fic: Stupid Ellie
Title: Stupid Ellie
Author: wepdiggy
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Sarah/Ellie
Notes: Written in response to a prompt at chuck_kink
Summary: A very AU one-shot in which Ellie has been the Intersect all along, and Sarah has played the part of her cover girlfriend.
After two years -- TWO YEARS!! -- of their on-again/off-again, dancing around one another, denying their feelings for each other because they couldn't be together, except for a couple of stolen moments, and one amazing morning in Barstow that was interrupted before it could get anywhere good. After all that, it was supposed to be over. It was supposed to be just them, together now. But no. Stupid Ellie. Stupid noble Ellie had to go and upload the new Intersect, not even a whole day after her father removed the first one.
They'd danced at Ellie's brother's wedding, and they'd seen Chuck and Jill, the happy couple off on their honeymoon. And then it was supposed to be sexy-time. Time for two years of frustration to come to bear. But stupid, heroic, beautiful, noble Ellie had to go and be, well, Ellie.
And Sarah was frustrated. All she'd wanted was to go somewhere secluded, sip wine, and fuck Ellie's brains out. But now, she was still a spy. They were both still spies, and there was no sex, or wine, or anything.
Except that Ellie was training now. Ellie was going to be a spy, a real spy, and it was up to Sarah to train her, to show her how to defend herself. Help her use Intersect 2.0. And Sarah was taking the opportunity to release her tensions on Ellie, just not in the way she wanted.
"Fight back!" Sarah demanded, sweeping Ellie's legs with the staff she held, once again knocking the brunette to the ground.
"I'm not going to hurt you!" Ellie shot back.
When Ellie was back on her feet, Sarah struck again, using the staff to pin Ellie's neck to the wall of the dojo. That's when the flash happened.
Then it was a whirlwind of arms and legs and movement that even Sarah's trained eyes couldn't keep up with. Except that when it ended, Sarah found herself on her back, on the floor, Ellie straddling her hips and holding pinning her hands to the mat above her head.
"I said I'm not going to hurt you," Ellie whispered, as they both seemed to notice their positioning.
It would've been uncomfortable for Sarah. She would've been a bit flustered by their position, only Ellie was kissing her then. Hard.
At first, Sarah couldn't kiss back, couldn't move she was so paralyzed by shock, and worry, and something else, akin to arousal.
But when Ellie's hands slid beneath her shirt, Sarah was suddenly back on her game, pulling her own hands from Ellie's grasp, and helping her asset remove her shirt, too.
"Good lesson," Sarah gasped out, between kisses.
"Mmm-hmmm," Ellie moaned into her mouth, as their lips crashed back together.
"Wait, Ellie?" Sarah said, pulling back, trying to catch her breath. "Have you ever done this, you know, with a woman?"
Ellie suddenly couldn't meet her gaze, as a blush arose on the brunette's face. "No," she said shyly. "But I want to. You know, with you."
Sarah smiled, despite herself. It wasn't a warm, loving smile. The type she usually reserved for her (maybe not so much anymore) "cover" girlfriend. It was much more predatory. Much more menacing. It held a different meaning than her normal smile.
"Then I guess I have something else to teach you," she said, quickly ridding Ellie of her sports bra.
Ellie tried to retort back, but whatever she had to say was strangled by the gasp that escaped her lips as Sarah sucked a nipple into her mouth, and began to massage it with her tongue.
Sarah decided then that this was the best training session ever.
Author: wepdiggy
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Sarah/Ellie
Notes: Written in response to a prompt at chuck_kink
Summary: A very AU one-shot in which Ellie has been the Intersect all along, and Sarah has played the part of her cover girlfriend.
After two years -- TWO YEARS!! -- of their on-again/off-again, dancing around one another, denying their feelings for each other because they couldn't be together, except for a couple of stolen moments, and one amazing morning in Barstow that was interrupted before it could get anywhere good. After all that, it was supposed to be over. It was supposed to be just them, together now. But no. Stupid Ellie. Stupid noble Ellie had to go and upload the new Intersect, not even a whole day after her father removed the first one.
They'd danced at Ellie's brother's wedding, and they'd seen Chuck and Jill, the happy couple off on their honeymoon. And then it was supposed to be sexy-time. Time for two years of frustration to come to bear. But stupid, heroic, beautiful, noble Ellie had to go and be, well, Ellie.
And Sarah was frustrated. All she'd wanted was to go somewhere secluded, sip wine, and fuck Ellie's brains out. But now, she was still a spy. They were both still spies, and there was no sex, or wine, or anything.
Except that Ellie was training now. Ellie was going to be a spy, a real spy, and it was up to Sarah to train her, to show her how to defend herself. Help her use Intersect 2.0. And Sarah was taking the opportunity to release her tensions on Ellie, just not in the way she wanted.
"Fight back!" Sarah demanded, sweeping Ellie's legs with the staff she held, once again knocking the brunette to the ground.
"I'm not going to hurt you!" Ellie shot back.
When Ellie was back on her feet, Sarah struck again, using the staff to pin Ellie's neck to the wall of the dojo. That's when the flash happened.
Then it was a whirlwind of arms and legs and movement that even Sarah's trained eyes couldn't keep up with. Except that when it ended, Sarah found herself on her back, on the floor, Ellie straddling her hips and holding pinning her hands to the mat above her head.
"I said I'm not going to hurt you," Ellie whispered, as they both seemed to notice their positioning.
It would've been uncomfortable for Sarah. She would've been a bit flustered by their position, only Ellie was kissing her then. Hard.
At first, Sarah couldn't kiss back, couldn't move she was so paralyzed by shock, and worry, and something else, akin to arousal.
But when Ellie's hands slid beneath her shirt, Sarah was suddenly back on her game, pulling her own hands from Ellie's grasp, and helping her asset remove her shirt, too.
"Good lesson," Sarah gasped out, between kisses.
"Mmm-hmmm," Ellie moaned into her mouth, as their lips crashed back together.
"Wait, Ellie?" Sarah said, pulling back, trying to catch her breath. "Have you ever done this, you know, with a woman?"
Ellie suddenly couldn't meet her gaze, as a blush arose on the brunette's face. "No," she said shyly. "But I want to. You know, with you."
Sarah smiled, despite herself. It wasn't a warm, loving smile. The type she usually reserved for her (maybe not so much anymore) "cover" girlfriend. It was much more predatory. Much more menacing. It held a different meaning than her normal smile.
"Then I guess I have something else to teach you," she said, quickly ridding Ellie of her sports bra.
Ellie tried to retort back, but whatever she had to say was strangled by the gasp that escaped her lips as Sarah sucked a nipple into her mouth, and began to massage it with her tongue.
Sarah decided then that this was the best training session ever.