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]

"Yes. Kill him. He is the only link I can act on regarding all of this." He looked at her again. "Since no one will let me within miles of the guys picked up when we were rescued."

[neverwrongagent]

He was right about that. Hell, even Carrie hadn't gotten that close to them once they'd been originally debriefed. That said, she knew more about them than he'd been told. Part of why no one could get a good read on Walker was that the read they'd gotten on the hostage takers was so odd. "Yeah, that's not going to happen." She sounded vaguely apologetic about it. An eye for an eye had never made sense to her in the long term, but she did understand his wanting some real, tangible revenge.

"So, what? You do that and all is right? Then you come home?"

[posterboymarine]

He rubbed his eyes and sighed softly. "Hopefully." Bowing his head, he sighed again. "I don't even know anymore. I don't know anything. I can't keep anything straight. And I really need a fucking drink."

[neverwrongagent]

She groaned and leaned more heavily into him. "That I can give you. Somewhere, behind something, there is booze." Because she never could have a bolt hole where she couldn't self medicate if it came to that. "If you're sure." Once they started, she didn't think they'd stop until they passed out.

[posterboymarine]

He didn't answer her for a moment, then he wrapped his arm around her shoulder and pulled her close. Then he kissed her forehead. "You know you deserve better than me, right?"

[neverwrongagent]

She snorted very softly, not quite able to hide the pain that comment caused. "I have no idea where you get this idea I'm such a prize." She shifted so she could kiss him. "You're a good man. You deserve to be happy."

[posterboymarine]

He pulled her into his lap and held her tightly. "Happiness is a lie we tell children to try and spare them from the reality of the world we live in." He cupped her cheek and kissed her deeply.

When he pulled away, there was pain and regret in his eyes. "I was finally relaxed. For the first time in a long time, I was really and truly relaxed. And my fucked up head ruined it. That's why you deserve better. You deserve someone who isn't broken."

[neverwrongagent]

"Why?" She wasn't about to brush off his pain and his experiences. He was broken, but he'd heal a lot more than he thought possible. He might not realize but he already had. "What makes me so special, so whole, that I shouldn't have to deal with someone who lived in the real world?" She shook her head. "I've seen-- I'm part of it, too. I deserve someone who gets it, who sees things as they are."

[posterboymarine]

Brushing her hair back from her face, he smiled weakly. "Because you still believe you can fix it."

[neverwrongagent]

Her expression softened as she leaned into his caress. "That's you. You make me think that." She groaned. "Fuck, we're a pair. Maybe we should get drunk."

[posterboymarine]

It was his turn to rest his forehead against hers and he smiled a little more openly. "I am drunk." He winked, then closed his eyes and sighed softly. "I could use a drink though. But drunk is not required. Just enough to take the edge off. So we can sleep." His fingers ran through her hair again.

"I should warn you. There will be nightmares tonight. They get worse when I get upset."

[neverwrongagent]

She shrugged. "That's okay. I won't sleep." She didn't sleep when she had to think. Which only made her think more until her brain went right off the rails. "Drinks it is. In the blanket fort."

[posterboymarine]

That got her a smirk. "I'll build, you find supplies." Getting his arms under her, he stood, taking her with him. Then it was back inside before he let her have her feet.

"I want you to know, sometimes, English is a bitch."

[neverwrongagent]

She clung to him for a long moment after he put her down, then she went to forage not just booze in the form of two bottles of wine, but food. "It is not. It's the bastard child of a dozen invading forces who beats up other languages and steals their lunch money."

The supplies went in a spot by the hearth while she helped him build. "It's uncouth and barbaric."

[posterboymarine]

He grinned at her and nodded. "Sound about right." The build took less time, since the materials were already gathered and they were done quickly.

He helped relocate their provisions, then got settled and held his have out for her.

[neverwrongagent]

Carrie took his HAND and sank down onto her knees beside him. Then she had to let go of him so she could shimmy out of her pants before curling up by his side. The wine bottles were both open, so she reached for one and took a big swig. "So what can't you say in English?"

[posterboymarine]

He took a drink of the wine, the snuggled in with her. He was quiet at her considered his words. "فمن الصعب أن أعرب لكم بالضبط كم كنت تعني بالنسبة لي، في أي لغة. لقد ساعدني بدء لأجد نفسي مرة أخرى. كنت في البيت، والحب."


(It is hard to express to you exactly how much you mean to me, in any language. You have helped me start to find myself again. You are home, love.

[neverwrongagent]

She swallowed hard and hid herself against him for a long moment, then she softly recited a few lines of poetry. "وأود أن تقسيم فتح قلبي بسكين، مكان لك داخل وختم أن بلدي، والتي قد تسكن هناك*"


(*I would split open my heart
with a knife, place you
within and seal my would,
that you might dwell there)

[posterboymarine]

He brought her into a deep kiss, his arm around her to keep her close. He was slow to release her, working to refocus himself.

[neverwrongagent]

She felt like she was falling into his arms, open to him just the way she'd quoted. Even when he loosened his grip a little, she stayed right up against him. If she didn't stay focused on him, she would start spinning again.

[posterboymarine]

He reached for the end and took another still before kissing her again. He knew that they both really needed sleep, but he also knew they needed to make up after his outburst. So he headed them in that direction by pulling her on top of him as they kissed.

[neverwrongagent]

She grabbed the bottle and had a few good swigs herself before happily getting with the program. There were no panties under those pants and nothing under the borrowed shirt but her. Sitting up slightly so he could reach under while she ran her hands over his chest. The kissing was good, but she wanted to feel him.

[posterboymarine]

He ran his hands up under her... his shirt and traced along her sides. With a gentle sigh, he went with the language he could better express himself in to talk to her. "أنا أحب لمس لك. كنت تشعر مدهشة. ليس هناك شيء أكثر أريد القيام به الآن الحق في ذلك الحين لتسجيل كل سطر من جسدها."

(I love touching you. You feel amazing. There is nothing more I want to do right now then to memorize every line of her body.)

[neverwrongagent]

There was something so intimate about speaking Arabic to him while they made love. He wasn't the first man she'd done that with, but those hadn't really been making love. She sat up a little more so he could reach better without her taking off the shirt. It wasn't quite warm enough under their fort yet. "لا يوجد شيء أريد أكثر من ذلك. عقد إلى ذكرياتي لك عندما اختفت كما كنز."


(There's nothing I want more. Held onto my memories of you when you were gone like a treasure.)

[posterboymarine]

He smiled at that, then sat up to kiss her briefly. Once he was laying back down, he let his hands continue to move over her skin. "فكرت كثيرا ما كنت حين كنت بعيدا. كيف النوع الذي كان لي، كيف لطيفة وكان لديك شخص كان نوعها بالنسبة لي لأنهم أرادوا أن يكون."

(I thought of you often while I was away. How kind you were to me, how nice it was to have someone who was kind to me because they wanted to be. )