fem!Chuck X John Casey

Chuck's Kiss #4

Fourth time Casey's lips were targeted by Chuck, it was the absolute epitome of idiotic... And sexy.

Chuck should have learned years ago that she should not get involved with bets that had anything to do with Jeff, Lester, or Morgan. But when the three idiots team up against her, it was too good to refuse.

They wanted her to kiss, and I quote, "The big scowling mountain wearing a green shirt and sandy slacks," end quote, with all of her limbs intact and in the correct places, as well as no extra ones.

Each of them were to give her $50 if she won, for a total of $150. But, if she lost, she was to pay them $50 each.

She would have denied, in fact, she was about to, until she remembered that she needed extra money for Ellie's birthday. So, she agreed.

Lucky for her though, she just happened to know that Casey is a bit of a betting man himself.

Straightening her shirt and dusting her skirt, she opened the entertainment room door and licked her dry lips.

Casey's broad shoulders, which momentarily caused her to loose confidence, were hunched over as he cleaned his guns. On the table was an assortment of broken remotes, so, to a passerby, it would appear he was fixing them.

"Hey buddy?" Chuck greeted as she stood at the end of the couch.

Grunt.

So far, so good.

"I'll bet you $20 if I can get you to move in 30 seconds." 

"You looking to lose your lunch money, kid?" He growled, causing Chuck to shift.

Shrugging, she walked closer so she stood behind him on the couch and messaged his shoulders. Casey tenses immediately, but it slowly rolled away. Chuck thanked God she had therapeutic message classes in college.

"I've managed to ruin all the others Zen." She lied, well, sorta, "I've got a knack for being disturbing."

Finally Casey looked away from his guns and turned his head to look at the young girl, raising a brow, he growled in an irritated tone, "And I've had the unlucky pleasure of being victim."

"So?" She pushed, thumbing the area between his shoulder blades a bit harder.

"Fine."

Grinning, she cast a glance outside the window as she walked in front of him, making sure her $150 was watching, she explained, "If I can get you to move you in 30 seconds, I win. If not, $20 is yours."

Grunt.

"Clock starts now." She mumbled before walking around the table and getting between his legs. Kneeling, she placed her hands on his knees, lightly rubbing his outer thighs up and down. He didn't even flinch.

She commends him for keeping his cool.

Casey looks down into her deep brown eyes. Instead of the usual sparkle and fun, it's replaced with dark and calm. All restraint and nervousness, washed away. 

'Carmichael.' Is Casey's single thought before her hands are at the back of his neck and at his cheek, pressing their lips together in a comfortable embrace.

Chuck licks his bottom lip, asking for entrance. Immediately his lips part and Chuck dashes in, but their tongues fight for dominance before Casey gently bites down on her tongue.

The young girl moans and she swears she feels Casey's lips twitch into a smirk.

Pulling away to breath, she doesn't let Casey speak before going in for one more dive. 

Casey is startled and takes a sharp breath as one of her hands pull away from his cheek and falls down to his waistline. She gently rubs the dip on his hips  before taking advantage of his distraction and harshly biting his bottom lip.

Casey stiffens and moans, they both taste blood. 

Slowly pulling away, Chuck licks her lips and leans back on her heals, taking a breath.

Looking back up at him, he's staring straight at her, eyes blown wide. She immediately smirks and stands up, his hazy blue-green eyes following her ever move as she wipes away a speck of blood on the corner of her mouth and licks her pointer finger, very dramatically.

Turning, she walked around the table, swaying her hips in her short black skirt before stopping at the door and pushing it open. Before she leaves, she speaks in a cold voice, Carmichael still in command, "You'll get your lunch money, tomorrow."