neverwrongagent | Let's try for a happy ending this time

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au,
brody,
rp

Let's try for a happy ending this time

Between the runs and drills and weapons practice, there was still time for the kind of exercise that lowered stress rather than ramping it up. Boys being boys, pick up footbal games happened fairly often. Not just a way to let off steam, they were a way to increase bonding between the team, particularly with a new member. For Carrie, it was a way to watch Brody and evaluate his health and stability. That watching him made her belly clench with need was something she was going to have to deal with on her own time. She added it to the list.

When the game ended and the men headed for water, Carrie caught Brody's eye and nodded slightly to the space beside her. He nodded even more slightly, then worked his way over amidst much back slapping and macho posing. When he flopped down beside her, she shook her head. "It never changes, does it? That particular brand of macho."

He laughed softly and glanced at the guys. "With this bunch? No." And he clearly meant himself in "that bunch". He watched her for a long moment, then looked away. "Little disappointed you weren't waving pom poms."

She rolled her eyes. "Really? Can you pic-- Okay, sure you can picture it, but do you really think I ever did it?"

He sighed deeply. "That's it, kill my fantasy." He bumped her shoulder with his. "You'd have looked adorable."

She rolled her eyes again, but at the same time, she rested her head on his shoulder. "I was even skinnier and jumpier. It wasn't a good look." What she meant was more crazy, but she was sure he knew that. She didn't mention that she'd seen plenty of pictures of him as a teenager, most of them with an equally young Jessica. There was no way she was heading into that minefield.

He took her hand and lifted it so he could kiss it. "It helps, but you know that."

She swallowed hard, then shrugged. "Goes both ways. But you know that."

He nodded, then let the conversation go for a while, seemingly happy to enjoy her company. Not that she had an idea what he was really thinking. All she could go on was how he was with the Seals, how he was during briefings, and how he was when he didn't know she was watching. If asked, she'd say he was doing well and to her eye he was doing better than she'd hoped. Stronger, healthier, calmer. Of course, she knew how fragile it all was.

What she wanted to do was get him alone and use the connection that had always proved so efficient at stabilizing both of them, but the quarters were just too tight and he was already geetting enough grief from the team. Still, she didn't let that stop her from kissing his hand again. There were parts of him she'd prefer to kiss, but privacy was at a premium. Instead she leaned hard against him and sighed softy. Being close was like a battery recharge and she drank it up. She hoped that she was giving him the same thing.

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She glanced up, taking in the difference in their heights and grinned. She could fit. She wriggled closer and shook her head. "I'll fit. On top of you. I promise not to squirm." That, frankly, was a lie.

That got a laugh. "Of course you won't." After a moment he sighed deeply. "Let's go lay down, before I collapse." He was suddenly feeling his age and the abuse he was putting himself through.

She led him over to the bed, unwieldy looking thing that it was, and she waited for him to fold his long limbs into it before sliding right on top of him. She managed to pull the blanket over them without falling out. Then she wriggled for a moment as if she were getting settled. She wasn't. She was just imprinting his body into her memory.

By the time she settled, he was groaning softly and his body's response was evident. He wrapped his arms around her to still her and rolled his eyes. "You are cruel."

She rubbed a little more deliberately, hiding her grin against his chest. Her reply was muffled. "Am not. Just getting comfortable." She moved again. "Okay, that's better."

Two could, in fact, play this little game. He slid one hand down her back to her ass and just left it there, heat radiating from his palm. "I'm serious, Carrie."

She snorted again. "You are always so serious." She leaned up and kissed a spot on his throat. "I'm serious, too. Serious about getting comfortable." She shifted very slightly. "Right here. With you."

That last shift, despite the kiss, was too much. He gave her a firm slap on the ass, forcing her hips against his. The sound of flesh striking flesh made him flinch slightly, but he didn't apologize.

Her eyes flew open at the blow and she shook her head slightly. Not that he should stop, just in disbelief. She nipped his chest, groaning at the feel of his skin. She wriggled up toward his hand.

The nip got her another smack and a low growl. It might have been a warning growl, or it might have been one of need. Even he wasn't completely sure of which it was. He just knew that the more he had his hands on her, the harder it got to go to sleep.

If he thought they were going right to sleep, he was out of his mind. Even without her wiggling, there was no way that was going to happen. His growl went right through her, triggering an even bigger burst of need. He was like a drug. "Fuck."

He quirked an eyebrow at her. "You think that's going to happen?" He spanked her again, growling again. This one was definitely an indicator of need, the object of that need was what was now in question.

His hand squeezed her ass cheek, nails digging in. He would leave marks that no one would see but that she would keep feeling for a while.

She repeated the word, this time as a heartfelt hiss of pleasure. "A girl can dream." She wriggled against him, theoretically to get away from his nails, but really to press against him as enticingly as she could. "If we were very quiet. Took it slow."

She got another spank. "You know how to be quiet? I don't believe that." He got his fingers into her hair and pulled her into a rough kiss, even as he struck her again.

She was a trained professional. She could stay silent for days. Not that she ever had, really. She relied on her smart mouth for too much. She was all set to complain about the spanks when he kissed her. She shuddered hard before pressing back. Her lips parted for him just as he hit her again and she made a strangled noise of pleasure. They needed this.

Instead of hitting her again, he started roughly rubbing at the abused flesh. His tongue snaked into her mouth, absorbing her taste and encouraging her to take from him. When they finally came together, he knew it was going to be rough, quick, and loud. Slow and quiet were nearly forgotten memories.

She rocked happily back and forth between his hips and hands. She loved those hands. Loved them on her. She kept licking at his tongue, drawing him to her, until she had to break off to catch her breath. "How do you do that to me so quickly?"

There was a slight edge of cruelty to his smirk, then he leaned up and nipped her lip. "Addict." He struck her again, then forced her back into a kiss.

She closed her eyes and shook her head slightly. That wasn't it, not really, but it was damn close. Fucking close. Of course, it was just as true for him, which she wasn't going to point that out right now. She ran her hands over his sides, nails dragging lightly. "Maybe I need a fix." She licked her lips. "Hook me up?"

He growled again, then nodded. "SOmething could be arranged, I think." He gave her one last spank, then rolled them so she was under him and he was completely in control of the encounter.

She groaned loudly at the spank. When they landed, she looked up at him with wide eyes, then she smiled slowly. "Oh yeah?" She bucked against him. "Something." She couldn't keep the grin off her face, but she did try. "Just...something?"

"Just something." All that really separated then, after her wiggling, was a bit of his towel. He reached between them and pulled it free, allowing him to fully grind against her. "You're going to have to be very quiet, though."

She bit back a rough laugh and nodded very seriously. "Quiet as a mouse. Mute mouse." She ran her hands over his back, nails dragging. Then she shifted again under him, twisting to get better lined up with him. "Fuck, feels good."

He growled softly in warning. "Quiet." He supported himself on one elbow, his fingers in her hair forcing her head back. His lips smashed against hers as he shifted his hips and drove into her. His growl of completion was lost in her mouth.

Home. She'd come home in that moment. Back where she belonged. Her nails pressed into his flesh to keep her from crying out. This was going to drive her mad. At least it was a good mad. She wrapped a leg around him, pulling him even deeper.

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