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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[neverwrongagent]

Carrie came over and knelt in front of him, her hands on his knees. "And you'll pass the test because you aren't going in there alone, not really." She swallowed hard at how true that was, even if he didn't feel it in the moment. "We'll get through this."

[posterboymarine]

He looked down at her and nodded slightly. He didn't believe it yet, but he trusted her. With a very low whimper he touched her hair.

"Do you have a little time? "

[neverwrongagent]

She shifted up so she could kiss his hand, then back down to put her head on his knee. "That's why I'm here. Anyone can pick up the disk." She was there for him. To manage him, to take care of him. Those were two goals that luckily went hand in hand. "I have time."

[posterboymarine]

He cupped her cheek, then leaned down to kiss her hair. "I need you. But I need you to not ask any questions, okay?"

[neverwrongagent]

Carrie not asking questions was like the sun not rising. Because it was for him, she nodded her head slowly. "If that's what you need." She shifteda little closer. "I came here to be with you."

[posterboymarine]

He pulled her up into his lap and kissed her hard. He was not near as gentle as he normally was. There was a hard edge in the contact.

[neverwrongagent]

It only took her a moment to adjust. She'd had more than her share of hard sex as an answer to the tensions of life. She could give him that. The only question was did he want her to fight back or surrender. For safety's sake, she tried surrender first, leaning against him and letting him control the intensity.

[posterboymarine]

Surrender was what he needed. He needed to be in control of something again. He shifted and pressed her to the bed with a low groan, then started pulling on her clothes.

[neverwrongagent]

She went back onto the bed with a soft whimper. Moving to help him undress her was second nature. As she twisted, she caressed him when she could. The truth was she needed him, too, however she could get him.

[posterboymarine]

He finally took a few moments and just kissed her. The touch was still not tender, but it was needy, hungry. While the contact was not as tender as they normally were together, even when it was hot and heavy, it also was no where near the level of the night he bruised her so badly. It was an almost dispassionate in between.

[neverwrongagent]

When the kissing started, she shifted again so she could press her body against his. She wanted him to feel how hard her heart pounded, how intensely she felt their connection. He wasn't all the way there with her, the way he usually was, but she was there. She was completely his in that moment if he wanted her.

[posterboymarine]

He absolutely wanted her. Needed her, in fact. He just wasn't sure how to find the way to express it in his current state. He did manage to moan rather deeply at the feel of her pressed against him

[neverwrongagent]

She wormed her hands into his shirt, running her fingers over his back to try and get him to press even harder back. She wanted that moan again, that sound that echoed how she felt. She murmured a plea against his lips, begging him for more. What she meant was more skin, but she'd take anything he'd offer.

[posterboymarine]

He ground against her, moaning again, before forcing his tongue into her mouth. He let go of her with one hand and stripped his shirt over his head. It landed on the floor, immediately forgotten as he went back to kissing her.

[neverwrongagent]

The moment she had skin, she became more aggressive. She wasn't giving him a fight. All she did was touch everywhere she could reach, claiming his body as hers. She knew him so well that she could give lessons in how to excite him. "Need you."

[posterboymarine]

He arched over her, grinding even harder into her. He needed that, that certainty from her. His hand went back between them, working on pants now. There were too many clothes,

[neverwrongagent]

Carrie was so eager for him that she got her own way momentarily when she felt his hands again. She spread her legs and arched up, grinding right against his knuckles. The sensation was so strong that she gasped his name. "Fuck, sorry. Just... God, you feel good."

[posterboymarine]

She got a smirk out of him with that. "Tell me how good I feel. Tell me how much you want me." The edge in his voice should have told her how much he needed to hear that.

[neverwrongagent]

That was something she could do. She moved so she could whisper right to him. "Want you? Need you. Need those strong hands holding me tight when you fuck me." Her voice shook. "Need you inside me, filling me. Love that cock deep inside." She moved the whole time she spoke, grinding and rubbing everywhere she could.

[posterboymarine]

She was giving him exactly what he needed and he nearly tore pants to be rid of them. Once he had his off and one of her legs free, he was against her. After a few rocks against her, he thrust hard, burying himself in her and moaning her name.

[neverwrongagent]

Even though the way he powered into her took her breath away, she struggled to keep talking for him. She told him he felt better, and bigger, inside her than she expected. She groaned thickly and said how she loved how flushed he got, how hot he felt on her skin. She was on fire inside and out.

[posterboymarine]

Every word was exactly what he needed to keep going. And it would hold him through the next few days, which is what he knew he would need. He let her do all the talking as he moved against her. It was completely selfish, but when she left she would be safe and protected. And he would be alone.

[neverwrongagent]

The physical, clinical, descriptions of what he did to her gave way to more about how it affected her. He filled her body and mind, touched her heart as much as her breasts. She wanted him to know that he'd be with her when they were apart. That was important, that he knew she'd never forget him, never leave him again.

[posterboymarine]

He got his arms around her and cried out roughly as he sought that release. Pressing his teeth to her shoulder, he bucked hard as he let go, whimpering as he drained.

[neverwrongagent]

She bore down on him so she could use the extra energy of his last thrusts to push her over the edge. She fell only a few moments after him, groaning his name. More softly, she added the word love, but she didn't specify exactly what is was she loved that much.