Running away from home. Just like kids.

[neverwrongagent]

Briefings with Saul were getting more and more tense. Carrie could feel the strain on all of them as a real, palpable thing. Beside her, no one had ever had much faith in Brody, which was largely her fault. How could she explain her change of heart without explaining it was exactly that. What was harder was not telling him about how bad it was. Every time she was vague it was a physical pain.

The final straw was a heated conversation about what they would do if he were found out, revealed to be on a mission. They had escape plans, but it was clear very few people in that room gave a damn if they worked. Or if they even existed. She'd been through hell for the man they were dismissing like so much dross and all because... She wasn't that sure why because at this point. It was about Saul, really, and she knew that. That's why when he made a passing comment that made it sound damn like he'd made his decision and Brody didn't figure into it at all, she felt her stomach lurch so badly she almost had to leave the room.

She didn't go to him that night, that would be stupid. She waited a day, all of which was spent wondering when she would throw up. She got there late, just before dark, and sat back to watch the men finish up before meal break. He looked good. Better than when she saw him last, even.

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[neverwrongagent]

She understood the laugh. He'd been using her, but at least he was still with her. That's what she was thanking him for. She kept petting him, holding him tightly against her. "It's okay. I won't leave you alone again."

He'd been alone in the dark too long in his life.

[posterboymarine]

He nodded, forcing his hand open so he could rest it on her back. He wasn't going to be able to lay there for much longer. He could already feel the muscles starting to tense, the need to move slowly building deep inside him.

[neverwrongagent]

She kissed him again, still gentle. It was going to be a long night. They could keep going if it would help. Or they could find something else. But she wasn't going to abandon him. "I'm here. Not going away." She laughed weakly. "Which will get annoying, I know, but oh well."

[posterboymarine]

He nodded. Annoying would be okay, if it kept him safe. "Need to move. Can't keep laying here."

[neverwrongagent]

She nodded. That she could understand. She kissed him again, then rolled onto her back with a soft grunt. Oh yeah, she was going to hurt. "If you're going to run in place or some other macho thing, just do it quietly?"

She would probably sleep through it anyway.

[posterboymarine]

He laughed as he got up. And prompted ended up sitting back down again. He was much weaker after that than he expected to be, weaker than his brain told him he should be. Maybe moving wasn't going to be an issue, which just meant that he was going to drive himself crazy being stuck laying down.

[neverwrongagent]

Carrie rolled over so she could be closer, so she could reach his hip to pet him. It wasn't much, but she knew she'd fall over, too. "Wish there was more I could do than fuck your brains out." She laughed softly. "Not that I mind that bit, of course."

[posterboymarine]

He reached down and rubbed her hand. "Give me a few minutes, huh?" He shuddered hard, then shifted to sit against the headboard. He might not be able to stand, but he would not be laying down and going crazy just yet.

[neverwrongagent]

She snorted softly. She could use more than a few minutes herself. Shifting closer, she ran a hand over his side and hip, keeping the touch firm but not too hard. Touching him was always good. She leaned in to kiss his chest, lightly. "Take your time. I'll keep myself busy."

[posterboymarine]

He started petting her hair for something to do. "Tell me now you are going to do that, babe?"

[neverwrongagent]

She kissed him again, her lips lingering against his skin, then smiled up at him in answer. She was happy just being close so touching him was easy. "If you don't mind? Until I think of something more specific."

[posterboymarine]

He grinned down at her, his fingers brushing her hair from her face. "I don't mind at all." It gave him something to focus on.

[neverwrongagent]

She was used to being his focus. God knew he was hers. Her hand moved lightly over his chest and belly, followed by her lips. If he needed, she could do this for hours. Upside to her crazy mind. "Then I won't stop."

[posterboymarine]

He settled in and ha;f closed his eyes. That made it easier to pretend that they were not in some middle America motel room and he was higher than a fucking kite. Barely. Still, the jittering settled some, the shudder diminished.

[neverwrongagent]

It was hardly the worst place they'd been, but it wasn't the cabin. They needed to find a place close to water. If not a lake, then a stream. She shifted again so she could caress him more easily, hoping that it would settle his body more. Only time would help his mind.

She kissed his skin every so often, smiling softly when she did. Finally she spoke softly. "Big kitchen or small?"

[posterboymarine]

He jerked slightly when she spoke, then smiled as he considered it. "Small. Big enough for both of us, barely."

His fingers ran over her cheek. "Big bedroom or small?"

[neverwrongagent]

She laughed hard at both comments, then glanced down at his legs. "Big bedroom. It's going to need a King sized bed. You giant." She nipped where she was kissing. "And you have to cook. I don't eat, so what I cook is...pointless." Not that she couldn't, she just didn't.

She'd been eating more lately, but not the last few days and she could tell.

[posterboymarine]

He smirked. "I'm not a giant. You're just short." He lured her up for a kiss, then shifted. "Guess I better practice my cooking."

[neverwrongagent]

She nipped him again. "I'm not. I'm five-five. That's not short. I'm just skinny. Makes me look smaller." It was clearly a kind of sore spot, but she was amused. "I like spicy food. We'll get cookbooks."

That was a terrifyingly domestic image, them picking cookbooks and trying out recipes.

[posterboymarine]

"Spicy. Copy that." He managed to roll his eyes at her before groaning softly. "You know, why didn't someone invent a teleportation device while I was away? That would make this all better."

[neverwrongagent]

She managed not to laugh at his agreement. She loved it when he did that. "Oh, god, no. Let people get closer, faster? Not good." She could picture a whole new version of mail bombs. "It would make things less exciting, less unique."

[posterboymarine]

"Oh, fine." He winked at her, then shifted so he could draw her into his embrace. He kissed the top of her head. "One bedroom and an office, right?"

[neverwrongagent]

She squirmed close, getting a leg around him, and then shimmied some, just for fun. She nodded slowly, thinking about it. "Yeah. But if there's a decent dining room, I'm claiming that for my office." Since there were only two of them, they could eat on the couch and then make out or eat in the kitchen if it were big enough. She ate standing up most times.

She frowned slightly as if considering something, then shook her head. "That should be good."

[posterboymarine]

He caught the frown and cocked his head. "What's wrong, beautiful? You don't want an office?"

[neverwrongagent]

She blinked up at him in surprise. She was so used to ignoring any consideration of that little possibility that she almost didn't realize she'd done it. "I don't need a room of my own, that's all. It would have to be so big the way I spread out."

She didn't sound terribly convincing.