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]

His answer came almost as a relief to her. It was an incredibly scary thing that neither of them were ready for, but at least it was just between them. It wasn't about her job or his involvement in anything. All of which would make Saul freak if he heard her try and justify it that way. She rested her forehead against his and whimpered. "We are so fucked." She managed a low laugh. "Probably loved you since that night. Hard not to."

[posterboymarine]

It was his turn to laugh. "At least you fell for me when I wasn't broken." He kissed her again, letting her feel his smile. "We're alone out here, right?"

[neverwrongagent]

Again she had the thought that so had his wife, but it was her that he was with. That thought made her stomach do frightening flips. "Closest cabin is across this finger of the lake. Probably no one there now." She pulled back and raised an eyebrow at him. "What do you have in mind?"

[posterboymarine]

Laughing at the look on her face, he pulled her back to kiss her. "I meant listening devices and goon squads. Although, maybe later, sex under the stars."

[neverwrongagent]

She sagged in his arms. "Oh, sex under the stars is included in the deal. You must have missed that in the small print." She started rocking against him again. "No bugs, except the ones with wings. No goons, just raccoons." She snorted. "But they break in more often."

[posterboymarine]

"I missed the small print, yes." He smirked as she started to move again. "Good. I like being alone with you. Really alone."

[neverwrongagent]

Her movements were slow, contained, so unlike how she felt inside which was almost expansive. She was feeling pretty good about the world at that moment. "Better alone. Can get out of our heads." Which was why they'd sought each other out in the first place.

[posterboymarine]

He nodded. "That does cover it, doesn't it, baby." He gave her a playful spank, then held on to her ass as he started to move under her.

[neverwrongagent]

"Ahhh, FUCK!" Any useful additions to the conversation were halted in favor of happy moans and whimpers as she found a rhythm with him that got him good and deep. Not that the sudden, sharp bursts of pleasure got the ideas out of her head any, they just made it impossible to talk about it. Instead she caressed his face, fingers trailing over his lips and cheeks.

[posterboymarine]

The cursing made him laugh once, then he focused on what they were doing and he didn't worry about anything else. Each touch on his face bought a whimper from him and he chased her fingers to kiss them

[neverwrongagent]

She let him catch her finger, slowly stroking it over his lips at the same rate that she moved her hips. The combination took her breath away. She managed to meet his eyes so he could see just how much he affected her. Anything she might have said shown in her expression.

[posterboymarine]

He flicked his tongue against the tip of her finger, then closed his eyes a moment. He needed that moment to reset. Then he squeezed her a little harder, encouraging her.

[neverwrongagent]

Her other hand went to his chest where she went back to touching and pinching him. She pulled at his nipple, wanting to see him go back and forth between the sensations. Just touching him sent shivers up her spine. She never took her eyes off him, studying every bit of his reaction.

[posterboymarine]

He twitched each time she alternated her focus. After a few moments, he started moaning more often, slowly working up to continuously. He tried to catch her eye, to show her how much he was enjoying this.

[neverwrongagent]

She had been watching the way his belly moved when she twisted her hips a little more quickly when she finally caught his expression again. The sounds he made were nothing compared to his face. She had to stop for a moment to catch her breath. "Not sure I'm ready for this."

[posterboymarine]

"No one ever is, from what I can tell." He kissed her tenderly, shivering from the way her lips felt against his.

[neverwrongagent]

She pressed harder into the kiss, well aware that his words could have a much deeper meaning than she originally intended. Her hips sped, starting to drive against him in a clear direction. She needed the release to maintain her sanity, such as it was.

[posterboymarine]

He nodded without thinking, helping move her faster against him. Starting out slow was all well and good, but it never ended that way. They certainly didn't end that way.

[neverwrongagent]

Pressure built inside her until she felt like a coiled spring. The only thing keeping her from exploding was his grip on her hips and that wasn't going to help for much longer. She tried to warn him, tried to make some noise that would give him a quantitative measure of how long she was going to last, but all she managed was a desperate whine before she slammed down onto him and started trembling.

[posterboymarine]

He rocked under her as she came. Holding out was hard bit he wasn't quite ready to be done.

[neverwrongagent]

She went from stiffly trembling to sagging into a heap against his chest. She was dimly aware that he hadn't come, which was fine, but he was going to have to wait a moment for her to be useful enough to keep moving. She kissed his chest weakly. "Fuck. That's... Yeah. Need to do this more often."

She wasn't clear on what this was, exactly, just that they needed more.

[posterboymarine]

He wasn't sure what the this she was talking about was either, but if it left her like that, he was game. He stayed still until she was ready to start moving again, then he started with the slow build.

[neverwrongagent]

Carrie shifted in his arms a little so she could move with him, still trying to catch her breath. He always filled her beautifully, but she felt like he was huge now. She shifted again, whimpering, and went back to kissing him tenderly. The connection made her shiver.

[posterboymarine]

He whimpered in the kiss, his grip on her tightening. When he finally needed to speak, he broke the kiss and whispered against her lips. "You feel so fucking good, Carrie. Don't want to stop."

[neverwrongagent]

She laughed roughly. "We'll needs fluids soon. Otherwise, I'm good with that." She twisted her hips a little, liking the extra pressure from his hands. It wasn't like when he held her down, this was just firm and intense.