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 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."

[neverwrongagent]

That wasn't strictly speaking true, but it was close enough. "Gonna have to put me down, big boy." She wriggled in his arms, wordlessly pleading with him to let her down. She needed better access. Maybe to get her mouth on him. That idea made her moan loudly. "Please?"

[posterboymarine]

He released her, easing her back so she could stand. If they were leaving, he needed a moment to rinse off, so he turned them so he was under the water. "Better?"

[neverwrongagent]

It wasn't really, but it was a step toward better. She kept touching him with the excuse of helping him rinse off. Then she brought her hands up so she could rinse them. She'd hate to get soap someplace tender. "You should know I plan to wear you out. Completely."

[posterboymarine]

He was rock hard in her hand by the time they were done rinsing off. "We shall see." Not that he doubted her. He had complete faith that she could wear him out. He just knew she'd be worn out, too.

[neverwrongagent]

She shamelessly led him by his cock out of the shower, reaching for a towel with her other hand. She kept her hand on him while she dried him off. There was no reason to let go. Not when he felt so good.

Plus, if he would make some noise, those lovely noises, that would be a bonus.

[posterboymarine]

He was not used to being treated that way and he watched her the whole time, even when he bucked into her hand, with a raised eyebrow. His body knew what he liked, what he needed, and gave in happily. She got her whimpers and moans whenever she pulled.

[neverwrongagent]

She laughed softly at his reaction, very well satisfied with it. She normally only led a man around figuratively, but this was nice, too. Leaving him to dry her off as they walked, she gently guided him over to the bed. It was ridiculously awkward, but she didn't want to let him go. Where was the fun in that. And she already had plans for when they were dry and in bed.

[posterboymarine]

He groaned deeply, then set to work drying her off. It was not easy work, given that she had hold of him in such an intimate way. But he managed, all the same.

Once she was dry, he threw the towel over his head, then stepped closer to kiss her.

[neverwrongagent]

She took the towel from him, awkwardly, and put it on her hair, something that actually needed the towel. Kissing him softly, just short of teasing him, was nothing like what her hands were doing. Now that she could use both hands, she was molesting him properly. One hand stroked his cock slowly and the other caressed his balls. She backed toward the bed, trusting him to stop her before she fell.

[posterboymarine]

Her falling would injure him, so he had more than the usual amount of incentive to keep her upright. He whimpered against her lips the more she worked him. Whatever her goal, she was going to turn him to mush, save the parts she had her hands on.

[neverwrongagent]

That, in fact, was her goal. It was a celebration of reaching their destination. When they got to the bed, she managed to get herself sitting in front of him. Now she was right where she wanted to be. Groaning happily, she dropped her hand and took him slowly into her mouth. Maybe she should have let him lay down, but she was hoping he'd have to beg for that.

[posterboymarine]

He nearly stumbled and pitched forward once her mouth was on him. His own groan was deep and almost pained. He was going to need to lay down, and soon, but not just yet. This moment was for enjoying.

[neverwrongagent]

She grinned up at him, lips curling around his cock. That groan was worth everything. It always had been. She reached around to caress his ass, pulling him deeper as she worked him. She didn't want him to finish there, just to enjoy until his knees gave out. She didn't realize her nails were digging in.

[posterboymarine]

Between her mouth and get nails, it didn't take long for his knees to give out. He whimpered as he reached for her shoulder, holding himself up as he leaned forward.

[neverwrongagent]

She tensed to support him, laughing softly around him. After a long moment, she pulled back, letting him slip from her lips. "I can't catch you, you giant, so you better lay down. Get nice and comfortable." She flicked her tongue over him before she moved away.

[posterboymarine]

He stared at her for a moment, then rolled his eye (rather weakly) and got into the bed. He settled on his back, a pillow under his head. And he waited.

[neverwrongagent]

She patted his thigh as she moved up to settle between his legs. She wasn't going to stay there long, but she did want to pay him more attention for a while. More happy noises would be nice. She took him in slowly, running her tongue over him all over.

[posterboymarine]

When she settled between his legs and started in on him, he groaned softly and reached for her. "So good to me, baby."

[neverwrongagent]

She laughed around him. That's what he praised her for, not giving everything up for him. Not that she wanted praise for that since it was her fault in the first place. But still. Then she took him deep, staying there for as long as she could. She wanted him begging, she decided. Begging would be lovely.

[posterboymarine]

Giving up everything was something to be praised when they weren't naked. This was different. This was physical. This was really nice. He reached down and touched her hair, then settled back with a loud groan.Begging would come soon enough, if she kept that up.

[neverwrongagent]

The groan made her grin around him. It also made her speed up for a long minute. The groan was good, but begging was better. She caressed his balls as she worked at him. While she worked, she looked up at him, watching for every twitch.

[posterboymarine]

He did twitch, and shift, and whimper roughly. His fingers curled in her hair and he whispered her name. Then his hips rocked and he cried her name. The begging was definitely not far off.

[neverwrongagent]

That was good enough. The sound of her name that way was enough to make her shiver with pleasure. If she waited there long enough for him to actually beg, she was going to go mad. Madder. She released him at the last possible second and squirmed her way up his body, settling over his hips with a moan. "Love how you taste. How you feel."