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 grinned as he watched her. Then he was holding her panties. Just to show her that two could play that game, he brought them to his face and inhaled. Then he tossed them over his shoulder.

Once she was naked and shy he stepped toward her. "I like it." He gabbed her by the waist and left her, effectively tossing her over his shoulder. "Now, where was the bedroom?"

[neverwrongagent]

"Hey!" She tried to follow the trajectory of her underpants. "I'm going to need those later." And then she was up in the air, facing the opposite direction of where he was and being asked geography questions. She tried to reach around to point, then gave up. "Couch. It opens." She wriggled. "Forget how tall you are until you pick me up."

[posterboymarine]

"You won't need them for a while." Her attempt to point made him laugh. "I'm going to have to put you down to open that, aren't I?" That was not going to happen.

"Guess we'll just use the couch."

[neverwrongagent]

It wouldn't be the first non-standard bit of furniture they'd used, but that didn't mean she stopped wriggling. Wriggling was part of the fun. "Use it for what?" She poked him in the ass. "Are you going to stand on it or something?" His head, and her ass, would hit the ceiling.

[posterboymarine]

"Should I stand on it?" He smirked, even though she couldn't see it. He sat down with her, pulling her off his shoulder and into his lap. "You're pretty sexy when you're naked."

[neverwrongagent]

She was getting cold being naked and it showed in hard nipples and goose flesh. She curled up close to him, tucking her head against his shoulder. "I wouldn't. It's been through two generations. Maybe three." She shrugged. "I'm skinny when I'm naked, but I'm glad you like it."

[posterboymarine]

He rubbed her arm, then pinched a nipple. "I do like it. I like you. You know that."

While he hugged her with one hand, he unbuckled his pants with the other. "Do you need a blanket?"

[neverwrongagent]

She yelped and jumped, which helped him some in getting at his pants. It was all so amazingly normal. "I have a Marine, why would I need a blanket?" She touched his cheek and drew him into a kiss. "Naked Marine would be better. Warmer."

[posterboymarine]

"But then I'd have to let you go." He got his pants open and pushed down some. "Unless you're going to help me."

[neverwrongagent]

She shifted in his arms, getting astride him, and immediately got to work undressing him. She had wanted to help him before and now she was beyond eager. It always surprised her how quickly they could go from near complete rest to his. "You know me, always ready to lend a hand."

[posterboymarine]

That got a laugh. "Is that what you call it?" He let her work, helping get him undressed. Once he was bare, he ran his hands over her sides. "Better?"

[neverwrongagent]

She pressed hard against him, her arms around his middle. It was better, as far as warmth went, for the front part of her. In general, though, it was marvelous and she shivered happily. "Going to keep you this way as much as I can."

[posterboymarine]

"Gonna have to get dressed to unpack the car." He just assumed he would be the one doing that, given that he tossed her panties somewhere.

He shifted her on his lap and rocked under her. "You are incorrigible."

[neverwrongagent]

"Just shoes. There's no one around for miles." Particularly in the middle of the week. She laughed. "That's me, always leading you astray." She nipped at his jaw and took her own turn finding one of his nipples.

[posterboymarine]

"Always. From the first moment we met." He buckled under her touch, his eyes fluttering slightly. His fingers moved up and into her hair, pulling her in for a kiss.

[neverwrongagent]

Her hands moved over him easily as they kissed, exploring and teasing. They were alone, safe, and all she wanted to do was touch him. She wanted to feel him do that little jump again. And maybe she could get him to scream her name.

[posterboymarine]

If she kept doing what she was doing, she'd get all her wishes. He left her to do the touching while he settled into the kissing. That was what he wanted to do most and got to do least. They were always rushing on to something else, something more needy or important.

He wasn't going to let that happen this time. He wanted the very slow build and was willing to fight for it.

[neverwrongagent]

She pushed for a moment, but easily settled into what he wanted. So long as he let her touch, she was happy. She ran her fingers through his hair, caressed his sides and his chest, and then went back to his hair. She rocked against him slowly, unable to sit fully still while they kissed.

[posterboymarine]

Sitting still was not required. Just the kissing and touching. That she so willingly played along made him smile against her lips. His hands brushed down her ribs before settling on her hips. Not that they stayed there long, just enough to shift her a little. Then he got hold of her ass and squeezed a little.

[neverwrongagent]

She arched back into his hands, pressing herself against his chest at the same time. Breaking out of the kiss, she laughed roughly. "Do that again. Keep me close." She went back to kissing him, starting to nip and tease with her tongue. It wasn't about moving on, just about intensifying what they were doing.

[posterboymarine]

That was a direction he could follow. He pulled her close by the grip he had on her, groaning into her mouth. There was a difference between trying to move the action on and just getting more into it was clear enough with her and he was happy to oblige.

[neverwrongagent]

She hadn't made out like a teenager since she was a teenager. Even then she tended to cut to the chase. This was something else entirely. It felt like she was building up a reserve of something in her system. Every touch, every kiss, was like a shot of brain centering drug. She wondered what Maggie would say to that. Nothing good.

[posterboymarine]

Brody groaned against her lips. She was definitely going to kill him. While they kissed, he kneaded at her ass, memorizing it and using it as a lever at the same time.

[neverwrongagent]

The only thing that bothered her about how they were was that she couldn't reciprocate. She liked his ass. So, instead, she made a project of abusing his chest and belly, wanting him to squirm and moan. It was important to get the reactions.

[posterboymarine]

Her abuse got exactly what she wanted and he shuddered hard more than once. The moaning was lost in the kissing, but the rest of his body's responses were hard to miss.