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.

Comments

[posterboymarine]

He gave a shudder at her nails, then squeezed both her breasts harder. She felt amazing, but he didn't want to stop kissing her to tell her that. The kiss would have to be enough.

[neverwrongagent]

That kiss, and the way his hands felt, were more than enough. She groaned happily as she touched him, losing herself in the feel of his rough, scared skin. He was so real to her, so complete, even as she felt herself giving to him.

If they had this, and only this, forever, she'd be happy. Of course, it wasn't quite enough, and she finally reached to get her pants off.

[posterboymarine]

He reached down and stopped her with a groan. Then he started rubbing her through the fabric. He was enjoying the tease now and he didn't want it to stop.

[neverwrongagent]

"Not fair!" She ground against his hand, moaning loudly enough she worried she could be heard through the walls. "I was teasing you!" Which was a ridiculous thing to complain about, really. She shook her head at him. "I'll get you back for that.

[posterboymarine]

"You still are teasing me." He pressed hard for a moment, then pulled her back down on his lap, letting her go back to grinding against him. His lips went back to her neck and he started kissing her very lightly there.

[neverwrongagent]

She had to laugh. She was going crazy with need, but she was teasing him. Well, she was, but it wasn't her fault anymore. He just hadn't undressed her enough. She got her hands on his cheeks and tugged at him. She wanted to kiss him properly.

At the same time she started rocking against him, shivering when she found just the right angle to give her extreme pleasure.

[posterboymarine]

He went into that kiss with a moan, his arms tight around her. Feeling her pace increase, he stilled, letting her take what she needed from the angle she'd found. The tenser she got, the more he whimpered. He wanted her to get all she could from this.

[neverwrongagent]

Feeling his shift in attitude, she let herself go. It wasn't going to take long for her at all. She shifted slightly so she could press exactly where she needed. Immediately she realized it was going to take even less time than she'd thought. She rocked slowly, trying to draw things out, whimpering happily the whole time.

[posterboymarine]

He shuddered with pleasure under her. He did enjoy getting her off, as evidenced by how much he had worked at it the night before. It was freeing to know that she was comfortable enough to just let go like she did with him.

[neverwrongagent]

She trusted him. They'd come so far from that first weekend and she trusted him with everything. That realization went through her like a blast down her spine and it was the last straw. She went stiff in his arms, shaking hard as pleasure overtook her. Just that, rubbing against him, was enough.

[posterboymarine]

He moaned as she came, feeling that heat against him. He rolled his hips up under her, reminding her - as if she needed to be - that there was more for her.

[neverwrongagent]

She was painfully aware of his his cock pressing against her. When she came down after her climax, she lifted off him and wriggled to get her pants off. Even though she could still feel the aftershocks, she wanted more. Needed more.

The second she was bare, she moved back over him and angled herself so she could take him in. "FUCK!" She couldn't help it. He felt that good.

[posterboymarine]

"Yes, we are," he groaned against her neck. That bit would probably never stop being funny to him if she was going to keep saying it. Now that she was bare and he was buried inside her, he started rocking again. "So tight, baby. Feels so good."

No one had ever accused him of being eloquent once the clothes were off.

[neverwrongagent]

Some day she was going to start slapping him for that joke, but not when it felt so damn good. She rocked harder against him, shuddering with every stroke. So full when they were like this. Her eyes rolled back in her head as the pleasure coursed through her.

[posterboymarine]

He worked at her throat between his whispered descriptions of how she felt, words he could not come up with the previous night. It was perfect.

[neverwrongagent]

His words were going to be her undoing. Knowing he was right there with her made all the difference. She shook with it so hard that she had to cling to him. She was going to go completely insane, not that it was a far ride for her. "Baby, please!" She didn't know quite what she was asking for beyond more.

[posterboymarine]

Her request got her a deep kiss and a position change. He was still too tired to have been on top the whole time, but he could finish them off easily enough.

Once she was on her back, he grabbed hold of one thigh and got her angled so that he could get as deep as possible. He locked eyes with her and smiled, then whispered her name against her lips.

[neverwrongagent]

He flat out didn't fight fair. Not one bit. Just for that she was going to abuse him the next time he drove. Not that she told him that, though she wanted to. All she could manage to do was wrap that leg around him and rock hard against him. She kissed him hard rather than trying to answer him in any other way.

[posterboymarine]

Maybe, some day, she would explain to him what fair actually was. Until then, he was going to keep doing what he was doing.

[neverwrongagent]

She would never want him to fight fair in bed. Sex was always a kind of struggle. That's what made it so fun. She rocked hard against him, whimpering when he was deepest. It all felt so damn good. So right.

[posterboymarine]

He groaned against her lips again, then went back to kissing her. Kissing her was nice. It was all nice. He kept moving, his pace increasing with every few thrusts. He was close. He needed this. She needed this.

[neverwrongagent]

Need was absolutely the right word. She shook with it. Her hands never stopped moving over him, nails dragging. Pale as he was, he was going to be pink from all the lines she was leaving. She'd have to apologize later.

Suddenly she cried out as her climax slammed into her, leaving her breathless and shaking. She petted his shoulders, trying to recover.

[posterboymarine]

He moaned as she came his own climax pushed by hers. He thrust hard a few more times, then kissed her as he came.

[neverwrongagent]

She didn't so much collapse as ooze. All the air went out of her and she went completely limp. The only thing that gave any real indication of life was the grin she couldn't get rid of. Finally, she patted him softly. "Very nice. Very...very...nice."

[posterboymarine]

He stayed over her, careful to not crush her but not otherwise willing to move. He nuzzled at her neck and whispered her name again.