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]

He chuckled. "As long as both people want to do it, anyway." He nipped at her shoulder, then held her still a moment so he could just enjoy her heat.

[neverwrongagent]

As long as he held her that way, keeping her hips still, she had to retaliate. So she kissed him firmly and shuddered at the intensity of it. Finally she broke free. "I want to do it." She had to laugh at how that sounded, but she meant it.

[posterboymarine]

"Like right now?" He grinned, clearly being a cheeky bastard. "Cause we could wait, if you wanted."

[neverwrongagent]

She did the only logical thing, she bit him hard on the shoulder. Then she squirmed as hard as she could, positively grinding into him. "Hey, it's up to you. I'm good with whatever." Silently, her brain screamed at her. LIAR!

[posterboymarine]

He yelped and bucked under her. "Yeah. You're good with whatever. Well, I'm good with some sex, baby. Something slow. And hard."

[neverwrongagent]

Carrie burst out laughing, happy in her victory. "Just some sex? I'm sure I can manage that." She touched his face gently, then closed her eyes and moved against him, offering herself.

[posterboymarine]

He got hold of her hips and held her as he rocked up and filled her. He shuddered hard under her, then pulled her into a long, deep kiss.

[neverwrongagent]

It took everything to keep from screaming when he pushed into her. She was more than ready for him physically, but she didn't think she would ever really get used to how it felt. She stayed in the kiss as long as she could, then dropped her head to his shoulder and whimpered.

[posterboymarine]

He kissed the side of her head as he started to move her over him. He started to whisper in her ear exactly how good she felt, how good they felt together.

[neverwrongagent]

She whimpered roughly and silenced him with a kiss, overwhelmed with emotion. They'd been on such a roller coaster that she didn't know what to make of any of it. Of course, the most obvious answer escaped her--just enjoy. Then her body took over again, letting her move slowly enough to draw out the sensation of him filling her and leaving her. "Fuck. Okay, yeah, all that. All of it."

[posterboymarine]

If he'd known she was overthinking it, he'd have told her as much. Instead, he accepted the kiss with a whimper of his own. He rolled his hips under her as she moved, enjoying ever moment of the contact.

[neverwrongagent]

She sat up a little, pressing her hips harder against his with the change in angle. Every thrust made her gasp, half the breathy noises were his name. It wasn't long before the other half were pleas for his hands on her.

[posterboymarine]

He moved his hands to her hips, then up to her breasts. He cupped them both, massaging as they moved together. He couldn't help his own moans as they rocked, her name coming out every few moments.

[neverwrongagent]

She ran her hands up and down his arms, nails scratching lightly. She loved the way she left marks on him. He had so many and all of them were signs of damage. The ones she left were signs of joy. She grabbed his hand and brought it to her lips, sucking lightly on one of his fingers.

[posterboymarine]

He whimpered loudly at the sucking of his finger. She could so easily undo him with the simplest of gestures, leaving him breathing hard and wanting more than anything to make her happy.

[neverwrongagent]

That reaction turned her insides to liquid. She switched fingers, running her tongue all over his finger just like it was his cock. It occurred to her that was something she didn't do nearly enough and she put it on her to do list. If it was going to leave him like that, she was going to put it on the top of her to do.

She was flushed all over, moving with slow sensuality over him, and she couldn't keep from grinning like a fool.

[posterboymarine]

She had the ability to turn him into a puddle on their roughest days. On a day like this, when they'd been through so much already, he was basically finished. He cried out and bucked hard under her when her teeth hit his knuckle.

"Jesus, Carrie. You are trying to kill me."

[neverwrongagent]

She brought his hand to her cheek, rubbing against it. "Never." She nipped at his thumb, then his palm, before putting his hand back on her breast. She pressed down hard, encouraging him to follow suit. "Need this too much. Love this too much."

[posterboymarine]

He squeezed her breast firmly, his other hand rubbing over her belly. Then his fingers found her clit and he started to tease. She'd been teasing him, it only seemed fair.

[neverwrongagent]

His tease made her clamp down around him and grind against his hand. That drove him deeper into her, almost painfully. She wasn't going to last much longer and she told him so explicitly, warning him how tightly she would hold him when she came, how loud she was going to be.

[posterboymarine]

Since not a bit of that sounded like a bad thing, he just chuckled roughly and nodded, before pressing harder against her. The more he got from her, the more he'd give her, he'd have no choice.

[neverwrongagent]

It was almost a challenge and she took it without hesitation. Grinding against him, she told him with gasps and shudders just how close she was until she shook with her release. She stayed pressed hard against him, closed tight around him, until the strongest pulses were done. Then she found her breath again to tell him how good it was, how much she loved it.

[posterboymarine]

When she climaxed, he went still, feeling every moment of it. Even as she told him what she was feeling, he added his own words, his own feelings. And when she finally settled, he started to move again.

[neverwrongagent]

Her tremors didn't fully stop because of his movements. She wanted to give him what he'd just given her. Not only the physical, but the sense of freedom that came with it. "Come on, baby, let go. Please, let me feel it."

[posterboymarine]

He didn't need her words to let go, but they went a long way toward speeding the process. He clung to her hips for only a few more moments before his whole body convulsed under her. He moaned her name and held her hips hard enough to leave fingerprint sized bruises. And he moved until he was past the point of being empty.