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 tucked her face against his neck, breathing deeply to keep herself from freaking out. Not that she was upset by it, she wasn't at all. For so long her one real responsibility was her work. Now he was a part of it all. "I'm trying."

[posterboymarine]

"You're doing an amazing job." He whispered in her ear, then he started telling her all the ways she was doing it, how she was making him feel like a normal human being.

[neverwrongagent]

Carrie was awed at what he told her, more because of how much of it she could have repeated to him if she'd been willing to admit how not normal she felt on most days. And the things he mentioned weren't things that were any big deal. They were just being there for him.

[posterboymarine]

Once he'd repeated himself twice, he fell quiet and started kissing her. He'd gone from frantic to tender in talking to her, drawing out the contact even as he became more excited.

[neverwrongagent]

Carrie pushed his shirt up more, then slowly pulled away from him so she could slide down his body. Now it was her turn to talk as she kissed his chest and belly. "Work so hard, trying to see a picture as big as the whole world." She shook her head. "With you I see just us. Just now." She exhaled against his skin. "Need that."

[posterboymarine]

He chuckled roughly as he arched a little. "That's good, to rest sometimes. Not that being with me is always restful."

[neverwrongagent]

She shrugged. "In the end it is. Nothing's easy all the time, but we get it right pretty often." She grinned against the skin on his hip. She'd pushed at his pants so she could nip at him. "We want to get it right."

[posterboymarine]

He bucked slightly as he looked down at her. "That's not all you want, is it, babe?"

[neverwrongagent]

She laughed brightly, looking up at him with a huge grin as she shifted to rub her breasts against his groin. "I can't think what you mean. I'm just sitting here, talking to you." She leaned back down and nipped at his navel."

[posterboymarine]

He groaned as she teased him. "Yeah. Talking. I hear that. Evil woman.""

[neverwrongagent]

She sat up and watched him for a long moment, breasts still pressed into him and one finger tracing where she'd bitten. "Just because I mean talking about how I'm imagining what your cock will look like when I open your pants, wondering how hard you'll be, how ready you'll be? That's not evil." She cocked her head. "Is it?"

[posterboymarine]

His eyes fluttered and he whimpered, his cock twitching against his fly. "No. Not evil. Just cruel." He clearly wasn't serious and he bucked against her again.

[neverwrongagent]

She shifted again so she could reach him with one hand, slowly caressing the evidence of his true reaction. "It's cruel to tell you that I can't wait to taste you? To run my tongue slowly over you so I can taste all of you?" She smirked. "I think that's down right sweet. And caring."

[posterboymarine]

"Sweet. Yes." He bucked again, then pressed his head back against the ground and arched fully under her. "Very sweet."

[neverwrongagent]

Watching him react only made her want to see him react even more strongly. She got his pants open, quickly working to get him free of his pants. She didn't hesitate to taste him exactly the way she described. Her tongue moved over the head of his cock slowly.

[posterboymarine]

He exhaled slowly as her tongue moved over him. Not a lick of this was fair and it was a wonder they even made it out of the cabin. They apparently couldn't actually keep their hands off each other, or their clothes on.

[neverwrongagent]

She shifted slightly so she could get a better angle, one where she could do more than just use her tongue, and she set herself the goal of making him beg. It didn't matter to her if he begged for more or for her to stop and fuck him or even to stop so he could catch his breath. She wanted to hear that need.

[posterboymarine]

He tried to hold back, to be quiet and tease her. But it was a losing proposition and he was moaning loudly after only a few moments. It was such an emotional roller coaster.

[neverwrongagent]

Hearing him give in only made her press harder. She was determined to have that begging, the desperation. She couldn't be sure exactly where she stood with him between work and his marriage and how he might feel about her work, but she could do this, she could connect with him like this with absolute certainty. She knew it wasn't true, that the other times they connected were as if not more important, but she also knew she needed the reminder.

[posterboymarine]

It didn't take long before she actually got the begging she was after. His plea was very specific. He needed to her fuck him, to claim him fully as her own, as much as he needed to breathe in that moment.

[neverwrongagent]

She kept her mouth on him while she shucked her pants, which took a remarkable amount of concentration, particularly given her reaction to his words. That wasn't exactly what she'd been expecting him to say. She got back up on him, straddling his hips, but before she sank onto him, she touched his face and made him look at her. "Mine? Before anything else?"

[posterboymarine]

Being male and foolish at the inherently unconscious level, he nodded. "Yes." Later, he would have to accept that those were the kinds of promises neither of them could make. But that wasn't stopping him now, when there was much less thinking, and much more feeling, going on.

[neverwrongagent]

She edited his response to immediately exclude his kids, but in the mood she was in, that was the best she could do. His wife might have well have popped right out of existence right then. With a whimper, she sank down onto him, taking him all the way in on that first, hard thrust. Hard enough that it hurt a little, even as she clutched at him to pull him deeper. "Good. Good."

[posterboymarine]

He fought to keep his eyes open as she took him, moaning her name as he clung to her hips. He wasn't going to move. That was part of the claiming. It had to be her.

[neverwrongagent]

After the incredibly long moment it took her to catch her breath, Carrie moved slowly, savoring the sensation of him moving inside her. She might be the active participant, but he was claiming her as much as anything else going on. He had a hold of her in a way she didn't understand. "The best."