fem!Chuck X John Casey

Chuck's Kiss # 3

This time, it was purely Sarah's fault. 

The trio's successful mission was over. Backup cleaning their mess. 

But, in order for everything to haphazardly come together, Casey had to get captured. Currently, he sat gagged, tied, and blindfolded in a dark room. The only reason why he hadn't yelled bloody murder for nobody releasing him, was the gag.

"Hey Chuck?" Sarah whispered as we watched Casey tensely sit in the metal chair.

"Hmm?" I hummed quietly, distracted.

"Go kiss Casey." I'm still wondering if that was a harsh request or gentle order.

Wide eyed, I tore my gaze away from Casey's sculpted abs and looked at my best girl friend, shocked. "W-what?" I sputtered.

"He won't get mad, just uncomfortable. Besides, I owe him." Her kind reassurance hardened into annoyance as she referred to a picture of herself in black lace underwear, somehow appearing on Lester's phone.

Looking her over, I sighed before solemnly nodding me head, "Fine." I relented.

Her face broke into a malicious grin as she spoke, "Thank you! Make it steamy." She then quickly walked away, somehow silently, while still in heels.

Standing in the doorway of the room, I bit my lip nervously as I observed my target.

His hands and feet were both tied down, a long white rag covering his eyes, another white rag muffled him. His tight, thin tank top was drenched in water from when they had splashed him. The water weighed his shirt, making it hug his skin and perfectly, absolutely perfectly, outline his strong chest and abs.

I held back a moan and prevented myself from crossing my legs as my stomach twisted and my lower regions tingled.

Standing there for another minute, I just watched him breath before I walked towards him.

The clacking of my heels drew his attention. His head quickly snapped away from its dropped position and in my direction, alert.

Stopping in front of him, I debated on whether or not I should continue before finally pulling the gag out of his mouth. His rough lips formed a sneer as a growl erupted from his chest. Biting my lip, I walked closer so I stood between his open legs before bending down and wrapping my arms around his neck.

I exhaled then softly placed my lips onto his. His growl got deeper before it finally subsided as I placed one hand at his cheek. Somehow, I unwillingly found myself sitting on his lap, straddling him.

For the first time, I was able to focus on the kiss. He was good, that's for sure.

His rough lips moved with mine before he took control and licked my bottom lip. Parting my lips, his tongue dashed in and explored every crevice. He tasted like alchol, metal, embers, and just, Him. It was warm and rough yet soft.

Finally, reluctantly, I pulled away and breathes deeply before looking up at him and pulling off the blindfold.

He blinked multiple times, adjusting to the lighting, before his entrancing blue-green eyes found my chocolate ones. He didn't look the least bit surprised.

Harshly, yet good naturedly, he growled and spoke on a gruff voice, "Thought I tasted Runt. Now untie me before I break someone's neck."