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 started rocking, the movements a little awkward given how she was bent over him. The only way he really got as deep as she wanted was when she bit him. Of course, she didn't think either of them minded that. At the same moment that she bit him, she pinched his other nipple. Maybe she was trying to kill him.

[posterboymarine]

There was no maybe about it. She was trying to kill him. He cried out at the pinch, finally bucking hard under her. He blinked hard, then let go of her hip with one hand and dragged her into a rough kiss.

[neverwrongagent]

She lost any kind of control over her movements for a long moment because of that kiss. When she finally came back to herself, she shaking with need. She grabbed his face, holding him still so she could draw him back into the kiss so she could be sure he was as lost in it as she was.

[posterboymarine]

He was lost before she even started kissing him. This all just made it worse. His hold on her loosened as he moaned into her mouth and bucked under her.

[neverwrongagent]

Before she knew it, Carrie was scratching his sides, sitting up slightly so she could gain some control over the way they moved. Each thrust drove him into her and she shuddered happily. She wanted to be able to watch his reactions, to see the pleasure on his face.

[posterboymarine]

She was going to get to see every emotion cross his face while she rode him. Especially since she was still adding that additional level of sensation with her nails. He was going to die the best kind of death.

[neverwrongagent]

They were both done for when this round was over if he kept looking at her like that. She kept pinching and scratching, trying not to cry out every time he twitched inside her. "You are so beautiful. Love watching you so much." She ground into him, driving him deep into her. "Fuck! So good."

[posterboymarine]

He moaned her name, then bucked hard under her each time she pinched him. She was trying, he wasn't. He was just letting himself feel.

[neverwrongagent]

His voice cut right through her, making her pause for a moment to process it. Then she went right back to abusing him. She was going to give him everything she had, every that would make his voice sound like that. This round was for him, to give him pure pleasure.

[posterboymarine]

He was going to wear the marks from this for a while. And, if he thought about it, he likely wouldn't care. BUt all he could think about now was what was coming next. Would it be a touch or a pinch? Would she drive down on him or tease him? Would he be able to hold out until she came or would he be finished after in only a few more moments?

He whimpered her name again, his hands moving up to pinch her nipples.

[neverwrongagent]

If he wanted her to come any time near him, he should keep pinching her and saying her name that way. She pinched his nipple in return, twisting it, then went back to scratching at his sides. She went low, almost down to where her thighs were wrapped around him. "Look at you. God, look at you." She shuddered hard. "Could watch you forever."

[posterboymarine]

"Don't want you to watch me. Want you to touch me." He pinched her again, then gave up trying to do more than one thing at a time. He couldn't really manage it at this point.

[neverwrongagent]

She laughed roughly. "Am touching you. Haven't stopped since I met you, feels like." And she'd been watching him. And, now that she admitted it, loving him. "Not going to stop." She laughed again. "Not until we both collapse, at least."

[posterboymarine]

He shook his head. "Don't stop then, either." He dragged her down into a kiss, trying to make himself hold on a little bit longer.

[neverwrongagent]

The kiss was more than she could take. Suddenly her movements over him became rushed and harsh, her hips slamming into his with force. Her nails closed on his chest like claws, leaving deep red marks, and she shuddered hard. A moment later, she exploded, the force of her climax taking her by surprise even though she knew it was coming.

If he needed something specific from her, it was going to have to wait until she caught her breath even though she was still slamming into him.

[posterboymarine]

The only thing he needed from her what exactly what she gave him. He rocked into her as she came, his own release so close on the heels to hers that he couldn't tell where one began and the other ended.

[neverwrongagent]

Calling sex a joining didn't come close to explaining what she felt as they exploded together. It shouldn't feel this good. It shouldn't be anywhere near as good. When she finally sagged against him, she couldn't stop shaking. "Okay. Done now."

[posterboymarine]

He tightened his arms around her, holding on to her as he shook. He couldn't shake, as much as he wanted to. He was too overwhelmed. "Just don't let go."

[neverwrongagent]

"Never." She worked her arms awkwardly around his neck and held on as tightly as she could, which helped the shaking some. "Never. Promise."

She'd promised him some insane and illogical things. This had to be the worst.

[posterboymarine]

He dragged her onto her side, taking her with him as he rolled. It made it easier to hold onto her, more comfortable. He buried his face against her shoulder and whimpered roughly. He wanted to cry, to just sob, and he knew he was safe enough with her to do. But he was too tightly wound to let go of that last little shred of his control.

It took almost 2 whole minutes before that control finally let go. Once that first sob against her neck let loose, he was truly finished.

[neverwrongagent]

She wasn't expecting the tears, but when they came, they didn't entirely surprise her. There was a tension to his body that shouldn't be there after such mind blowing sex. She'd almost dozed off, convinced he wasn't going to share whatever it was with her when the crying started. Her hand came up to pet his hair and she shifted a little closer as if her tiny frame could protect him. Without knowing exactly what part of the special hell they were in he was reacting to, all she could do was hold him and do what she'd promised--be there.

[posterboymarine]

If she'd asked him, he wouldn't have been able to tell her that anything was wrong. It was more like a profound sense of relief, that after everything, she was still right there, right with him.

When he could finally speak again, he whispered his love and gratitude in her ear. And he asked her to promise him, again, that she wasn't going to let go.

[neverwrongagent]

She was more than willing to promise him that. There wasn't any way to keep the promise, but she was going to do it. She'd failed him once and she wasn't going to do it again. Right now all she could do was pet him and repeat herself. Time would tell how well she did.

[posterboymarine]

He let that petting lull him into a light doze. But his arms stayed tight around her. Part of making her promise she wouldn't let go meant that he couldn't let go either. Still, he was finally really relaxed, despite of, or maybe because of, the crying.

[neverwrongagent]

Feeling him relax, she let herself drift off as well. They needed the sleep and this was probably one of the few nights they'd get any for a while. Her real hope was that he wouldn't have the nightmares she knew he had often.