We all fall down

[neverwrongagent]

Carrie would remember the next few days as some of the best of her life. She was living with a man she was more comfortable with than she could have imagined, working together for a common goal. Even the visit with his kids went well. She gave him most of Saturday with just them, showing up at dinner time with pizza and cookies. They played board games and chased around her little house until it was time for him to take them back. Then it all went to hell.

They finally found evidence that Walker had met someone on one of his random seeming runs around the District. Before they could act on it, a series of small bombs took out three Metro buses as they approached the city center. A half dozen people were killed, twice that were injured. Had it been one bomb, it would have been bad enough, but three in a concert was particularly frightening for the city. It also put CIA on high alert. The work they'd been doing before was nothing compared to the sudden anger and frustration everyone showed. Plenty of people looked at Brody, and Carrie, as though they'd done something wrong. Brody should have come forward sooner. Carrie shouldn't have trusted him so much. Maybe if they'd come up for air this wouldn't have happened.

Carrie though all that and more, although she never really blamed Brody. At least, not any more than she blamed any of them for missing it. They'd messed up, not gotten to the answer fast enough. For her, everything else fell away. The work was everything and she spent as many hours as she was allowed at work. She had to be shoehorned out of the building to go home and rest, but when she was there she didn't sleep. She only ate when someone put food in front of her. This was the Carrie Brody had never seen, that her family worried about, that Carrie held on a tight leash.

She paced her dining platform, looking at the notes and schedules she had posted to her wall, sure she was still missing something crucial. She had music playing, the kind of jazz that normally settled her, but it wasn't doing shit and she could feel her skin start to crawl, but she had to work, had to figure out where they'd gone wrong.

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[posterboymarine]

"This is warming up." He urged her legs apart and started to lap at her, working slowly to build her up.

[neverwrongagent]

She made a softly affirmative noise, as though she understood, then she got lost in the sensation. He was good at it and he knew her body. Moaning loudly, she arched toward him. "Getting warm." She shifted slightly, wordlessly begging him for more.

[posterboymarine]

He added a pair of fingers to what he was doing with his mouth. She was more articulate and acknowledging of him now that the maps and clothes were gone. He was going to have to remember this.

[neverwrongagent]

She told him how good it felt to have him touch her, how much she wanted more. Then she started telling him what she was going to do to him when he was done. It wasn't that coherent, but it was creative. It also might not be strictly physically possible in the order she suggested. The closer she got, the more scattered her suggestion were.

[posterboymarine]

He laughed against her, letting her feel his pleasure with her. Then he started to push her actively toward her release.

[neverwrongagent]

It wasn't much longer before she practically leapt over the edge. She screamed his name, pounding on the bed to punctuate her pleasure. Normally after a release that strong, she would collapse in a heap. This time before the waves of pleasure had faded, she was grabbing for him.

[posterboymarine]

He went to her in a rush, his lips mashing against hers as dragged them both fulling up onto the bed. She hyperactive state was a little contagious and he was as ready to be inside her as she was to have him there.

[neverwrongagent]

Her hands went everywhere, pinching and scratching at him. Having him above her was more than she could stand, so she pushed at him so she could get on top of him. She straddled him, rubbing against him until she moaned. She had the angle to take him, but she needed to tease him until he forced the issue. She needed that solid control from him.

[posterboymarine]

Once she was on top of him, his hands started roaming. He inched her nipples, brushed fingers against her clit, pulled her down into a rough kiss. When she kept teasing him, he growled against her lips and grabbed her hips. He pulled her down and thrust at the same time, nipping her as he took her.

If she wanted him in control, he would do that for her.

[neverwrongagent]

That was exactly what she wanted, what she needed. His power, his certainty, when her brain was a morass of doubt and unsettled patterns. He would give her more pleasure and, more importantly, more endorphins. It was like magic. She rode him in slow, hard movements that made her grunt. He was almost hurting her, but that was fine, too.

[posterboymarine]

He released her from the kiss and let her sit up, feeling her move against him. He gave a rough shudder under her. "Fuck. You feel so good." He clung to her hips, limiting her range of motion enough that he was always deep inside her.

[neverwrongagent]

She was just fine with how they moved, adding a twist of her hips so she could get more friction without lengthening her strokes. Her nails dug into his belly when she was hardest against him. "So good. So perfect." Which would be a problem if she were thinking straight because nothing was perfect. At the moment, though, being with him was everything she needed.

[posterboymarine]

He smiled up at her and nodded. "Yes. Fuck. Perfect." He was enjoying this more than he wanted to admit. It was almost like taking advantage of her. Almost.

He released one of her hips so that he could tease at her clit again. He wanted her writhing over him, begging him.

[neverwrongagent]

Carrie's head fell back when she felt his fingers. She was grateful for the grip he still had or she might have fallen over when the extra flash of sensation hit her. Everything was still sensitive from her first climax, on top of the way her body was singing in general.

She wasn't even aware when she started pleading with him, begging him to give her all of his cock, all of his power, and to fall with her.

[posterboymarine]

His grin broadened when she started begging. That was what he was after. He ground up into her, pushing for his own release. When he found it, he pressed hard against her, busking under her as he emptied.

[neverwrongagent]

Somehow she managed to hold off until he was almost done. She got to enjoy every jerk and twitch of his release. Then she was gone, flying high on her own. She was going to be bruised and exhausted, which was what she needed.

Sinking down onto him, she whimpered weakly. "Good run. Very good run."

[posterboymarine]

He chuckled softly as he drew her tightly against his chest. He kissed her hair and snuggled in with her. "Close your eyes, baby. Then we'll go for our real run."

[neverwrongagent]

She had no real intention of going on a run. Not now that her brain was more focused thanks to him tossing her on a bed and having his way with her. After a little rest, she would be able to go back to work fresh.

Or so she let herself think as she drifted off into a restless sleep.

[posterboymarine]

He watched her drift off and sighed softly. He was going to have to do this often if she was going to be this way. He would have to keep an eye on her.

[neverwrongagent]

She made it through one solid sleep cycle, which was surprisingly good for her in that state. It wasn't a full on manic episode where she couldn't come back from, but she was still on edge because there was a problem left to solve. She slid out of bed, leaving him behind with a tender kiss. Then she went downstairs to work again.

She pulled on clothes she could run in, if he were serious, but her focus was completely on the work.

[posterboymarine]

He laid in bed a little while, then got up. He dressed in his running gear, then went down to help her. He put on coffee, then sat at the table abd looked at his maps.

[neverwrongagent]

After a while, Carrie started explaining what she'd seen before he came down. She still sounded excited, but the need to roam the room or touch everything had faded. When she did feel like she was starting to disconnect again, she touched his arm.

It was frightening how well that worked.

[posterboymarine]

In between comments from her, he worked on his maps. But when he felt her touch, he focused on her. Now he started watching her to make sure she didn't need the distracting.

[neverwrongagent]

Finally they had enough to take in the next day and present, there were still missing pieces, but not the dark voids she'd seen before. Now they were just questions to be answered. Solid questions. She kissed him lightly, then went to stand by her sliding door, looking out onto the patio.

"It gets worse."

[posterboymarine]

He went to stand behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and kissing her hair. "Do you want to talk about it? "