This is spying. Isn't it FUN?

[neverwrongagent]

Brody attending the meeting Walker had so casually mentioned turned into a three ring circus. More than one person involved was convinced the whole thing was a wild goose chase, including Carrie occasionally. If she hadn't seen Walker as up close and personal as she had when they were first rescued, she could have been convinced. Maybe sending Brody to a regular meeting for returning vets who were also Muslim was just a kind of fuck you from a man who felt he'd been betrayed by a brother soldier. Or it could be something much more sinister. The problem was, no one could really figure out what that sinister was supposed to be. Carrie continued to maintain that Brody had no idea what was going on.

The questions Brody faced right after the meeting ranged from if he knew any of the people there already to how was he planning to overthrow the US government. When the questions headed that way a majority of the time, Carrie called foul and got Brody out of there. With full understanding of the irony involved, they had decided that the cover that would work best with his family was that he was working with other vets on integrating back into the world. Carrie would have felt a lot worse about that if it was just being used to cover up them fucking around. She still felt pretty shitty about it given how much stress it was putting on him.

They took their own cars back to her place. She got there before him and immediately opened a fresh bottle of wine, leaving a full glass on the counter for him, then she went upstairs to change into something decidedly less official looking.

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[neverwrongagent]

She pushed back against his hands, then his hips, torn between which she wanted more. That last thing she wanted was to make his life harder, but if he did get kicked out, he wouldn't be out in the cold. Little as she could admit it to anyone, she would take him in at least for the short term. It would certainly press the point of her honesty with him.

The minute she was under him, she broke out of the kiss and started kissing his chest and throat. She wanted to hear him make happy noises, sounds that she'd first heard on a roof top. "Love your skin. Love how you taste."

[posterboymarine]

He whimpered at the kisses and at her words. They were so close to what he needed to hear. And to what he wanted to say. He just couldn't. He was stuck and he had to hear it first, to break that skip in his mental record.

[neverwrongagent]

She shifted under him so she could reach more places, taking her turn at running her fingers over his spine. There were rough patches of skin where he had been beaten or where he'd sat for long hours against stone walls. They were a part of him now and she touched them as eagerly as she touched any other part. She nipped at him, catching pieces of his flesh just long enough to pull but not long enough to leave a mark. "So strong." She figured he'd probably argue the point, so she shifted up and kissed him hard before he could.

[posterboymarine]

The kiss stopped his argument before he could make it. His arms tightened around her and he pressed against her with greater need. Someone had to give him confidence. And Carrie was a lovely person to do that.

[neverwrongagent]

Sometimes they fed off each other in the best ways. She wrapped her leg around his hips so she could grind against him properly. Her nails pressed into his ass for a moment, then she grabbed his hips in much the way he had hers when she was on the counter. It let her press against him to much better effect.

[posterboymarine]

He groaned against her lips when she grabbed him. Then he shifted just enough to complete the circuit. This was what he needed.

[neverwrongagent]

Carrie gasped loudly when he filled her, shuddering hard as her body accommodated him. Ready as she was, even though this was round two, he still took her breath away. She broke out of the kiss long enough to let him see just how much she loved it, to see the nearly giddy smile, then she was kissing him again.

[posterboymarine]

That was the kind of response he wanted. It made him feel powerful. It was probably the only thing that made him feel that way anymore.

He nipped at her lips as they kiss, then pressed his tongue against her mouth.

[neverwrongagent]

She opened to him completely, shuddering with the power of it. He could make her want to have this forever. To give up everything in favor of being with him, maybe finding that peace he talked about. She moaned his name as her hips ground into his. Much more of this and she was going to get lost.

[posterboymarine]

The moan pushed him as much as the kiss did and he answered with one of his own. This was awful, a horrible idea. And he wanted it more every time.

[neverwrongagent]

It was such a bad idea that it was good she was kissing him because otherwise she would be saying things she wouldn't want on tape, things she wasn't ready to admit and that could ruin them both. The worst part was that they were absolutely true.

[posterboymarine]

The things she wouldn't say were the things he wanted to hear. They were things he needed to hear to keep the faith in what they were doing. They were the things he did not hear at home.

[neverwrongagent]

Without being able to say the words, she found herself trying to say it with touch. For as forcefully as they moved against each other, she kept touching him tenderly, caressing his sides and his chest and his face. What they were doing could only be classed as making love, no matter what she said to Saul.

[posterboymarine]

He leaned into her touch had they moved, trying to get as much as he could. He pressed his face against her neck after breaking the kiss. He whispered wirelessly against her neck, just hoping she would understand.

[neverwrongagent]

She understood all too well and started shaking. She pulled back for a moment to meet his eyes. If he couldn't see how she felt in that moment, he was blind. She could only maintain the look for an instant, though, then she had to hide her face against his neck, encouraging him to come back to her so they could both hide from it.

wirelessly, I tell ya

[posterboymarine]

Pressed against her neck again, he whimpered again as his speed increased. They were finished, as simply as that. There was no hope for them that didn't involve each other.

English, what is it??????

[neverwrongagent]

Her hands started clenching hard on his back, her knuckles pressing firmly enough she was afraid she'd leave marks. She had the passing thought that whoever was listening to them would need a cold shower after they finished. Then she was back with him one hundred percent, pleading with him, whispering desperate curses against his shoulder.

seriously

[posterboymarine]

He was going to need a cold shower when they were done. With her. And maybe another round. She was trying to kill them both with the way she cussed in his ear. He was going to explode.

[neverwrongagent]

He hit something inside her, or made some noise or something, and she went stiff beneath him. Everything else fell away in favor of the pleasure that overtook her brain and body. He could draw more sensation out of her than anyone else she had been with.

[posterboymarine]

What had started out as something slow had turned into something needy and hard. And Brody needed that so badly that he was right behind her.

[neverwrongagent]

When the pleasure passed, all that remained was a kind of loose exhaustion. She petted his hair for a moment, then went slack underneath him with a soft grunt. Her face went right back to his neck and she hid there happily. "Perfect." The word was whispered so softly, she wasn't even sure she'd said it aloud.

[posterboymarine]

He heard her and nodded. It was perfect. Dangerously so. In response, he whispered his agreed against her neck, in words that would sink them both.

[neverwrongagent]

Closing her eyes tightly, she hid even harder against him, unable to acknowledge that he'd said anything important. She went back to softly petting him, running her fingers along his back, over sweat covered skin. Finally she sighed deeply. "Sleep now?"

[posterboymarine]

He chuckled weakly. "Sleep works, babe. I can get behind the idea of sleep." He shifted so that he was still on top of her, but without smothering her. He didn't say anything else, he just let himself drift. She needed him to, all she had to do was push at him, and he'd move.

[neverwrongagent]

She could think of other things to do, but they would have to move for that and he had moved more than she was even willing to. Holding on to him having called her something as normal as babe, she also drifted off. Their bodies would tell them when they needed to move.

She managed a full sleep cycle before she had to wake and go to the bathroom. Peeling herself away from him hurt. She patted his ass lightly on her way so he knew she'd be right back. Standing in the bathroom, she looked at herself in the mirror, wondering what the fuck she was doing.