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]

The man simply didn't, ever, fight fair where sex was concerned. He already knew her way too well. Shifting to hold her balance while he abused her, Carrie moaned his name. The ember that had glowed since their last dances flared into a full flame, making her stop rocking against him immediately.

[posterboymarine]

His hands tightened a little on her, to keep her from injuring one of them, then set out to drive her crazy. There was no really pattern to how he touched her, initially, wanting to leave her guessing.

[neverwrongagent]

She gave up trying to anticipate him, which was enough in itself to drive her insane,and clung to the wall in front of her as her. Once she surrendered, though, the pleasure increased dramatically. She whimpered at the intensity.

[posterboymarine]

Feeling her stop resisting him made him smile against her flesh. Then he went to work in earnest, tasting all of her. While his tongue and lips worked at her core, he brushed his fingertip over the tight muscle of her sphincter. No reason not to see how much she would take from him when she was getting exactly what she wanted.

[neverwrongagent]

Carrie didn't usually go for complicated games in her sex, no fancy roleplay or extreme toys, but beyond that she was open to just about anything. She rocked back to get more of his finger, sighing in disappointment when it was gone. But that movement gave him better access with his tongue and she gasped in pleasure.

[posterboymarine]

He noted her chasing his finger and decided to see if she would do it again. This time, he held his finger there, massaging as he thrust his tongue inside her.

[neverwrongagent]

She rubbed back against him, twitching with pleasure. She glanced down at him, but she couldn't see much more than a flash of red between her legs. "Tease." He wasn't really, but that's what it felt like. Like he was trying to get a rise out of her. "Love it." She groaned. "Love you."

[posterboymarine]

He was trying to get a rise out of her and it was working. He wanted her begging him for something, anything. He continued to massage the muscle, loosening it so that he could try and overwhelm her.

[neverwrongagent]

In the way it always did, her body opened to him. She started rocking back in favor of his finger, wanting it in inside her to heighten the sensations. "Come on, baby, please? If you're going to do it, do it." She shuddered. "Need you."

[posterboymarine]

His smile broadened as he thrust his finger inside her. Now that he had her filled, he growled against her skin. His tongue and lips moved more firmly against her as he held his finger still so she could rock against it.

[neverwrongagent]

For a moment all she could do was swear. Then she found a rhythm for herself that drove her against both points of contact. When she found that perfect pace, she started swearing again, but now it was to a purpose, begging him to stay with her, begging him to push her over the edge, promising him any usage of her body that he might want after that. She wasn't necessarily sure what she even offered, just that she meant every word.

[posterboymarine]

He broke away from her long enough to look up her body and wink at her. "What do you need to come, baby?" Then he returned to his fun, now rocking his tongue and finger in tandem while he waited for her answer.

[neverwrongagent]

It took her a moment to get herself on track enough to answer. Everything felt so good, how could she point to one thing she needed? In the end she picked mostly at random. "Tongue. Harder. Teeth." Anything to intensify any one of the sensations.

[posterboymarine]

He could do that. Shifting just a little under her, he pushed his finger deeper as he sucked at her. Once he had skin between his lips, he applied the lightest bit of pressure from his teeth. He also growled loudly against her.

[neverwrongagent]

The growl was what threw her over the cliff. She banged a fist against the wall, glad they were at the cabin and not some motel room where they could be heard. Or, for that matter, some room being bugged by her boss. Then she was done, her body going stiff as the pleasure took over.

[posterboymarine]

Because he was a bastard, he kept going against her as she came, pushing her as far as he could. Now he wanted her to beg him to stop.

[neverwrongagent]

It probably took longer for her to reach the point he wanted than he might have expected. She rode him until her body gave out and she had to sag against the wall. "Fuck, please." She shivered. "Do what you want,but do it while I'm flat. Can't--"

[posterboymarine]

He finally let up on her, extracting himself and helping her lay down. "Yup, still taste good." Then he was kissing her, sharing what she'd shared with him.

[neverwrongagent]

She was too weak to much more than wrap her arms around his neck and kiss him back. She flicked her tongue over his lips, smiling at the taste. It was different from how she tasted at the club, richer and deeper. The difference between building excitement and complete satisfaction.

"I'm yours now. Do whatever you want."

[posterboymarine]

He chuckled against her lips, then settled down next to her. "What I want is for you to recover." He moved to her ear and rumbled softly, "because I want to be behind you again. And you need to be up for that."

[neverwrongagent]

She shook her head. "Never going to recover from you." And she didn't want to. She wanted to feel this good all the time. The rumble did make her laugh thought. "Behind me? I liked that. I'm good with that." She frowned. "I'm babbling."

[posterboymarine]

"You aren't babbling." He kissed his way along her neck, then settled with his head on her shoulder and his arm around her. "You just let me know when you can hold yourself up."

[neverwrongagent]

"I am, just not out loud." She was going a mile a minute in her brain. Softly kissing his brow, she groaned. "You do things to me. Good things. Very good." She shook her head. "I'm not sure you're going to get me holding myself up. Pillows. We could use pillows."

[posterboymarine]

"Pillows would work." He didn't move yet, though. "What are you thinking about?"

[neverwrongagent]

"Thinking?" She looked at him, then looked at the fire. "Thinking about you. About me. About how good this feels." She laughed softly. "About how good it's going to feel. About how to feel this way more." Like if he left his wife and she told Saul to stuff it. "About how big you are and if I can take it when I'm flying like this."

"See, babbling." Her words weren't coming out in a rush, though, just a steady stream of thought.