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]

His expression made her stomach flutter out of fear and need. Doing this with him was going to be a roller coaster, she could tell already. That didn't mean she didn't understand. And of course, the pain in her shoulder did wonders in distracting her from any deep thought about it all. "Fuck!" She twisted her hands, testing his grip more than trying to get away. "I'm going to need that later."

[posterboymarine]

He laughed against her skin before biting her in a slightly different spot. And her twisting only caused him to squeeze her wrists harder. Now that he had her legs far apart, he took her with a savage thrust. There was no warming up this time. He was ready to go.

[neverwrongagent]

For the first time ever, he truly hurt her. Just because she was expecting it, maybe even welcomed it, didn't make it any less a shock to her body. She fought him for real, not to get away, but to find some tiny change of angle that would make it hurt less. She swore again, much more loudly when her movements pulled against his teeth. And then she did the thing that defined her. She pushed him again. "Think that's going to do it?"

[posterboymarine]

He let her have that little angle change. Right until she pushed. Then he shifted her wrists into one hand and grabbed her face with the other. With her hands and head now pinned, he growled down at her. "I think you'll wish it was that easy."

[neverwrongagent]

She tried to jerk away from him, but his hand was nearly the size of her face. She wasn't going anywhere until he decided it. For the first time in their relationship, she didn't have any power in this situation. Not as far as he was concerned. She could yell for help at any point, but it would take them a while to get there. She had no intention of doing that. Feeling him in control was a thrill. "Stronger than I look."

[posterboymarine]

"I can see that." He was teasing her now, clearly mocking that she couldn't move to get away.

All he had really wanted since they'd hauled him out of that hole was to be in charge of his choices. The CIA wouldn't let him have that, the Marines wouldn't. His own family didn't let him have that. That he felt comfortable enough with Carrie to take that control would, when they both came down, be a testament to how good she was for him.

But at the moment, even he was, in some small part of his mind, a little afraid of himself.

[neverwrongagent]

She shook her head, or at least tried to. Getting away wasn't what would make her strong in this situation. He'd been restrained, imprisoned, and controlled. He knew what it took to survive that. She almost felt like she needed to prove to him that she was worthy by surviving what he could dish out. It struck her, as she struggled beneath him, that she was getting wet.

Oh well, she'd always known she was crazy.

[posterboymarine]

If she survived him, she'd prove herself alright. But it wasn't a measure of worth anymore, for him. It was a measure of rightness. If she didn't throw him out, if she held on to herself, he'd follow her anywhere.

The fact that her body was responding positively, even if she was still denying him, spoke to the effect he had on her.

With a sneer on his lips, he started to move. He was as far from gentle as he knew how to be. Which wasn't as far from gentle as he could be, but it was definitely a large step in that direction.

[neverwrongagent]

Full thrusts brought another round of struggling. Carrie jerked and twisted underneath him, actively trying to get away from the battering ram between her legs. She was getting excited, but it wasn't helping fast enough. Seeing the intense expression worked wonders on her, though. She started panting with the strain and with her own growing need. "Fuck you. I can take this."

[posterboymarine]

His sneer deepened. Being cursed at was definitely a button, but perhaps not the one she wanted to push. His hand moved from her face to her throat and closed there. Perhaps a little panic was in order.

[neverwrongagent]

She wasn't expecting that and he got what he wanted. Deep under the fear was a kind of perverse certainty that he didn't mean to seriously harm her, but that didn't stop her animal self from freaking the fuck out. Her large eyes went wide with surprise and fear and she pulled hard enough on her wrists that she ensured there would be bruises.

She managed to croak out a few words. "Can't scream like this."

[posterboymarine]

"I know." It was completely unfair of him, given that the screaming was something he wanted. Still, the sheer panic was a decent replacement.

He continued to move, to drive against her, pushing himself toward the edge.

[neverwrongagent]

It took her a long moment to realize that her body had adjusted to him and that at the same to she was trying to get her hands free, her hips were rising up to meet each thrust. Her body, and maybe her madness, were taking over. The panic faded, if not all of the fear, and she tried to lift her head against the press of his hand. She was getting light headed, but she wanted his lips, needed them.

[posterboymarine]

He withheld his kiss for a moment before attacking her lips. As he kissed her, he loosened his grip slightly on her throat. She was still not getting all the air she could, but now some of that was coming from the kiss.

He was now fighting his own body. He wasn't ready to come. He hadn't gotten everything he wanted from her yet. He nipped her lip hard enough to draw blood.

[neverwrongagent]

She did really well with the kiss, even getting one of her legs around him to help pull him deeper, right up until she tasted the tang of her own blood. She went nuts again, breaking out of the kiss with a sharp twist of her head. "Fuck, Nick, what the hell?" She licked at her lip and glared at him. "What was that?"

[posterboymarine]

His hand clamped on her throat again. There were probably going to be bruises there. He licked her blood of his lips and smirked. "Thought you could take it."

[neverwrongagent]

She glared at him, then shuddered hard at seeing the blood. "Can. Wasn't expecting to bleed." She bucked into him. "Need air." It was clear to her that telling him that might mean he cut her off entirely, but she took the risk. She tried to mitigate his reaction by closing around him as he thrust into her. She was an active participant, she wanted him, she just wanted air, too.

[posterboymarine]

"No one expects to bleed." But he did let up on her throat some. That force was moved to her wrists, where his fingers went white for as tight as they were holding onto. He was also, finally, starting to really lose control of his thrusts and they were becoming more erratic as his climax approached.

[neverwrongagent]

The combination of getting air and the rougher thrusts threw a switch in her. Suddenly she was all need. Even the intense pain in her wrists couldn't take that away. There were in this together again. It was about him, about what he needed, but they were working together to get that.

She started swearing again, but this time it wasn't at him. Instead it was a litany of intensity. She swore loudly when he pinched the skin on her wrists, then again when he hit a spot deep inside her. To her it sounded like passion and need, but in truth her voice still held that edge of panic and fear.

[posterboymarine]

When he couldn't hold out any longer, he yelled his release as he pounded into her. For a brief instant, he cut off all her air. Then both his hands went slack as he collapsed over her, his face buried against her neck.

[neverwrongagent]

His release was so sudden and the lack of air so distracting, the she didn't come with him. When he released her, she immediately wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled herself close to him. She needed her release, needed him to provide it. In a low whisper that no bugs was going to pick up, she whispered her need.

[posterboymarine]

He nodded and started rocking his hips against her. He was taking advantage of pure biology to push her that last little bit. He needed it to be enough. He was too weak to provide much more.

Still, his body knew what it was doing and he was definitely giving her something to work with.

[neverwrongagent]

That was as much as she needed, the smallest reminder that this was still them. It hurt, particularly when she kissed his shoulder and she felt her split lip already swelling. But then the waves hit and nothing at all else mattered. She did what he'd wanted, crying out his name with surprising force. She was surprised she had it in her.

Then she went slack beneath him and shuddered hard. Everything hurt. She didn't regret it, but it hurt. She kissed his shoulder again, then gently worked her way out from under him so she could curl into a ball. "Fucking hell. That was..." She didn't really have words.

[posterboymarine]

She curled into a ball and he shut down. He was not even sure what the hell had happened. Only that she was hurting and it was his fault.

[neverwrongagent]

She wasn't pulling away from him, just counting her bruises for a moment. And she was looking for a way to explain it to anyone but them. Saul. Maggie. She didn't even care at the moment. She rolled over until she could kiss his shoulder again. "I have to get cleaned up." And check for blood that she didn't want him finding on her. "I'll be right over there and I won't be long." She touched his cheek. "Nick?"