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 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?"

[posterboymarine]

He nodded. But that was the best he could come up with. If she needed time to survey her wounds, he needed time to put his head back together. There was a definite disconnect in progress and he wasn't going to be able to sort it out with her touching him.

[neverwrongagent]

Acknowledging that he'd heard her was enough. Carrie went into the bathroom and got herself cleaned up. There wasn't any blood between her legs, which she was grateful for, but she was going to bruise up spectacularly. Scarves and long sleeves were going to be the order of the day for a while. She put on a robe to cover her wrists and any bruising on her thighs until he was ready to look and headed back to him.

As she stepped into the bedroom, there was a loud bang downstairs, the sound of her front door slamming open. Then came the footfalls on her stairs. In front was thankfully not Saul, but it was still bad enough. Carrie stepped into her bedroom doorway, blocking Virgil and two other men from entering. "Virgil, what the FUCK do you think you're doing?"

[posterboymarine]

Brody was basically catatonic, right until the sound of the door. Then he was scrabbling. They were coming for him, whoever they happened to be this time around. And he had to get away.

His training kicked in and he was surveying exits as he hit the floor on the other side of the bed. He pulled open the nightstand drawer and hit the jackpot. A small automatic lay in a holster. He pulled it out without thinking, then growled when he hit the trigger lock.

Of course, he couldn't shoot anyone. But he could still throw it, if he had to.

[neverwrongagent]

"What am I doing? Are you kidding? He was beat--" And about that point, Virgil realized that Brody was naked still, Carrie was not and was up and moving around on her own even though she looked like hell, and that Brody had a gun. That was about the same moment that Carrie realized Brody had a gun.

She made sure she was blocking the door completely, her slender frame the only thing between her colleagues and the man they thought was attacking her. Her lover. "Jesus, Virgil, your sex life must be pretty boring if you can't tell the difference between a little rough and assault."

[posterboymarine]

Familiarity did nothing to assuage Brody's extreme discomfort, especially coming on top of what he and Carrie had just done, or what the guy in the doorway had just said. So the gun, despite being useless as a firearm, remained pointed into the fray.

He was a scout-sniper. He wasn't worried about missing his target, even in his extreme state. He was, however, starting to get really pissed off.

[neverwrongagent]

"Carrie, you can't expect us to just--"

"What? Do your jobs and get the hell out of here?" She pushed at Virgil's chest. "I do. Get out. And if my door is broken, I'm sending YOU a bill." Or Saul, which would also be fitting."

Virgil didn't look happy about it, but then there was very little he ever did look happy about. He muttered things about there being questions and paperwork, but he pushed the other man out of the way on his way back down the stairs. The other guy had the good sense not to even try to look into Carrie's bedroom before leaving.

She swore forcefully, then turned to face the naked, agitated and best of all, armed, Marine in her bedroom. "Wouldn't have done any good. Virgil's head's too hard." She glanced at the locked gun in his hands. "I've bounced harder things off it before."

[posterboymarine]

Brody growled again as he fully registered that the gun was not going to fire. He was tempted to throw it anyway, but he had a healthy respect for firearms and he managed to reholster it without completely losing his shit.

That came in the next moment. "What the fuck was that, Carrie? Are they camped out in the fucking basement? Sitting in the backyard, just waiting to drag me away?" He looked around the bedroom with a glare.

"Are they watching you or me? Am I being spied on, Carrie? Are those bunch of assholes still fucking with me?"

[neverwrongagent]

Carrie sank down on her bed with a grunt of pain and frustration. She completely forgave Brody for his outburst, he had it coming. She was going to be flipping out on her own time later. Still, she looked at him with a touch of surprise. "They're watching you. They're watching me. They're listening to us. Did you think they were going to put you out there as an asset and not watch?"

Her voice softened. "Do you think I'd put you out there, in danger, and not make sure we had back up?" She grimaced. "Just because they are singularly useless..."

[posterboymarine]

He was not so easily placated and he needed a way to vent it. Since this wasn't his house, he wasn't about to abuse the walls. So he had nothing left but to go stomping off into the bathroom and slamming the door.

He stared at himself in the mirror for a moment and, scared of the face glaring back at him, did the only thing he could do. He cranked up the shower and climbed in. It was a completely irrational response, but it came back to when he was left rotting in his own stink in that hole in the dessert. He needed to try and get clean, to clear his head.

[neverwrongagent]

She was going to need all her doors repaired before this was over. She was also going to need six or seven drinks. And some sleep, but that was just wishful thinking. When she heard the water going, she sagged a little. He was probably cleaning up to go home. She looked down at her wrists where the bruises were starting to blossom.

If things had gone right, she would have run a bath and taken them both into it, maybe with some jazz playing, and talked through everything they'd done and what it meant. She would have reassured him she was okay,that she'd wanted it too. With a groan, she decided that was exactly what she was going to try and have. No one would be able to hear them in the bathroom.

She knocked once on the bathroom door before slipping inside and closing the door behind her. "Nick? I--" She stopped, knowing how the words that were on the tip of her tongue sounded. "I need you. Can I come in?"