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 heard him come in, but what really woke her was the smell of the coffee. Groaning, she sat up and reached greedily. Then she moaned with deep satisfaction at the familiar taste. "Oh dear God, it's actually civilization. I was so worried." She opened her eyes finally and looked him over. He looked calmer than she expected and she felt herself relax. "Good run?"

[posterboymarine]

He watched her with a grin. "Yeah. Found a dealership we can trade the car in. I hope you aren't hoping for a sedan. I didn't see many of those."

[neverwrongagent]

She groaned. She'd noticed the trend toward trucks on the way in. They would be a pain for her and for traveling with a baby. Still, people managed. Of course, then she thought about car seats and groaned again. "Alien world. Completely alien."

[posterboymarine]

He chuckled. "They had a few SUVs." He sat down next to her and gave her a quick kiss. Then he was up and off to the shower. "What time's the appointment?"

[neverwrongagent]

"Thank God." Now that she could see. She'd driven plenty of those. She'd even look cute doing it. Settling in with her coffee, she watched him go with a smile. "Ten. I figured we needed time for breakfast before really facing people."

[posterboymarine]

"Breakfast sounds great," he called out from the shower before drowning everything out under the blast of hot water.

[neverwrongagent]

The more she thought about it, the better it sounded. Lots of sausage. She growled hungrily. And that growl made her think of other things she wanted. She looked at her coffee, then shook her head. It would still be warm when she was done abusing him.

Slipping out of the bed, she made her way quickly to the bathroom. She didn't want time to get cold. "Room for me in there?"

[posterboymarine]

He was scrubbing his scalp when she came in and he grinned. "Of course. Come here." He reached back for her, pulling her into the shower with him. He reached for the shampoo.

[neverwrongagent]

She wrapped her free arm around his waist and snuggled close, groaning happily at his heat and the water. He felt so good. She kissed his chest lightly. "I promise to scrub anything you'd like."

[posterboymarine]

He started washing her hair, laughing softly. "Why don't you scrub anything you'd like." He pressed back against her, enjoying her need to be close. It was grounding for him.

[neverwrongagent]

That was a dangerous thing to offer her when they had such an important day ahead. She ran her hands all over him, fingertips lightly coasting over his chest and belly. After a little while, she started pressing her nails against him. She kept all the touch over his waist, but it left her hands shaking.

[posterboymarine]

He shuddered hard at the way she was scratching at him. Finally, he grabbed her wrists and stopped her. "Rinse your hair. Then, you can have what you want."

[neverwrongagent]

She pouted dramatically, but she obeyed. Twisting so she stayed close, she got her hands in her hair so she could rinse it quickly. The minute the water ran clear, she turned back to him and wrapped one arm around him. The other hand went straight to his groin, fingers lightly moving all over him. She groaned happily. "Good morning."

[posterboymarine]

He hardened quickly and turned them so he could press her against the wall. "If this is how you are pregnant, we are going have a ton of kids." Then he was kissing her, hard and deep, committing to what she wanted.

[neverwrongagent]

She was pregnant because he was the single most unexpected man she'd ever met. That combined with her crazy was a powerful combination. The idea of a ton of kids when she hadn't adjusted to the first one was overwhelming and she only realized in time before her hand tightened painfully on him. She groaned deeply, hoping that what she was doing would be the accepted reason for the sound. "This is not how I am pregnant." She looked up at him, then shook her head slightly. "You are impossible."

[posterboymarine]

He bucked into her hand and laughed. "I am not." His hands moved down her sides to her hips, where he rubbed and squeezed. "This is how you are all the time, I know."

[neverwrongagent]

She snorted. He wasn't half wrong about that. It was part of her condition as well as just who she was. His luck that he partnered up with an actual sex pot. He'd need to build his strength up. She stroked him slowly, almost teasingly. "You love it.

[posterboymarine]

Given his less than stellar intimate relationship with his wife and his time spent on the run, he more than loved it. He needed it. He bucked into her hand again, then squeezed her hips hard. "When you were watching me, was there a camera in my bathroom?"

[neverwrongagent]

She was a little surprised that she blushed. "Couldn't see anything good, but yes. Watched you shave. Brush your teeth." Never mind she had a full view of the bedroom." She shrugged. "Keep in mind, Virgil watched as much as I did." Just not as closely, which had to show in her expression.

[posterboymarine]

He chuckled roughly. "See all the excitement you missed." He lifted her and pressed her back against the wall, trusting her to handle the finer details. "All that time alone in the shower, unable to fuck my wife, I had to handle things somehow."

[neverwrongagent]

He might as well toss her around while he could. She kept stroking him, shifting back so she had more room to move. "You'll have to give me a nice show some time. Take your time." She grinned. "Make pretty noises for me." She met his eyes. "Then come to bed and fuck me properly."

Because she could never possibly share a bed with him and not fuck his brains out regularly. It wasn't physically possible.

[posterboymarine]

A bed was not even required for them. He bucked against her hand, indicating what he really wanted. "Anytime, baby. Anytime." He pressed his lips to hers, pushing his tongue into her mouth with a groan of his own.

[neverwrongagent]

Bed, car, ground. They didn't need anything but each other. She twisted her hand as she stroked him, giving him more sensation. Of course that only made her her tremble more. He felt so good, so right. She was greedy for his reactions, trying to make sure she was aware of all of them, not just what was happening in her hand.

[posterboymarine]

He finally broke the kiss with a groan. "Need more than your hand, baby. Need to be inside you."

[neverwrongagent]

She was more than happy to do that. Of course it meant getting out and drying off, none of which she had patience for. With a low groan, she let him go and reached for towels, one of them getting thrown at him as she started working on her hair. "Hurry up."