Let's try for a happy ending this time

[neverwrongagent]

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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[neverwrongagent]

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.

[posterboymarine]

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.

[neverwrongagent]

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.

[posterboymarine]

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.

[neverwrongagent]

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?"

[posterboymarine]

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.

[neverwrongagent]

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.

[posterboymarine]

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

[neverwrongagent]

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."

[posterboymarine]

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.

[neverwrongagent]

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."

[posterboymarine]

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?"

[neverwrongagent]

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."

[posterboymarine]

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.

[neverwrongagent]

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.

[posterboymarine]

He watched her with a grin, then tightened his hand just a little before kissing her. The whole thing was close to overwhelming him and he couldn't help the low whimper as his pace increased.

[neverwrongagent]

The whimper made her want to laugh, but she never would laugh at him. Not when she felt the very same way. She pressed up against his hand, her lips curling slightly. She got both her legs around him and rocked harder.

[posterboymarine]

Having to resist the urge to tighten his hand too far slowed him just a little, drawing out his impending release. But there was only so much he could do before he couldn't hold off any more.

He moaned her name in warning, then released her throat so he could pound into her.

[neverwrongagent]

She took a deep breath the moment her throat was clear, then put all her energy into meeting his thrusts. She knew every twitch, every precursor to his climax. Hearing his voice just pushed her that much closer to her own. She groaned again, much ore loudly. "Fuck. Yes." The words came out as a whisper, which only gave them more power.

[posterboymarine]

But he was the evil tease. He buried his face against her neck as he came, hoping to muffle the sound of his cry. They did not need any additional company this time.

[neverwrongagent]

She followed him because her body left her no other choice. Her hips slammed into his a half dozen times and then followed him over the cliff. Her head flew back so sharply it hurt when she hit the hard bed.

[posterboymarine]

He spent a long time panting softly before finally sinking down on top of her. His fingers slipped back into her hair, brushing it back from her face before he lifted his head to look at her. "Jesus, woman."

[neverwrongagent]

She couldn't help it. There was only one thing she could do. She laughed. She buried her face against his shoulder and laughed like a fool.

It felt good. Almost as good as the sex itself.

[posterboymarine]

He giggled himself, shaking his head slightly. "They're gonna come banging on the door, you keep that up."

[neverwrongagent]

She smacked his shoulder. "I'm not that loud." She had another small burst of laughter since she was normally much louder than she'd been. "And don't you say a thing."