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]

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."

[posterboymarine]

He shuddered as she settled over him, whimpering her name again. Then his hands went to her hips. "Love how you feel."

[neverwrongagent]

She rubbed against him for a while before shifting so she could take him in. Sinking down onto him brought a low moan. She actually blushed at how heartfelt it was. "Fuck. So good." Moving slowly, she took him in as deeply as she could, grinding against him. Good didn't come close.

[posterboymarine]

Good felt so trite. Amazing, wonderful, those words didn't really work, either. Perfect was good. Perfect would work. His hands clenched at her hips and he rocked up under her.

[neverwrongagent]

Her eyes had closed as she rocked against him. She needed to focus on nothing but how he felt inside her. She couldn't even feel his hands on her hips even though he was threatening to leave marks. She twisted her hips, driving him deeper. The longer they did this, the better it got. They were going to burst into flames one day.

[posterboymarine]

With her eyes closed, he was free to observe her. Now that he knew to look, he could see the slight change in her body, marking the early stages of her pregnancy. Her breasts were slightly larger, she was carrying a touch more weight, she just looked different. Wonderful, but different. It was something the casual observer wouldn't notice, but he was far more intimate than that.

His hands clenched harder for a moment, then he moaned her name again.

[neverwrongagent]

She heard something in how he said her name, but she wasn't sure what it was. Opening her eyes, she studied him for a moment. When she saw that he seemed happy with what he saw, she blushed softly and closed her eyes again. She moved harder against him, shuddering slightly with every thrust.

She didn't see those changes because she refused to look. Instead she saw how healthy he looked, how he'd filled out, that he was sleeping. Even his misstep hadn't set him back much. Maybe they were doing okay.

[posterboymarine]

Hopefully she would not see how he slept when he was alone. It was getting better, but it was still a slow process. And the itch lay just under the surface, waiting for a moment of weakness to strike. Next time, he would do it right, of that they could both be certain.

But now was not the next time. Now was them, together, in that room. One hand pressed between them, finger brushing over her clit. He wanted to feel, and see, her come before he was too overwhelmed by how good it all felt.

[neverwrongagent]

He wasn't going to sleep alone. She'd made that mistake once and she wasn't going to do it again. She ran her hands over his belly, letting her nails drag just a little. She wanted him to feel it, but not necessarily to push him to anything more. When she felt his finger, she changed her mind and dug in, groaning with pleasure. He was going to get his wish pretty soon if he kept that up.

[posterboymarine]

He shuddered and arched into her, moaning her name again. His finger worked at her, teasing and pulling, trying to push her further, trying to push her to crying his name. He really wanted to hear that.

[neverwrongagent]

He got his wish almost immediately along with a litany of encouraging swear words. The way he touched her was what it took, leaving her shaking and muttering about how good it felt. She made it very clear that it was personal. He made her feel that good, not just being touched.

[posterboymarine]

So encouraged, he continued, pushing both of them toward release. His finger worked against her, his hips rocking up under her. He wanted her to keep talking, but he also wanted her to come. That release from her was the most important thing to him in that moment.