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[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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[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?"

[posterboymarine]

After she went after his shirt, he took a sip of wine, then picked up the blanket and tossed it over the back of a chair. "Yes, fire would be good," he answered as he turned around. "Why do you look better in my shirts then I do?"

[neverwrongagent]

She glanced down at herself, dwarfed in his shirt, and shrugged. "I'm sure there's some deep psychological reason a man's lover would look attractive to him in his oversized clothes after wild sex." She tugged at the hem, pulling it down a little, then grinned at him. "Or it just looks easier to get off me?" The next time she pulled at the hem, it was to lift it and flash more leg.

Her heart skipped a beat at the word lover, though, and she could hear him saying he loved her again.

[posterboymarine]

"Yes." He smirked, then went to her and slid a hand up her leg, under the hem of his shirt. He teased her for just a moment, then kissed her and pulled away.

"Why don't you sit down and talk to me while I cook."

[neverwrongagent]

She went up on her toes when he touched her, making a small noise. Then he was gone and she made an entirely different kind of noise. Never mind they'd just worn each other out, she would have gladly dragged him back to bed. She found a seat where he could see her. "I don't know if you want me to start talking. I ramble."

[posterboymarine]

"I want you to start talking. I don't care if you ramble." He smiled at her as he started to pull something together that they could actually eat.

[neverwrongagent]

That was an amazingly dangerous thing to tell her. She thought for a long minute about where to start, finally shaking her head some and going with the safest thing she could think of. "Came out here with my dad and sister. Long weekends. Maggie and I would wander for hours."

[posterboymarine]

Safe or not safe didn't matter anymore, given that he was committed. Still, it was something. He nodded and smiled over his shoulder at her before going back to cook on the cooking.

[neverwrongagent]

She watched him as he worked, trying not to allow herself to imagine them doing this all the tie. It felt good, really good, thought. "I was a wild child, always doing the next big thing, but here? Here was so normal. Free."

[posterboymarine]

If there was one feeling Brody could relate to, it was the feeling of freedom. That was what he was feeling there, with her. He put a pan on the stove, then stole a kiss before she could continue.

[neverwrongagent]

The kiss made her laugh and she reached out to grab his ass when he went back to the stove. "Don't know what it is. Usually the quiet makes me a little nuts. And Maggie makes me a lot nuts." She mentally apologized to her sister, even though she meant it. "But out here things were good."

She licked her lips. "Never brought anyone out here, you know." Maggie had and then she'd married him.

[posterboymarine]

He turned back to her in surprise. "Never? Well, then, I'm honored." Setting the heat on the stove to low, he went back to her and squatted in front of her.

He reached up and ran his fingers down her cheek. "Thank you for sharing this place with me."

[neverwrongagent]

Carrie leaned into the touch, swallowing slightly, and she let her eyes close for a moment. "We needed it." She turned to kiss his fingers. "We need a place we can find this feeling, where it's just us." She looked at him for a long moment. "Where it's only about...about love."

She exhaled sharply. "Fuck. That's..." She didn't know what else to say.

[posterboymarine]

His eyes narrowed in confusion at her hesitation and he rubbed her cheek another moment before kissing her. "What's wrong, Carrie?"

[neverwrongagent]

She leaned her forehead against his. "I've caused you enough trouble. And I'm only going to cause you more." She shifted to kiss him firmly. "But I promised I wouldn't leave you again and I won't. My bosses don't get that and your, uhm..." And his wife was an issue, too.

[posterboymarine]

He nodded, keeping his forehead against hers. "Yes. My wife and my kids. I know." He was trying really hard to keep them out of his relationship, and that's what it was, with Carrie. But they were going to have to talk about it. He was going to have to talk about it.