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 grabbed the bottle and had a few good swigs herself before happily getting with the program. There were no panties under those pants and nothing under the borrowed shirt but her. Sitting up slightly so he could reach under while she ran her hands over his chest. The kissing was good, but she wanted to feel him.

[posterboymarine]

He ran his hands up under her... his shirt and traced along her sides. With a gentle sigh, he went with the language he could better express himself in to talk to her. "أنا أحب لمس لك. كنت تشعر مدهشة. ليس هناك شيء أكثر أريد القيام به الآن الحق في ذلك الحين لتسجيل كل سطر من جسدها."

(I love touching you. You feel amazing. There is nothing more I want to do right now then to memorize every line of her body.)

[neverwrongagent]

There was something so intimate about speaking Arabic to him while they made love. He wasn't the first man she'd done that with, but those hadn't really been making love. She sat up a little more so he could reach better without her taking off the shirt. It wasn't quite warm enough under their fort yet. "لا يوجد شيء أريد أكثر من ذلك. عقد إلى ذكرياتي لك عندما اختفت كما كنز."


(There's nothing I want more. Held onto my memories of you when you were gone like a treasure.)

[posterboymarine]

He smiled at that, then sat up to kiss her briefly. Once he was laying back down, he let his hands continue to move over her skin. "فكرت كثيرا ما كنت حين كنت بعيدا. كيف النوع الذي كان لي، كيف لطيفة وكان لديك شخص كان نوعها بالنسبة لي لأنهم أرادوا أن يكون."

(I thought of you often while I was away. How kind you were to me, how nice it was to have someone who was kind to me because they wanted to be. )

[neverwrongagent]

"شاهدت صورتك مثل كنت خطوة للخروج منه، مثل كنت تعود لي فقط لأنني أريد منك العودة كثيرا." She'd gotten lost in it more than once. "لكنني رفضت أن نصدق أننا لن تحصل مرة أخرى."

His touch brought soft moans and the littlest shivers when his fingers skirted her breasts. This was the kind of thing she'd hoped for if he came back, the chance to find peace in him.


(I watched your photo, thinking you might step right out of it, just because I wanted you to so much.

I refused to believe we wouldn't get you back.)

[posterboymarine]

"أنا كل ما كنت تأمل، الحبيب؟ يمكنني تجعلك سعيدا؟" He captured a nipple and pinched it lightly. "على الرغم من بلدي فورة، غضبي، أنت تجعلني سعيدة. لأنني أثق بك."

(Am I everything you'd hoped for, beloved? Do I make you happy?

Despite my outburst, my anger, you make me happy. Because I trust you.)

[neverwrongagent]

Her response to his pinch was half laugh and half cry of pleasure. She grabbed his wrist through the shirt to trap his hand there so he would to it again. "الحقيقة هي دائما أفضل من الرغبة." She shifted so she straddled him properly and could rock her hips against his as she smiled down at him. "أنا سعيد. كنت بيتي أيضا."

For better or worse, she did love him, he did make her happy. If she was wrong about him and he was dirty, she knew it would destroy her.


(The truth is always better than the wish.

You're my home, too.)

[posterboymarine]

He kept his hand right there and pinched her again. His other hand went to her hip and he rocked with her for a few strokes. "أنا سعيد لأنني لست خيبة الأمل. وهذا هو أكبر خوفي."

(I am glad I'm not a disappointment. That is my greatest fear.)

[neverwrongagent]

Her low moan of pleasure had to give him some indication that he was doing well by her. Still, it was interesting to hear that was his greatest fear. She would have had a long list of other things that might come first for him. "كنت لم بخيبة أمل لي. كنت قد تركت لي أبدا يريد، أو في الخروج من السرير."



(You've never disappointed me. You've never left me wanting, in or out of bed.)

[posterboymarine]

It was not a fear limited to her. It was much more general than that and he knew that, while he wasn't a disappointment to her, he was one to his family and his unit. Hell, he was probably a disappointment to his handlers, too, since he couldn't even complete the one thing they'd asked of him.

He gave his head a slight shake, then smiled up at her. "أريد أن جعل الحب لك الآن، لجعل جسمك الغناء. تريد أن الحب؟"

(I want to make love to you now, to make your body sing. Would you like that, love?)

[neverwrongagent]

Carrie let her body answer for her. She leaned down so she could kiss him, first tenderly, then more intensely. Her fingers brushed through his hair until she found herself grasping his head to keep him still. Her body sang every time he touched her. She wanted him to know that.

[posterboymarine]

He moaned into her mouth when she held him still. He wasn't going anywhere, except maybe to shift them to get clothes off. He pinched her nipple again, then his hands moved to her hips, where he went to work on getting them bare.

[neverwrongagent]

She wasn't worried about him leaving, just about him missing any part of the kiss she wanted to give him. Slim and flexible, she could stay with him while he moved them around so he could give them even more. She kind of wanted him to hurry so she could feel his hands on her breasts again.

[posterboymarine]

He got them bared as quickly as he could, he wanted his hands back on her as much as she did. The moment clothes were clear, he was touching her again, teasing both of her nipples now.

[neverwrongagent]

She couldn't stay in the kiss when he did that. Gasping loudly, she pulled back to shake her head at him. "Keep doing that and I'll explode." Which was what they both wanted, but that was hardly the point.

[posterboymarine]

He grinned up at her. "هذا هو ما أريد لك أن تفعل. أريدك أن لا تتردد." He pinched her again, then pulled her back down to him. His tongue brushed over her lips, seeking entrance.

(That is what I want you to do. I want you to feel free.)

[neverwrongagent]

That he kept himself in Arabic made her both smile and shiver. She gave him what he wanted, what they both wanted, and parted her lips for him. She also shifted her hips to rub against him more directly. "المرة الوحيدة التي لا تتردد."


(Only time I do feel free.)

[posterboymarine]

He finally grabbed her a little more firmly and held her still, then he took her the way his tongue claimed her mouth. Whimpering into her mouth, he started to move under her, very slowly at first, just a tease.

[neverwrongagent]

She shifted again so he could get deeper if he was going to go so slowly. Her hands moved down, over his chest, and she dragged her nails over him. It was her only revenge for way he made her feel. Not that revenge was the right word. The way he had her twitching, though, she wanted to get from him.

[posterboymarine]

He absolutely was going to go slow, so deep was just fine with him. Of course, he also obliged her by shivering under her. His kiss also deepened, his tongue moving against hers.

[neverwrongagent]

What they were doing on a good day was so amazingly dangerous and she wasn't sure that they were really having any good days. Every touch and moan drove them further down the rabbit hole. There would be a point that they really couldn't come back from. They'd probably reached that, of course, well before this moment.

[posterboymarine]

The moment she'd taken the room next to his while he was in debrief, so that they could spend each night making sure he slept, they'd past that point. Everything now was just padding the hole to make it comfortable. None of which would stop him now.

He finally relented and rolled them over so he was comfortably over her. It allowed him to focus more on kissing her, even as his pace increased.

[neverwrongagent]

There was something about handing herself over to what they were together that was just as intoxicating every single time she did it. They were more together, better, than she believed they could be. Something as simple as running her nails down his back shouldn't have been important, but it was.

Of course, given how high she felt,that could also be an oncoming manic moment.

[posterboymarine]

He'd been making her run at full speed for weeks now, so a manic episode wouldn't have been the least bit surprising. Well, for him it would be, but more as a matter of principle.

He groaned into the kiss at her nails, arching under them. When he got home, he and his wife were going to have to talk. Because if he had this with Carrie, there was nothing he had to compare with his wife. He couldn't, in good conscience, go back and pretend. Not anymore.

[neverwrongagent]

His reaction only made her press harder. When he arched that way, he drove into her even harder. The urge to drive them both to something externally irretrievable was strong. She wasn't thinking so much about his wife, really, but about Saul understanding that this wasn't a mistake. It had to be the right choice.