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 was, rather quickly, up to speed and driving into her. He started grunting and moaning in the kiss, pushing his body to the edge. Knowing that they still had time, that he was 'on a retreat' until the next day, meant that they had the time to enjoy each other, after the edge had been taken off.

[neverwrongagent]

Carrie had to drop one hand off his face and down to his shoulder when her fingers clenched. She moaned his name, pleading with him to give her everything, knowing their time allowances as well as he did. Next round, or the one after, would be about quiet exploration. Now she wanted him to come close to hurting her to show just how badly he needed her.

[posterboymarine]

His fingers dug deeply into her hips, pulling her right to the edge of the counter so he could pound into her. He was going to come close to hurting both of them at this rate. And he was okay with that, in the part of his mind that was capable of even considering it.

[neverwrongagent]

Suddenly something inside her broke loose. She had to reach back to grab at the cabinets to try and stabilize herself. Her cry of pleasure was strangled by her surprise. If she'd had the air, she would have begged him to come with her, to stay with her, but she couldn't manage it.

[posterboymarine]

She didn't have to beg. He was right there. He gave that last thrust and cried her name as he came. His body jerked against hers and he finally had to let go of her hips to hold himself up.

The analyst on duty was clearly going to get an earful over the course of the evening.

[neverwrongagent]

If there were any justice at all, Saul would be reviewing the tapes. Slowly, Carrie forced her body to relax enough to wrap her arms back around his neck and put her head on his shoulder. "Yeah. That's what I wanted to say."

[posterboymarine]

He kissed the side of her head. "Figured as much." Once he finally had his land legs, he pulled back from her, then stepped out of his pants. "Hungry or sleepy?"

[neverwrongagent]

"Yes?" She wanted to go curl up with him, to put all the unpleasantness of the day firmly behind them, but she thought they'd wake up uncomfortable if they didn't eat. "Hungry. Might as well get that out of the way."

She looked him over, then stripped off her tank. "It'll be fun."

[posterboymarine]

He nodded. "Okay. You stay right there." He pulled away from her with a smirked. "I'll try not to burn myself."

He pulled together dinner without too much trouble, only having to avoid burning himself twice. While he cooked, he kept both their glasses topped up, so he was definitely buzzed and rambling about nothing by the time the food was plated.

[neverwrongagent]

She rambled right along with him, telling him a story about nothing at all really, and laughing more than she remembered having done in a while. Periodically, she made him stop in front of her for a sweet kiss. She couldn't stop smiling. When it was time to hop down off the counter, she made him help her down so she could run her hands over him.

She didn't waste much time with the actual eating. She wanted to get upstairs where she could put her hands all over him.

[posterboymarine]

He ate as quickly as she did, just as eager to settle down with her as she was. He made the decision that they were both done not too long as they sat down, and took the plates away.

He grabbed the wine bottle and grinned at her. "Come upstairs with me."

[neverwrongagent]

She didn't hesitate, grabbing his hand firmly and letting him lead her upstairs. She was happy to watch him ahead of her, enjoying the way he moved. Once they were in the bedroom, she urged him straight into bed, then held her hand out for the bottle so she could have a drink. "This is going to knock us out." If they were lucky.

[posterboymarine]

He settled back on the bed, passing her the bottle. "A good night's sleep would be nice." He stretched out and ran his hand over his chest. "Been thinking about you."

[neverwrongagent]

She shifted in the bed so she could hand him back the bottle after taking a long swig. Then she ran her now cold fingers over the same area he'd just touched. "You have?" She glanced at where she knew the bug was in the room, the one she'd covered with a big sweater on the off chance it would dampen their ability to hear. "What were you thinking?"

[posterboymarine]

He shivered at the way her fingers felt. "Thinking about how quiet it is when I'm with you. About how I'm not looking over my shoulder all the time." He touched her face. "About that smile."

[neverwrongagent]

She smiled more broadly at him, moving her fingers up so she could tease one of his nipples. "Just a smile." Not that anyone else saw exactly that smile from her. She wouldn't admit it, but that smile was just for him. Then she laughed. "Quiet? With me? Most people tell me I never shut up."

[posterboymarine]

He twitched a little at the tweak of his nipple. "It's a very nice smile." He brushed his thumb over her lips. "And I don't mean that you're quiet." He pointed to his head. "Gets quiet up here."

After a moment, he frowned. He didn't want to talk about that, about how hard a time he had. He didn't want to ruin their time together with his issues.

[neverwrongagent]

The problem with not talking about it was that it never went away. Part of why they worked was because they had always been able to talk freely. And the idea of a quiet mind was so much a part of being with him that it took her breath away to hear him say that. She kept molesting him, because she loved touching him, but she didn't want to stop talking because it was important.

"That's why you have keys. Because we all need that quiet."

[posterboymarine]

He nodded. "It's been hard to get away. I've been trying." He twitched every time she hit a sensitive spot, which was often. "That meeting... Carrie, I don't know if I can do that again. I know they are soldiers, just like me, but getting past their religion..."

[neverwrongagent]

She knew what he meant, even if she didn't feel it the way he did. After everything he'd been through, most of it proclaimed in the name of Allah, it had to be hard. It wasn't a rational mind kind of issue. She kept touching, knowing that it would help keep him on an even keel. It did wonders for her. "I don't think you'll need to. Either someone is going to contact you after that or it's not going to come to anything."

She kissed his shoulder. "Could he be messing with you? Would he do that?"

[posterboymarine]

He exhaled. "I don't believe that he's just let it go. You don't let something like that go, even if you've found God. It makes no sense." He rubbed his eyes. "But maybe he did, find God. He used to drink more than I did."

[neverwrongagent]

He might still drink for all they knew. If he had something to say, he might have let it go that once. There wasn't any evidence Walker had found religion, any religion, particularly. But there wouldn't have to be. Praying didn't leave many signs. "Even if he did, why would he think you did? Or that you'd want to?" She shook her head. "Twisted revenge makes the most sense to me." If only it made more sense to her colleagues.

[posterboymarine]

"Revenge. The might of the fucking CIA turned against a man who just wants revenge." At least Brody could still be cynical about the whole thing. That had to count for something.

He reached up and traced her jaw. "He's in it for revenge. The CIA's in it to catch a terrorist. I'm in it for some peace. How about you, Carrie? WHat's in this for you?"

[neverwrongagent]

Her eyes fluttered shut as she leaned into his touch. It was as much her answer as any words she could find, but she knew it wasn't going to be enough. Finally she sighed softly. "You." She licked her lips and tried again. "Peace is a good word for it. You always made me feel more...myself."

[posterboymarine]

He pulled her close and kissed her deeply. That was the only answer he would have taken and not doubted. It back up the way she responded to him without thought.

While they kissed, he set the bottle aside so they could focus on the more important things. He needed to reset after the day he'd been put through and he could think of no better way than in her arms.