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]

She managed not to laugh at the animal noises suggestion, but only because his other ideas had a good deal more merit. She crawled up to meet him and started nuzzling at his groin. Her lips moved over him for a long while before she gently sucked at one testicle. She loved the feel of it, the way the skin moved over her lips.

[posterboymarine]

His hands rested flat against her, one on her head, one on her shoulder, and he groaned roughly. And all of that was before she ever took a ball into her mouth. He nearly fell over when she did that. His hands clenched and he whimpered her name loudly.

[neverwrongagent]

She worked at him gently, mindful of the bits she had in her grasp, and then moved to the other ball. The way he sounded qualified pretty well as animal noises in her mind, so she figured she was doing her part for what passed for kinky with them. She ran a hand up over his belly, then down so she could wrap her fingers around his cock. Stroking slowly, she glanced up at him to watch his expression.

[posterboymarine]

His eyes were rolled back so far, most of what was visible was the whites. His hands clenched and kneading at her as his hips started to rock. She kept it up too long and he wasn't going to be able to hold on, a fact he informed her of rather graphically.

[neverwrongagent]

She pulled away from him slowly, her hand left wrapped around him, and laughed roughly. "Now that would be kinky. I'm pretty sure I saw it in porn once. Or twice." She shifted on the bed while she stroked him slowly, trying to give him some time to settle. "Would you like to lie down, baby?"

[posterboymarine]

"Lying down would be good, yes." He moved toward her, mindful of the hold she had on him, and laid down. He wasn't in the best position, but he did not really care. She felt too good for that.

[neverwrongagent]

She kept her grip on him just to see how he'd react. Once he was down, she let go and went back to using her mouth on him. Nothing quite like she'd done before, now she just nuzzled and licked at him, wanting to hear him moan again. All the while she told him how she loved touching him, how she loved the way he tasted.

[posterboymarine]

He shuddered under her touch, still rocking under her even as he settled back. Her talking to him was really not making things better, either. He was skirting the edge of just exploding and being finished for a little while.

[neverwrongagent]

She watched him, gauging just how badly she wanted to abuse him and what they could do after if she pushed him now. In the end, seeing him explode sounded like way too much fun to pass up and she kept going, nearly begging him to show her how good it felt. She used her hand where she'd used her mouth before, caressing him everywhere.

[posterboymarine]

Every name he called her with out of love and sounded as such, but not all of them were necessarily nice. Then he bucked hard under her and cried out her name as he came.

[neverwrongagent]

The cursing only amused her to the point of abusing him even more wickedly, giving him nails and teeth, until she had to sit back some and watch him at a safe distance. She kept stroking him until she was empty, then she sank down beside him and put her head on his shoulder. "Beautiful. Fucking beautiful."

[posterboymarine]

He groaned as he settled, his body shuddering slightly. "Yeah, babe. You are. Beautiful."

[neverwrongagent]

She laughed roughly. "I'm not sure we really managed kinky, though. We'll have to work on that." She curled close, also shivering but for a very different reason. Touching him that way had her so worked up she could feel all her nerve endings.

[posterboymarine]

He lay there, just breathing, for a moment before turning to her. "Kinky. Right. Forgot about that." He ran his hand down, over her side and to her belly. "Tell me what you need."

[neverwrongagent]

"Maybe we should get a how to book? Something with diagrams." Her voice was remarkably even until the last word which was when his hand hit low on her belly and she arched toward him. "You. I fucking need you." She didn't mean she needed his cock or to be fucked, though those would both be lovely. She needed him.

[posterboymarine]

He caught her meaning and he looked at her for a long time, his hand still moving low on her belly. "You've got me. I need you to believe that." Then he was kissing her, hard and deep. There was fear there, fear that he might not see her again after tonight. It was more prevalent then it had been the previous few days. This was different.

[neverwrongagent]

The kiss took her by surprise and for a moment she froze, then her arms went around his neck. That arched her more into his hand, but more importantly it let her keep him in the kiss. She had that fear, too, the sense that their whole future hinged on the next few days. When she could see him and touch him, that fear was pushed away.

She broke out of the kiss with a whimper. "I believe it. Believe in you."

[posterboymarine]

He held her eyes for a long time, then nodded. "Good. Someone has to." He drug her under him and settled, reassuring her with his weight.

[neverwrongagent]

She almost had to look away, the emotion was so intense. They'd been teasing and screwing around only a few minutes before and now she could barely breathe. Once she was protected under him, she relaxed enough to go back to teasing. "Might have to get that book, though. It's that or getting me some leather." She snorted a laugh. "Can you picture me in leather?"

[posterboymarine]

He thought about her in leather for a moment and groaned. "Wrong question. Guy. Answer is always yes."

[neverwrongagent]

She couldn't help giggling like a school girl. For all the times Carrie could be hard as nails, making choices no one else would, she was not a leather kinda woman. "I don't have the tits for it." She kissed his shoulder. "But if you wanted, I could figure it out. Maybe in red."

[posterboymarine]

He groaned as he shifted over her, parting her legs and settling into the cradle of her hips. He settled heavy, giving her nothing solid to rub again. "Maybe just red cuffs. And a red blindfold."

[neverwrongagent]

She groaned right along with him. That was a surprisingly sexy image. She slowly lifted her arms up over her head, crossing her wrists, and she closed her eyes. "I can do that." She shuddered hard. "Fuck, you feel good."

[posterboymarine]

He slid a hand up her arm to her wrists and held her there. DIpping his head, he started working at her neck and grinding against her.

[neverwrongagent]

She wanted to look up at where he held her, but keeping her eyes closed were part of the game. Shifting under him, she realized just how heightened the sensations were when he had even nominal control over the situation. Not unlike when he was being rough with her, she was hyper aware of him. She moaned his name, pleading with him to take whatever he wanted.