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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[posterboymarine]

He appreciated the tour and told her as much with a kiss as she parked. "I picture a little blonde child saying that...'They're here.'"

[neverwrongagent]

She burst out laughing. A child of theirs might just look like that little girl. And if she was as smart as them, she'd be plenty spooky. That was almost something to look forward to. "We are not buying a haunted house. I have enough trouble sleeping."

[posterboymarine]

"Ruin all my fun." He winked at her before climbing out of the car. As he eyed what little they actually had, he sighed. "We need to go shopping, and soon."

[neverwrongagent]

She raised an eyebrow at him. "Feeling the need for new boxers?" If so, she was the one buying them. With smiley faces, maybe. Or black silk. That made her smile. "I would kill for new jeans, but I should wait."

she grabbed her bag and headed for the room. "Maternity clothes. Do they all look dowdy?"

[posterboymarine]

"Yes I am." He followed her in and locked the door behind them. "Not all of them, no. Just some. It's not so hard to find some that are normal."

[neverwrongagent]

The moment she heard the door lock, she started stripping. She wanted to get in bed and be close to him, but not until she'd had a shower. Her clothes got scattered randomly. She'd find them when they woke up. "Good, because I am not looking like Holly Hobby. I'm just not."

She glanced back at him with a smile. "You comin?"

[posterboymarine]

He was laughing as he started pulled his own clothes off. "Not yet. But probably soon." She was going to hurt him one of these days.

[neverwrongagent]

She threw her shoe near him, very careful not to hit him. "I will not put my hair in pig tails." And no matter how big she got, she'd never wear those pinafores. "Hurry up, I'm getting cold."

She went into the bathroom and started a hot shower. The hotter the better.

[posterboymarine]

He stared after her, having no idea what she was talking about. He was definitely talking about coming. He gave a low laugh and a shake of his head as he followed her into the bathroom.

"You know it gets cold up here in Idaho, right?"

[neverwrongagent]

She pulled him into the shower with her and immediately started soaping him up. "Very cold. Eating your horses cold, but I'm trying not to think about it. Well insulated was on her list for the house. "We aren't eating any horses."

[posterboymarine]

He let her wash him, groaning softly. "How about goat? Would you eat goat? Should we get goats? Or cows? How 'bout chickens?"

[neverwrongagent]

They could not possibly be having this conversation. Except they were. "Chickens are dirty and stupid. Cows are way too big. Goats. We could get the ones you can make yarn from and milk." She thought you could do both from the same goats. Or they could get both kinds.

That's it, she'd lost it. To try and re over, she moved one hand lower and started washing his groin. It was a cheap trick, but it made her feel better.

[posterboymarine]

She'd started it, mentioning horses. Still, her distraction worked and he groaned, his head dropping forward. "Cheater."

[neverwrongagent]

She cleaned him gently, not actively working to excite him, even though she knew it would. "Am not. Just taking care of you." She blinked up at him innocently. "You want me to stop?" She seriously doubted that.

[posterboymarine]

He cleared his throat and shook his head. "No, ma'am. You don't need to stop. Just make sure you get behind my balls."

[neverwrongagent]

She laughed softly and politely did as he asked. Her hands moved all over him, slowly shifting to stroking him more than washing. At the same time she shifted close and started kissing his chest. "Let me know if I miss a spot."

[posterboymarine]

He wrapped his arm around her, pressing close when she started stroking him. "I know that you will be thorough." He kissed her shoulder, then her hair.

Then he grabbed her around the waist and picked her up, pressing her back against the wall so that he could kiss her deeply.

[neverwrongagent]

She managed to get her legs around him so she could lift up some and still reach where she was groping. It was good to see him feeling strong enough for a game like this. Once she felt stable, she settled in to kiss him for as long as he liked. It felt so good just groping and kiss.

[posterboymarine]

Once she settled into the kiss, he growled against her lips. He was perfectly happy to entertain himself like this until she was ready for more. Or until the hot water ran out. Cold water would suck right about now.

[neverwrongagent]

She didn't think cold water would stop her right away. His body was nice and warm against hers. It was harder to stroke him than she liked, but she wasn't going to give up on the kissing. She got one hand free so she could wrap an arm around his neck and rub his shoulder.

She whimpered against his lips. "So good."

[posterboymarine]

He nipped at her lips, then nodded. "Nice big door between us and the world." His voice dripped with all the things he could do with that kind of privacy.

[neverwrongagent]

She groaned and rocked hard against him. "I like doors. They make you creative." Not that he wasn't without them, she was just trying to give him encouragement.

[posterboymarine]

He smirked against her lips. "They make me break furniture. And slow me down." He ground back against her, thrusting against her hand.

[neverwrongagent]

She flat out laughed. There would be no breaking furniture. Or slowing him down. She was in the mood for for fast and hard. It was all the sitting still in the car. And the stress. "This would be so much easier on the bed."

[posterboymarine]

"Hey, you picked this spot, not me." He ground into her hand again. "Going to have to let go, if you want to move."