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 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.

[posterboymarine]

"Mmmmm. Fluids." He continued to move under her, whimpering some. Then he grabbed her harder and came, jerking and shuddering as he emptied inside her.

[neverwrongagent]

The incongruity of his agreement and this release made her chuckle. It also sent spasms of pleasure through her. Not quite a full release, but enough to leave her trembling. Slowly, she shifted in his arms so she could wrap her arms around his middle and cuddle close. She was going to be cold soon, but if she stayed close, she wouldn't have to move.

[posterboymarine]

He wrapped his arms around her back and held her close. His lips pressed to her hair and he smiled as he held her.

[neverwrongagent]

For her part, she shifted up a little so she could tuck right against his neck. Being able to smell him, to smell them, was a comfort. He was right, she could have stayed there for a long time. Much longer than was good for either of them.

[posterboymarine]

He finally flailed behind him, grabbing a blanket and throwing it over her back. It covered both of them and he hunkered down closer to her. Now they didn't have to move at all.

[neverwrongagent]

She stayed curled tight until she knew she was going to have to get up soon. They did need fluids and her mind was starting to race. Finally she sighed softly against his neck. "Did we really just do that?" She kissed his jaw. "Or say that, I guess." It wasn't that she was upset by the admissions, just that she was trying to figure them out.

[posterboymarine]

He chuckled weakly and nodded. "Yeah. I think so." He caught her in a kiss, then released her. "SHould probably unpack the car."

[neverwrongagent]

She pulled back and stared at him, then burst out in giggles. That was a perfectly rational response to deep questions about love and relationships. She nodded firmly. "Oh yeah. Make sure the wine gets inside." She kissed him quickly, then slid off his lap onto the couch, taking the blanket with her. "And don't put on many clothes."

[posterboymarine]

He growled playfully at her as he stood and just pulled on his pants. Then he found his shoes before hiding outside, leaving her inside to think about what he'd said.

[neverwrongagent]

She thought long and hard about what he said for about as long as it took him to get outside. Then she hopped up and went to the window, the blanket wrapped around her, and watched him unload the car.

She didn't have good words for what she felt about him, but she thought his were okay. Love was big, it was huge. It was more than work, was outside his marriage, it was scary as fuck. It was also a much better answer than her being crazy for why she was putting so much of herself into this.

[posterboymarine]

He felt her watching him as he unpacked and he tried not to turn around and look at her. She was entitled to her privacy while he was outside and he didn't want to take that from her. Even if, implicitly, she had taken any privacy he had from him.

[neverwrongagent]

When he got to the door, she was there, still wrapped in the blanket, to help take some of the bags for the kitchen. The blanket slipped off her shoulder and she tried once to move it back up, then gave up with a laugh. She knew she was trying too hard, which made her get a little flirty. "So, want some wine?"

[posterboymarine]

She was trying too hard, which was very cute. He grinned, then kissed her forehead. "Yes. You pour, I'll put stuff away. Are you hungry?"

[neverwrongagent]

"I could eat." She thought about it for a moment. "I should eat." After struggling to get the wine open and poured while maintaining the blanket, she gave up and let the blanket fall to the floor. She would have been happy to help with the cooking while naked, but the cabin was a little too chilly and damp for that.

She left his glass on the counter while he finished unpacking and went to find his shirt to wear. This time she'd get to keep it on until he took it off her. That thought made her pause for a moment before heading back into the kitchen. "Should I start a fire?"