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 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."

[posterboymarine]

He licked his lips and nodded. "You are. Yes."

[neverwrongagent]

She shook her head. "Us." She wasn't this good with anyone else and she told him that in a low whisper. "Us."

[posterboymarine]

"Us." He licked his lips again, then sat up to kiss her. His arms went around her waist and he shifted so she could move against him.

[neverwrongagent]

She matched his pose, holding on tightly so she had the right leverage to give him the most powerful thrusts. She needed this to be as intense physically as it was emotionally. Her movements stayed slow so she could keep him right with her.

[posterboymarine]

Being right against her like this, touching her with as much of his body as he could, made the whole thing that much more intense for him. He was going to be emotionally raw by the time they were done.

[neverwrongagent]

Carrie caressed his face, drawing him into the kiss. It was necessary, needed, and she could almost feel how much of him he was handing over. "Love you. Want to be with you." She whispered the words between kisses and low whimpers.

[posterboymarine]

Only a fool would want to be with him, a fool or a damned crazy person. His own wife didn't want to be with him. She was afraid of him. His kids were afraid of him. But Carrie wasn't. She took it all and kept right on wanting him.

The only thing he knew to do with that was accept it.

[neverwrongagent]

It wasn't that he didn't scare her. It was that she wasn't bothered at all by being scared. That was just part of who she was. She was pretty scary in her own right, in her own way. She said it again, before shuddering hard. She was on the edge, dangerously on the edge.

[posterboymarine]

He nodded, kissing her deeply to try and keep her with him a little more. He just needed a little more.

[neverwrongagent]

Her breathing became oddly regular, deep pants designed to help her focus. Focusing on meeting his thrusts at just the right moment and focusing on not digging her nails into his scalp were about all she could manage. She had to nip at him with every kiss. She had to.

[posterboymarine]

The nips finished him. He cried out against her lips as he bucked under her. His arms tightened around her and he fought for breath, even as he kissed her harder.

[neverwrongagent]

She fell with him, biting him hard enough to break the skin when she did. The taste of blood made her cry out more sharply. They were going to be so battered when this was over.