neverwrongagent | 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 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."

He grinned at her before shifting them so they were on their side, his arms around her. "Yes, ma'am."

That wasn't fair. She moved up to whisper just that in his ear, then she nipped him hard before settling back down on the bed with a whimper. "So good."

He nuzzled at her cheek and sighed softly. "Do you know when we are leaving?"

She groaned. She wasn't ready to discuss that at all. She hid her face against him and shook her head. "Not yet." That was as good an answer as any.

That answer mollified him and he nodded. "Good. Means there's still time."

She raised a curious eyebrow at him. "Time?" She nuzzled at his shoulder. "For what, babe?"

He brushed his fingers over her lips again. "For anything. For everything." After another sigh, he shook his head. "To find another way."

She sighed softly. There were no other ways or she would have thought of one. It was what she did, think of ways out of things, think of ways into things. "I'll keep thinking." And she would, for him.

He nodded again, then closed his eyes. He knew he was screwed and her along with him. Another way might still save her. Nothing could save him. His arms tightened around her briefly, then he forced himself to relax. "Stay until I'm asleep?"

She shifted slightly in his arms so she was more comfortable and pulled his arm even more tightly around her. "Until I hear you snore." And past then. Until she had to leave before she was obviously discovered. She needed the sleep as much as he did and she'd never slept as well as she did with him.

"I don't snore." He hugged her closer and really let himself relax the rest of the way. "But okay."

"You do snore." Not often, but he did, and the idea made her smile. She snuggled a little closer and closed her eyes. "Won't wake you when I go."

"Stop watching me sleep." He was teasing her, even as he forced himself to actually sleep. Of course, it didn't take much forcing. He'd been physically worn out when he walked into his room. Now he would add emotional exhaustion to the list. It was only moments before he was snoring softly.

The moment she heard the snore she buried her face against his chest to muffle her laughter. Some day she was going to record him. It was a good thing she had no intention of sleeping herself because he was loud. She also did exactly what he told her not to. Sighing happily, she watched him.

Let's try for a happy ending this time

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