him to silently lament the loss of her oral attention. Then she smirked at him and said, "Actually, I think this is considered a stand-up triple." He gaped at her slightly and she lowered her mouth back to him.

Sarah was not making it easy for him to stay in control as her lips were now slowly moving down his length, the warm wetness of her mouth feeling about as close to heaven as he would probably ever experience. She would occasionally moan and the vibrations would make him shiver.

According to the official MLB rulebook, the Infield Fly Rule is in effect when there are less than two outs and a force play can be made at third base or home plate. If a fair fly ball is hit…

"Oh God, Sarah," Chuck groaned when she began to suck forcefully. As her mouth moved up and down, he couldn't stop himself from running a shaking hand through her hair. His stomach trembled and his thighs tensed and he could feel himself losing all semblance of control.

This was not going to happen. It just wasn't. Not like this.

Think of something! Anything!

Boolean data types.

No, you idiot, something interesting!

Chuck began to list every Star Wars character he could think of. In alphabetical order. He somehow only managed to come up with Anakin Skywalker and Zelda.

Wait. Zelda wasn't even a character in Star Wars!

He groaned as Sarah did something vaguely illegal with her tongue. She was making him forget every important piece of information he'd ever learned.

He floundered around his mind like a beached whale, searching for anything he might be able to hold onto, something he could use to stop the warm, gut tightening, tsunami-like overwhelming effect cascading throughout his body. He was almost there.

Pop culture flew by in his head at ludicrous speed.

Margaret Thatcher naked on a cold day!

That was it. The horrifying image that his head created was enough to forestall any urges he might have. He muttered his new refrain under his breath, "Margaret Thatcher naked on a cold day."

Sarah stopped her ministrations, replacing her mouth with her hand. She licked her lips—which was nearly enough to make him lose it right there when he remembered what she had just been doing with those lips only seconds ago—and questioned, "What did you say?"

"I said…I said stop," he moaned out. "Please, just stop."

Her hand slowed down until it wasn't moving. She frowned and she looked so confused while doing it that he instantly felt guilty. "Don't you like what I'm doing?"

"Oh Sarah…" he sat up and grabbed her shoulders, pulling her forward until she was straddling his stomach. He pulled her face down and kissed her for several seconds. "Of course I do. How could you think I didn't?"

She shook her head and shrugged her shoulders. She blushed slightly and kissed him again, sliding back along his stomach until the curves of her ass were pressed against his cock. She rubbed herself against it and let out a nearly inaudible gasp.

"Then why'd you ask me to stop?"

"I want this to be about you—us—not just me. I want to touch you, to feel you." He stared into her eyes. "I want to be inside of you when I feel you come," he whispered into her ear and kissed the skin right behind it.

She moaned at his words and her breathing sped up slightly and he moved both his hands to grasp her shoulders firmly. With a quick turn of his hips, he rolled over and pressed her down into the mat. She gasped loudly at the sudden move and looked up at him with wide eyes.

He grinned slightly and leaned down to nip along her jaw playfully.

"Don't look so surprised," he said with a chuckle. "I was paying attention today." He kissed slowly down her throat, sucking very gently, biting down on her shoulder which elicited a quiet whimper from her lips. He would remember that spot for later. She wrapped her legs around his lower thighs and pulled forward, grinding herself into his groin. They both moaned after that.

"Chuck," she said with a heavy whisper, "please touch me." Chuck trailed his fingers down her sides, making her shiver, before moving his palms up her stomach to gently cup her breasts. "Please." She was actually pleading now.

Hearing the desperate neediness in her voice was even more erotic than when she had whispered into his ear what she had planned for him.

He lightly brushed her hard nipples with the pads of his thumbs and her breath hitched. She shut her eyes and let out a long sigh when he started to gently suck on first her right nipple before switching to her left. She was arching her back and pressing more of her breast into his mouth, one hand firmly entrenched in his hair holding him in place.

He didn't know what she was worried about. He sure as hell wasn't going anywhere. He'd dreamed of touching Sarah like this for so long…

He took a nipple between his teeth, biting down and then rubbing his tongue roughly against it. She let out keening whimpers as he repeated the same process on her other nipple.

"Chuck, more," she demanded.

He interpreted her more to mean he should suck a little more roughly, bite a little harder, and press her body against his a little more urgently.

He was wrong.

She tightened her hold on him with her legs, grabbed his head to pull it away from her breasts, then wrapped her arms around him. With an effortless sequence of moves, she had rolled them back over until she was again on top.

"I said more, Chuck." Whatever playful side that had belonged to Sarah was completely gone now, replaced with a passionate, insistent hunger. Her eyes were a dark blue and they made it clear what she wanted. "I haven't had sex in two years, Chuck. Two years," she ground out. Frustration was written clearly across her face. "I'm not in the mood to be teased right now. I need you inside me." Sarah stood up then and without any further comment shucked her workout pants, kicking them away. She had on a rather plain pair of pale gray cotton panties, but on her, Chuck considered them the sexiest piece of clothing ever. "Foreplay can come during Round 2."

"Round 2," he squeaked out, his eyes wide. Wow, so he had more of this in his future?

For perhaps the first time in his life, he thanked God, Fate, or whatever for letting him meet Bryce Larkin and setting off the cascade of events that led to this moment.

She was promising him there would be more! More sex. With her.

So he was kinda like the luckiest man alive.

He was so happy and relieved and amazed and excited he almost didn't react when Sarah's panties joined her workout pants.

"Oh…wow," was pretty much all he could come up with. She was standing above him now, completely and gloriously naked, her chest and face flushed a diffuse pink, his attention to her breasts obvious, and he felt a brief rush of possessiveness overcome him and couldn't help but be pleased that he had marked her as his. She was already wet and quite clearly ready. "You are so beautiful, Sarah. So beautiful," he repeated in awe.

Sarah smiled widely and then bit her bottom lip as she lowered herself back to him. She settled on his upper thighs, her weight comforting, her skin seemingly scaldingly hot. Before he quite realized what he was doing, he reached out and gently slid the tip of his index finger along her outer folds. The moan she let out emboldened him further. He was curious and amazed at the reaction his exploring finger had elicited. He had no idea he could make her sound like that and it sent a searing rush of heat straight into his groin, making him even harder. He slowly pushed his finger inside of her. "Oh…fuck," Sarah whispered.

He continued to lazily move his single finger, staring at her in awe. He was amazed at the transformation that came over her. Her eyes were nothing more than slits, her thighs squeezed his thighs rhythmically, as if she was trying to shut her own legs to ease the tension between them but his body was in the way. She bit down on her bottom lip hard enough to draw blood, which she licked away with her tongue, and the only sounds she made were quiet moans.

He wasn't sure how long he just lay there, moving his finger, but it wasn't long before Sarah got impatient again. "Chuck," she growled and none too gently wrapped her hand around his cock. She pumped twice before jerking her hips forward and rubbing his length along herself. Both sucked in a breath and she leaned forward until she was resting her left elbow on his chest, her right hand still moving him against her as her hips rocked.

"Sarah, I don't –" he started to say but didn't get far as Sarah tightened her grip on his cock and doing anything more than breathing quickly became impossible.

"Shut up. I don't care," she snapped. "I told you after Barstow that I took care of things. We don't need one."

Well…okay.

Clearly he had misjudged just how impatient Sarah really was. He wasn't even going to mention a condom, he was just going to warn her that if she kept doing what she was doing, she was going to end up very disappointed.

He could understand her need. He felt it too. The desire to bury himself inside of her as deep as he could was a compulsion that he had fought until this point. No longer.

He grabbed her hips and lifted her up and off his legs, holding her right above his pelvis. She quickly got the message and with her guidance, he slowly began to lower her body. He wanted to take things slow and gentle, he wanted to savor the experience of being inside of Sarah for the first time. Once again however, Sarah had other ideas.

She moved down hard and unexpectedly fast, and he slipped all the way inside with one movement. He watched Sarah's eyes roll back into her head right before he shut his own tightly and clenched his toes. His thighs strained at the effort of staying still; he couldn't start moving yet, he needed to recover first or else this really would be over.

Not like it wasn't hard enough keeping his cool with the way she was clenching rhythmically all around him, so incredibly warm and wet and just perfect.

She felt so tight, so wonderful surrounding him. He had to breathe through his nose calmly, too busy grinding his teeth together to actually breathe through his mouth.

"Sarah," he managed to grit out. "I don't think I'm going to last much longer." He couldn't help but be disappointed. But she had promised there would be more to come.

Oh God, not that word again.

Eyes still shut, mouth open, Sarah slowly began to move. "That's okay," she panted, "neither am I."

Sarah didn't stay slow for much longer however and soon set a faster pace: his hips thrust up to meet hers as she came down, each stroke another step closer to oblivion.

"Sarah…"

"I know, Chuck."

He was literally seconds away.

With a franticness that he could not remember ever feeling before, he moved one hand from off her hip and found her clit. One swift, insistent brush of his thumb was all it took and Sarah came with a shuddering, drawn out moan, collapsing almost immediately onto his chest.

He was genuinely amazed he managed to last as long as he had, and with her squeezing all around him, he lost control. He thrust up into her one last time and groaned loudly into her hair.

For the next minute or so, neither of them moved or said a word. They simply did their best to catch their breath. He slowly pulled out of her and pressed her closer to his body.

"Wow," Sarah said with a wide smile on her face.

God, she had the most beautiful smile. He cupped her face and then pushed some hair out of the way. He didn't want anything obscuring his view of her. "You're beautiful."

"Chuck," Sarah started in a teasing tone, "I think we're way past the flattery stage of this whole process."

Chuck shrugged his shoulders and gave her a small grin. "It's not really flattery when I'm simply speaking the truth." He kissed her on the forehead then and wrapped his arms around her, holding her close to his chest.

Sarah sighed then and snuggled in closer to him, her head resting just below his chin. "Chuck, trust me," she said and kissed his chest, "you've already got the rest of the night in the bag."

Chuck grinned and loosened his hold on her enough to trail his fingers down her side, making her shiver and giggle slightly. "Rest of the night? How about right now? You did say I could start the foreplay later." He laughed when he heard her suck in a breath as his fingers ghosted over the curve of her ass before dipping down lower.

"Chuck," Sarah groaned and started wriggling on top of him, pressing back against his hand.

"This time," Chuck whispered, "it will be all about you."

Sarah whimpered at that, his fingers moving faster, pressing harder, matching the movements of her hips.

As he felt the woman he loved thrust back against the two fingers moving inside of her, he knew that this was going to be a long night. He wasn't sure if something like this would ever happen again and he intended to make the most of it while he could.

He had made a promise once, to live this chance to the fullest if he ever got it. He intended to do just that.

The End. Until next time, folks. You've all been grand.