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 chuckled roughly. "Is there something you need?" He knew the answer, of course, but there was still the issue of who was in charge at this moment.

[neverwrongagent]

She shuddered and nodded quickly. She hadn't quite picked up his mood, but she had a ready answer for him. "Need to feel you move. Move inside me." She liked her lips. "Feel you take me."

[posterboymarine]

"Need me to make you come, baby? Need me to make you feel good?" He gave her a light nip, then pulled back to look at her. "Need me to take you? Make you mine?"

[neverwrongagent]

Well, that answered any questions about what he needed. She shuddered as she looked up at him. She was running away with him and carrying his child, how much more could he claim her? Still, she was game to let him try. Licking her lips, she nodded slightly. "Need you." That much was always true. It had been true since she met him.

[posterboymarine]

He was not completely satisfied with that answer and he lifted an eyebrow as he looked down at her. "What? Need me for what?"

[neverwrongagent]

She stiffled the expression that could only have been translated as 'Are you fucking kidding?' It took some effort. Instead she met his gaze and nodded slowly. "Need you to fucking move. To take me." Her voice broke on that last bit.

[posterboymarine]

He could have made her wait longer, if not for the way her voice broke. He growled softly and kissed her as his hips started to move. His eyes fluttered closed as he allowed himself to do what he wanted to do, what she asked him to do.

[neverwrongagent]

She swore against his lips, shuddering with pleasure as he moved finally. He'd been right to make her wait, not that she was going to come out and say that. Her body made it pretty clear, though, as she rocked harder against him and her leg tightened. He could get more power if she let him go, but she couldn't bear the idea of it.

[posterboymarine]

He slid a hand down and under her ass, lifting her up a little and changing the angle of his thrusts. oingue pushing into her mouth, he quieted her swearing, forcing her to focus completely on his body against and inside hers.

[neverwrongagent]

Focus was good. It was outstanding when he offered her something so hard and certain to concentrate on. He always felt so good. Her tongue moved against his just as she rocked harder into him. The new angle made her whimper with every stroke.

English, what's that?

[posterboymarine]

Whimpering was good. He would take that gladly. He let himself sink into just moving with her, pushing both of them steadily toward release. Unless something changed, this one would not be as aburptly intense as the last. This would be a smoldering intensity that might even leave him able to sleep.

Re: English, what's that?

[neverwrongagent]

If it helped them sleep, that would be marvelous. God knew it would help her settle in general. Every time she touched him she felt better. He had to know that. It was always true. Her muscles rippled over him, tightening around him as they moved together. He was right about the slow burn, but she thought they might ignite from it. She hoped so.

[posterboymarine]

He broke from the kiss to bury his face against her neck. His teeth brushed over skin and he moaned softly. He could feel that steady building up of pressure as he drove into her. He'd been considerate and waited for her last time. This time might not go that way.

[neverwrongagent]

He didn't need to wait for her. If she couldn't keep up, she'd find a way after. Mostly she needed to feel him let go. She needed to know that he was satisfied. She wasn't used to that, being so in tune with what her partner needed and it scared her a little. Of course, that only ampped up her need. She really was nuts.

[posterboymarine]

He shifted again and got his other hand on her ass, adjusting the angle just a little bit. Then his pace increased. Smoldering was starting to flame up, his need building with every thrust.

[neverwrongagent]

Something in that slight change in angle was enough to drive her insane. She bucked hard against him with every thrust, slamming into him. It wasn't that she'd sped up so much, but that she was putting everything in each thrust. She started whimpering, too, every time they connected. His hand felt so good she tried to grind against that, but it wasn't the most graceful move.

[posterboymarine]

Between his own building need and her enthusiasm, he was basically done for. He pounded against her as long as he could, then he cried her name as he came, slamming hard into her, then jerking.

[neverwrongagent]

She wasn't build to be far behind him. It just wasn't possible for her to get left behind. That hard slam, the one that signaled his release was all it took to send her over the edge. Just a few second behind him, it was enough that she could feel everything of his release. She moaned his name happily.

[posterboymarine]

He collapsed on top of her, breathing hard against her neck. When he could find some energy, he nipped at her pulse point once, feeling her heartbeat slowing between his teeth. Then he closed his eyes and sighed happily.

[neverwrongagent]

The bite made her clench tightly around him, which sent another wave of pure pleasure through her. She shook with it and whimpered. "Tease." Not that she was up to another round at all. She caressed his shoulder weakly. "Very nice. Thank you."

[posterboymarine]

The way she tightened around him made him nip at her again, then he shifted and settled in to sleep, still mostly on top of her. "Shhh. My pleasure."

[neverwrongagent]

If he didn't stop that soon, she wasn't going to be able to stop what she was doing. She shuddered hard and pressed against him, her eyes closed tightly. She purred her agreement about the pleasure. As she settled, she sighed deeply. "Love you."

[posterboymarine]

"Love you." Then he nipped her again. Her reaction was wonderful and he was suddenly curious how far he could push her.

[neverwrongagent]

She couldn't wait for his hair to grow back just so she could pull it at those moments. She was going to have to insist. Shifting against him, she got herself where she could rub against his hip. "You are a tease. A wicked wicked tease." There was no upset in her tone, only hope.

[posterboymarine]

That rubbing was a sure sign that she was enjoying his teeth. He worked a hand down between them and found her clit as he nipped her again. This required only a little energy from him and he could make her happy, probably make her moan his name again. He liked that.