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 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.

[neverwrongagent]

She groaned happily and lifted his head so he could she her? "Yes, baby?" Her eyes were full of affection. She was astounded how comfortable she was in that moment. "Did you need something more?"

[posterboymarine]

"Mmm, no." He gave her a kiss, then settled again, tucking against her neck. "Got everything I need right now, right here."

[neverwrongagent]

That made her shiver with a mix of pleasure and worry. It also made her press even harder against him. She'd never, ever been something someone needed. "Just don't squish us, okay?" As she said it, she snuggled closer.

[posterboymarine]

"No one's getting squished." He shifted so they were on their sides and hugged her tighter. "We should rest, then go. I want to find a home."

[neverwrongagent]

She nodded firmly as she cuddled against him. She'd probably sleep pretty soundly, which was good. Maybe he would, too, finally. And then a house. A home.

She fell asleep making lists of what they needed.

[posterboymarine]

He fell asleep snuggled up against her. And it really was sleep, not passing out. It wasn't dreamless, but there were no real nightmares this time, either. He whimpered her name in his sleep, then snuggled closer and kissed her shoulder. That was the limit of his sleep interruptions.

It was kind of nice.

[neverwrongagent]

She heard him, kind of, but didn't wake. If they could get even two nights a week like this, they'd do fine. They'd get more over time. When she woke, she turned slowly so she didn't wake him. Lying on her back, she closed her eyes and contemplated what they needed to do.

It was pretty simple. Find a motel. Find a house. Her runaway money was enough for a solid down payment on something small. Then they'd have to find work so they could eat. That was fine. Their papers were clean as could be, which helped. And they should probably swap out cars someplace far from town. But that could wait a bit.

"Brody?" She shoved him a little.

[posterboymarine]

His eyes fluttered open and he smiled at her. "Is it time?" He shifted to kiss her, then moved to get up.

[neverwrongagent]

She made a vague grab for him, not getting anything more than a light pat on his ass. She whimpered her discontent with that, but she still got up and headed straight to the bathroom. Might as well get going. Otherwise she was going to drag his ass back to bed.

"I want a big breakfast we can eat on the road." She intended to feed him while he drove and she called real estate agents.

[posterboymarine]

He smirked at her whimper, then got himself dressed. When she came out of the bathroom, he gave her a long kiss. "Not bagels, I hope."

[neverwrongagent]

She pouted at him. She liked bagels. No that they could easily get the real thing out in the wild west. Still, she nodded. "Rye bread?" Actually that sounded good. Maybe with an actual vegetable on it.

She gave him a quicker, but no less heartfelt kiss, then went to dress for the road. When they landed for real, she was walking everywhere.