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]

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.

[posterboymarine]

Everyone but the two of them would think it a mistake. They'd probably be right. However, the heart wanted what it wanted, and right now his was happy right where he was. He broke the kiss to whimper against her lips. "أنا أحبك."

{I love you.}

[neverwrongagent]

She repeated the words back, surprised at how much easier they were in Arabic. It made sense, after a fashion. She promised him again that she would always be there for him. Then she wrapped a leg around his hips so she could get more force behind their thrusts. It was the combination that was so dizzying.

[posterboymarine]

His eyes fluttered and he gave himself up to just feeling her. He ground against her, slowly ramping up both speed and pressure. These moments were ones that he found himself living for, everything else just a passing of time between moments of complete connection.

[neverwrongagent]

The closer they got to release,the louder her moans got. Only their kisses kept her from begging him to give her even more. Instead she let her nails do the talking, digging into his ass to drive him on. She knew in that moment they would have total peace. In that moment and the first few after.

[posterboymarine]

His eyes went wide at the feel of her nails, then he grinned and nodded slightly. He would take that kind of encouragement any time. He knew she was going to leave a mark. He didn't really care. All that mattered was that moment when everything was perfectly clear and completely unimportant.

That moment when it was only them.

It snuck up on him and he cried out in surprise as he strained against her.

[neverwrongagent]

His surprise excited her as much the way he forced himself deeper into her. She laughed joyously when her own release came, following his by only a moment. She very nearly broke his skin as she pulled him even harder against her. They were good and sunk.

[posterboymarine]

He continued to press against even after they were both spent. Then he collapsed like a sack of flour and laughed against her shoulder. "I'm gonna need some ice for my ass.:

[neverwrongagent]

She shifted a little so she could raise her head and look over his shoulder at the red marks on his flesh. Pressing her face against his shoulder, she groaned softly. Darker skin might have hidden the marks she made, but not his. The little red crescents nearly glowed. "I can arrange that. Sorry."

She knew exactly what the consequences of that were going to be.

[posterboymarine]

He lifted his head and locked eyes with her. "Don't you apologize, Carrie. Don't." Then he kissed her. He was as much at fault as she was, probably even more. And it was a price he was willing to pay.

[neverwrongagent]

It was the expression in his eyes that convinced her it was all right, at least as far as he was concerned. And that was his choice to make. She'd made hers already where Saul was concerned, which was the closest thing she had. She let him see her eyes when he pulled away, then she nodded slowly. "Am I allowed to say sorry you'll need to sit on a pillow for a while?"

[posterboymarine]

He smirked at that. "Yes, you are." With a low groan, he rolled them both over onto their sides, where he pulled her close against him.

[neverwrongagent]

Laughing, she reached around to pat him gently on the hip. "If you're very good, maybe I'll kiss it better." Which would only get them in more trouble, but that was clearly fine by both of them. She tucked in close against his neck. "Might do it anyway. Nice ass."

[posterboymarine]

He rolled his eyes at her. "Thanks." With his lips pressed to her forehead, he sighed softly. "Sleep, babe."

[neverwrongagent]

She wasn't quite ready for that, she was still buzzing too much,but she knew if she felt him relax that she'd follow suit, so she nodded and curled a little closer. Of all the places she could be, this was one of the safest she could imagine. "You, too."

[posterboymarine]

He snuggled in with her and sighed softly as he let himself relax. If he could fall asleep while he was still this calm, maybe he wouldn't have nightmares. Maybe everything would be okay.

That was the thought he was still holding onto as he drifted off.