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 laughed roughly. "Am touching you. Haven't stopped since I met you, feels like." And she'd been watching him. And, now that she admitted it, loving him. "Not going to stop." She laughed again. "Not until we both collapse, at least."

[posterboymarine]

He shook his head. "Don't stop then, either." He dragged her down into a kiss, trying to make himself hold on a little bit longer.

[neverwrongagent]

The kiss was more than she could take. Suddenly her movements over him became rushed and harsh, her hips slamming into his with force. Her nails closed on his chest like claws, leaving deep red marks, and she shuddered hard. A moment later, she exploded, the force of her climax taking her by surprise even though she knew it was coming.

If he needed something specific from her, it was going to have to wait until she caught her breath even though she was still slamming into him.

[posterboymarine]

The only thing he needed from her what exactly what she gave him. He rocked into her as she came, his own release so close on the heels to hers that he couldn't tell where one began and the other ended.

[neverwrongagent]

Calling sex a joining didn't come close to explaining what she felt as they exploded together. It shouldn't feel this good. It shouldn't be anywhere near as good. When she finally sagged against him, she couldn't stop shaking. "Okay. Done now."

[posterboymarine]

He tightened his arms around her, holding on to her as he shook. He couldn't shake, as much as he wanted to. He was too overwhelmed. "Just don't let go."

[neverwrongagent]

"Never." She worked her arms awkwardly around his neck and held on as tightly as she could, which helped the shaking some. "Never. Promise."

She'd promised him some insane and illogical things. This had to be the worst.

[posterboymarine]

He dragged her onto her side, taking her with him as he rolled. It made it easier to hold onto her, more comfortable. He buried his face against her shoulder and whimpered roughly. He wanted to cry, to just sob, and he knew he was safe enough with her to do. But he was too tightly wound to let go of that last little shred of his control.

It took almost 2 whole minutes before that control finally let go. Once that first sob against her neck let loose, he was truly finished.

[neverwrongagent]

She wasn't expecting the tears, but when they came, they didn't entirely surprise her. There was a tension to his body that shouldn't be there after such mind blowing sex. She'd almost dozed off, convinced he wasn't going to share whatever it was with her when the crying started. Her hand came up to pet his hair and she shifted a little closer as if her tiny frame could protect him. Without knowing exactly what part of the special hell they were in he was reacting to, all she could do was hold him and do what she'd promised--be there.

[posterboymarine]

If she'd asked him, he wouldn't have been able to tell her that anything was wrong. It was more like a profound sense of relief, that after everything, she was still right there, right with him.

When he could finally speak again, he whispered his love and gratitude in her ear. And he asked her to promise him, again, that she wasn't going to let go.

[neverwrongagent]

She was more than willing to promise him that. There wasn't any way to keep the promise, but she was going to do it. She'd failed him once and she wasn't going to do it again. Right now all she could do was pet him and repeat herself. Time would tell how well she did.

[posterboymarine]

He let that petting lull him into a light doze. But his arms stayed tight around her. Part of making her promise she wouldn't let go meant that he couldn't let go either. Still, he was finally really relaxed, despite of, or maybe because of, the crying.

[neverwrongagent]

Feeling him relax, she let herself drift off as well. They needed the sleep and this was probably one of the few nights they'd get any for a while. Her real hope was that he wouldn't have the nightmares she knew he had often.

[posterboymarine]

When he felt her dozing he stopped fighting the urge to really sleep. For the first time in a while, he wasn't worried about someone coming in and grabbing him, or waking up and finding himself alone. He wasn't even worried about the cabin burning down, given that the fire was still going.

Tucked in tightly against her, he really slept for the rest time in a long time, with no dreams.

[neverwrongagent]

Almost like the parent of a young child, Carrie slept when Brody slept. She curled up close to him, legs tangled with his, and slept as peacefully as she ever did. Carrie got nightmares, too, but she was more likely to just wake and have her mind racing. When she finally woke it was because her stomach and the cooling room suggested action.

That was so normal that it confused her.

[posterboymarine]

He didn't wake up immediately, instead he took his time rising to wakefulness. He reached for her, pulled her close, and finally opened his eyes.

"Hey, you."

[neverwrongagent]

She laughed softly and kissed him on his nose. "Hey, sleepy head." She couldn't help smiling at how calm and content she felt. As much as she knew there were things to do, like eat, she stayed tucked close against him. "Now that's something we should do more often."

[posterboymarine]

He nodded, even without specifying exactly what she was talking about. He kissed her hair and sighed. "It's cold. Fire must be out." Not that he made any move to deal with it. Instead, he pulled her closer and burrowed under the covers more.

[neverwrongagent]

Laughing again, Carrie went with it, pulling the covers all the way over both their heads like they were little kids hiding from the world. She wormed her cold hands down to his ass to steal some of his heat. "We'll get it in a minute."

[posterboymarine]

He yelped and bucked against her. "Damn, woman. Your hands are cold." So he returned the favor and put his hand on her neck. It was not much warmer than hers was.

[neverwrongagent]

"Fuck!" She twisted in his arms, trying to get away from his hands. "Not fair. You're always warmer than me." Which had to do with being twice her size. She did move her hands off his ass, but only to put them on his hips and pull him closer.

[posterboymarine]

He smiled, kissing her shoulder. "That'll teach you, won't it." He pressed against her with a low groan. "You feel good."

[neverwrongagent]

She kissed whatever was closest, earlobe or shoulder, and nodded. "Feels so good. Fells right." And that was what she couldn't get out of her head. Despite everything, being with him felt right.

[posterboymarine]

He just nodded. He'd had time to sleep, so his walls were somewhat rebuilt. Not much, but enough that he couldn't just say it. He was going to have to work back up to being able to voice what he was feeling.

[neverwrongagent]

She kissed him gently, then tucked herself back against him. After a little while, she sighed softly. "We need food, babe. And fire." And talk, but that would come way later. After both those things.