Title: Shock & Awesome
Author: Fia Reynne
Fandom: Chuck/Angel
Pairing: Chuck/Gwen Raiden
Rating: R
Summary: Chuck is kidnapped by a hot girl with an electronics malfunction.
Disclaimer: A little bit of Joss, and a little bit of Josh. Very, very little Fia.
Notes: Written for oxeniensis' Porn Battle VI.

Gwen removed the blindfold and untied her new friend's hands. "Got a gadget needs tweaked," she said coolly, turning around and pulling her shirt up over her head. "Heard you were the best."

"What is that?" he asked, curious.

"It's called LISA," Gwen began. "Localized Ionic--"

"Sensory Activator," Chuck finished for her. "This is a prototype. A stolen prototype."

"Two points for the Nerd Herd. Guess I got good intel, huh, Chuck?"

"How do you know my name?"

"I know a lot of things I shouldn't," she said mysteriously. "But mostly? You're still wearing your nametag. You wanna put a wiggle in it, there?"

"Okay, ow," Chuck said, not quite daring to touch the device that was visible on her spine. "That looks painful."

Gwen rolled her eyes. "Nowhere near as painful as what I'm gonna do to you if you don't fix it."

Chuck had been taken hostage before, but... usually it was for the Intersect, not his superior tech-geek skillz. "Okay, okay," he said, frowning. "I'm just-- trying to figure out how to get it off without, you know--"

"Do it like a band-aid," Gwen told him, gritting her teeth.

"Band-aids don't generally have probes that go through your skin, into your central nervous system," Chuck pointed out. "I'm no doctor, but I'm pretty sure that if I screw this up, I could leave you paralyzed."

Gwen sighed and turned to look at him, naked to the waist. "If I lay down, can you work on it where it is?" Paralysis just wasn't an option for a girl who made her living as a glorified cat-burglar.

Chuck, to his credit, managed not to gape, but it was a close thing. "I, um, I can try?"

Nodding, Gwen led him into her bedroom and propped herself up with some pillows. "Is the light okay in here?" she asked, pulling her hair over her shoulder to make sure he had clear access to LISA.

"Uh, yeah. It-- yeah." Chuck sat down on the edge of the bed and took a closer look. "It's a little, um. Melty. What did you do, get hit by lightning?"

Gwen laughed. "Not recently. Let's just say I've got a little anger management problem."

Chuck blinked in surprise and started tinkering. "Do you usually fry electronics when you get mad?"

Gwen shrugged, causing Chuck to curse softly. "It happens."

"Yeah, can you... not move? I just don't wanna-- ow," he said, as a tiny blue spark jumped from her skin to his.

Gwen turned her head to look at him over her shoulder. "You okay?"

"Yeah, just static--" Chuck looked into her eyes and saw a series of images: A small child, looking desperately sad, bundled in winter clothes in the summer heat. A Matchbox car. A headstone. A Child Protective Services file on a Gwen Raiden, showing a series of foster parents and group homes. A young woman in opera gloves, standing trial for involuntary manslaughter. Security footage from a successful bank heist. "Electricity," he finished.

"What? You're freaking out."

"No, it's okay. I-- look, there. See? Done. You're fixed." Chuck stood to move away from the bed, but Gwen caught him by the wrist. "If you weren't, I'd be dead, wouldn't I?"

Gwen stared at him. "How did you know that?"

"That's classified."

"Oh, god," she groaned. "You're a fed. Am I under arrest?"

"What? No. I'm nobody. I'm just a guy." He sat back down on the bed. "See? Just a guy. And you're--"

"Just a girl," she finished, turning onto her back and grinning when he averted his eyes. "Thanks to my knight in shining armor."

"I think you mean captive."

"Door's right there, Chuckles," she told him, putting her hand under his chin. "On the other hand, if you wanna stay a while..." Propping herself up with one hand, she tangled the other in Chuck's messy curls and pulled him down for a kiss. "I got a soft spot for guys named Charles."

She seemed to like to be in charge, and Chuck had been out of the saddle long enough that he was more than okay with that. It had been so long since Jill he wasn't even sure he remembered how this went, and he told her so.

"Okay, that's a little bit pitiful, and a little bit adorable," she told him, rolling him onto his back and straddling his hips. "It's okay. It's just like riding a bicycle."

Covered in a thin sheen of sweat, panting and clutching at her hips as she took her pleasure from his body, he couldn't remember riding a bicycle ever feeling so exhilirating. He couldn't actually remember sex being that exhilirating, either, for that matter. When she was finished, she curled up next to him and he stroked her back idly. "That was pretty awesome," he grinned. "I can honestly say I've never met anyone like you before. And if you knew the kind of people I've been meeting lately, that would take on a whole new meaning."

"How much do you know?" she asked quietly.

Chuck considered her question for a moment. "Enough to feel pretty confident that whatever you did, it wasn't your fault."

Gwen wrapped her arm around him a little tighter, and said nothing at all.