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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[posterboymarine]

He grinned right back at her. "I'm afraid to." His fingers ran over her hair. "You could translate, privately."

[neverwrongagent]

She shifted so he could pet her more easily, groaning happily. "I could, but I'd probably end up poking into things that way." She shrugged. "It gets in your blood. Plus, I'm just nosy that way."

[posterboymarine]

"And you think that would be better if you were teaching?" He kept petting her, his eyes half closed as he started imagining a life with her. "How are you with kids?"

[neverwrongagent]

She watched him for a moment, then closed her own eyes so she could picture it, too. It was frightening how easy it was. "I have nieces, two of them, and they adore me." She laughed lightly, even though it was true. "I've always done pretty well with kids."

[posterboymarine]

He smirked slightly. "Well, that would help if you decided to teach kids." He left out the implied or deal with his.

[neverwrongagent]

Teaching kids wasn't really what she was thinking, but she knew where he was heading with the question. If they ever made anything of whatever it was they were doing, she would have to deal with his kids. They hadn't talked about them really at all. "I like kids."

[posterboymarine]

"That's good." He kissed her hair, then pulled her a little closer. "Not that I believe, for an instant, that you'd quit the company."

[neverwrongagent]

She shifted so a leg was over his and she was half up on his chest. As always, the moment she was firmly touching him, she felt better. "Not for a while. Still have so much to do." She kissed his chest. "Doesn't mean I would mind having more kids in my life."

[posterboymarine]

"Not sure where to get those kids. I hear it's not polite to just go pick them up off the street." He winked at her, then went back to looking at the stars. "You should come out here more."

[neverwrongagent]

She groaned loudly. "Fuck, that means I bought all that candy and the spare puppy for no reason?" She pinched his side before settling tight against him. "I probably should, but being alone out here isn't really the best thing for me. I get jumpy."

[posterboymarine]

"You brought a puppy?" He giggled a little before dragging her a little closer, more on top of him. "I can't imagine you more jumpy than you are now."

[neverwrongagent]

She shifted all the way up onto him, chin on his chest so she could look at him. "Great big red one, like Clifford." She poked his chest with her chin. "But he's not a spare." Then she shook her head. "This? This is positively laid back."

[posterboymarine]

"You calling me a dog?" He gave her the eyebrow, then smirked. "And I don't mean right this instant. I mean in general." Shrugging, he quickly followed up. "Or do you mean jumpy like I'm jumpy jumpy?"

[neverwrongagent]

She shifted up, rubbing against his body, until she could kiss him firmly. "I mean a great big, squirming, lovely puppy that likes to be petted." She kissed him again, kind of wanting to feel him squirm just a little. "And I'm not jumpy or jumpy jumpy." She shrugged. "The term is hyper vigilant. Probably says so on all the paperwork." His and hers.

[posterboymarine]

To him, hyper-vigilant was the same as batshit crazy, or suffering from post traumatic stress disorder, like the base shrink said that Brody probably shouldn't be if he wanted his bennies.

"Are you going to pet me, Carrie?" Why yes, he was trying to steer the conversion some, away from where his mind was going.

[neverwrongagent]

She was fine with the redirect. They could discuss what was close to an admission on her part later. She shifted some so she could reach up and pet his face, trailing her fingers over his features. He was so familiar to her even though they probably hadn't spent a total of even two months together. She couldn't help smiling because she liked touching him so much.

[posterboymarine]

He leaned into her petting with a grin. "You are going to pet me. Too bad puppies don't purr. I'll just have to wag my tale."

[neverwrongagent]

That made her groan. "Not fair. I love that tail." She was sorry she couldn't reach it to pet it, or pinch it, at the moment. She kept caressing him as she kissed him gently. "Love all of you." She meant that to be flirty about his body, but after a moment's pause, she just kissed him again.

Damn you, homonyms!

[posterboymarine]

That was a bold statement, easily as bold as his own had been. Seems it was just a night for revelations. He whimpered in the kiss, his hands going into her hair. This was always the beginning of the end in terms of remaining dressed and he didn't much care.

*pets*

[neverwrongagent]

Her only request for this round was going to be that he end up on top. His ass could get cold this time. The way his fingers felt in her hair made her shiver. It was such an intimate gesture, but it also required trust on her part. He could change the mood so quickly with it, but all she felt was adored. She settled into the kiss, happy to stay there for a while.

thanks

[posterboymarine]

He kept his fingers in her hair, since he enjoyed it and she seemed to, as well. He shifted a little under her, getting comfortable. After a few minutes, he broke the kiss to smile up at her. "Maybe I should whine a little, for more attention? Dogs do that, right?"

[neverwrongagent]

She ran a finger over his lower lip. "Never had one before, so I'm not sure." She kissed the spot her finger had started on, then planted tiny kisses along the trail of her finger. "Mostly I think they stay close and get petted."

[posterboymarine]

"Think I can manage that." He considered chasing her finger, then decided to just let her kiss him. One hand left her hair and slipped under the hem of her shirt, pressing against her lower back.

[neverwrongagent]

Feeling his hand on her skin made her whimper loudly. If they were going to discuss making noises for attention, she was going to be the guilty one. Her kisses turned to light nips as she tried to draw him into touching her more.

[posterboymarine]

He pressed his nails along her spine as he more to kiss her ear. After pulling at her earlobe, he barked softly for her.