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

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brody,
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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 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.

His eyes fluttered as her nails dug in. That was going to leave marks. He'd have to keep his shirt on the next couple of days, just to keep the ribbing to a minimum. With her leg around his hip, he was able to press deeper, harder, inside her.

The growl in his throat deepened as his fingers curled tighter in her hair. He used her hair to steer her hair, forcing her to accept a rougher kiss. He had her trapped under her, she couldn't stop him now if she wanted to. Not that any part of him thought that was even a possibility.

Together they were a juggernaut. Unstoppable. Unrelenting. Stopping would drive them both mad. He felt so damn good. So right. That word just kept bouncing around in her head until it became a living thing. She moaned softly, fighting to stay quiet. His growl wasn't helping. Not one damn bit.

He felt her quivering on the edge of needing to get louder and he smiled against her lips. He only had a few moments where he knew he would still have enough control to push her. He decided he would use them to make them both insane.

Breaking the kiss, freeing her mouth. He attacked her neck, his fingers knotted in her hair. He turned her head, giving himself more of her neck. Her pale skin would bruise beautifully.

She tried to come up with the perfect thing to say to incite him, but it all sounded so trite. Finally she swore again, softly. Then she started telling him how good he felt, how big, how hard, how incredible it felt to have him inside her again. Hoe badly she needed him.

As she got more creative, he pressed more with his teeth and pulled more at her hair. She was going to be ragged by the time he was done. And, hopefully, begging.

They were often urgent with each other, but not often so rough. She loved what he was doing and it showed in what she said. Some of her suggestions probably weren't physically possible. She didn't care. He'd try anything she suggested if they could, that was what mattered.

Of course, that was always what mattered. She groaned thickly and bucked hard into him. "Fuck, baby. Please?"

He nipped her neck hard before pulling away. "Please, what?" He had a good idea, but he wasn't quite ready to give that to her. Not just yet. There was another level still to go.

Later, when the world wasn't going to end, she was going to punish him for teasing so badly. She'd plan it in detail. For now she just whimpered, then plead with him. She told him again how good it all was and how she knew their release would be even better. How good it always was.

That was almost enough to get her what she wanted. He growled again, slamming into her harder with each passing moment.

She shifted so he had more room between her legs. She rocked against him, driving into his hips. "So good. So sweet. Fuck, so good." She shuddered. "Always has been."

There was a part of him that wanted to push her more. That part almost won. He loosened the grip he had on her hair and caught her in a kiss. That was the best he could do for permission.

That's what they did. They pushed. When he let her go, almost, she moaned so loudly she was afraid she'd be heard. "Fuck," she hissed. "Your fault."

When she blamed him, he stopped moving. He was buried deep, her pinned fully under him with little room to take what she wanted. "What was that?"

She stared at him for a long while, closing her muscles around him in an attempt to get him to move again without actually begging. "You are an evil tease. That's all."

He pulled his fingers from her hair and ran them down the side of her face. He brushed the tips over her lips, then lightly wrapped his fingers around her throat. There was some tease in that, too, since he made no move to cut off her air.

And he did start moving again, very slowly.

She'd closed her eyes to enjoy his fingers and when she felt them on her throat she only closed them tighter. He wouldn't hurt her. Not like this. Her lips parted slightly and she licked them slowly. Tempting him to give them back.

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