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 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."

[posterboymarine]

He pouted, even as he caught the towel. He would have been perfectly content to fuck her right there, in the shower. He was not waiting until they were dry.

He shut off the water and hurried after her, picking her up and dumping her on the bed. He tossed her towel away and started kissing her, still dripping water from his own body.

[neverwrongagent]

And of course they were right in the middle of a bed that was now going to be soaking wet when they got back. Not that she was going to stop him, of course. No way she was going to stop him when he was kissing her so marvelously. She wriggled some so she could get tight against his body, wrapping a leg around his thighs.

[posterboymarine]

He settled between her legs, grinding against her as they kissed. With her leg where it was, he was at the perfect angle to take her. Why pass on the opportunity, really. So he took it, and her, with a groan.

[neverwrongagent]

Really he was so accommodating of her needs. It was downright sweet. Really. Of course the way she told him so was to arch into him as he entered her, moaning happily, and drag her nails over his back. He should never doubt that she appreciated him.

[posterboymarine]

He arched back against her nails even as he pushed deep inside her. He wasted no time, immediately starting to move, to push them both.

[neverwrongagent]

Why waste time? She kept clawing at him, dragging her nails toward his ass to do her part in the pushing. She moaned happily at the feel of him under her nails. She was sure she was leaving lovely red marks on his pale skin. "So good. Keeps getting better." Which was true as they got to know each other better. Pure passion was one thing, and it was lovely, but this was better.

[posterboymarine]

He was not taking his time. This was the very definition of quickie. He drove into her with low growls, encouraging her to scratch at him more with his teeth on her collarbone.

[neverwrongagent]

She yelped a little at the bite, then dragged her nails harder. She could fight fire with fire. It was what she did. Of course, she couldn't push too hard as they were going to be in the car and walking a good deal. Still, it felt so good. "Love this." She swallowed hard. "Love you."

That wasn't something she said easily, still, but it was true.

[posterboymarine]

He nipped her again, then pulled back to look at her. "Love you, too." He drove harder into her, pushing himself toward release. His hope was that she was with him. She usually was.

[neverwrongagent]

Where else would she be? She lifted off the bed to drive harder against him. That would be more than enough to keep her right with him. He felt so good. And they were going to smell of sex all day, which would help her mood immensely. She groaned softly. "So close. Fuck, so good."

[posterboymarine]

That was all the encouragement he needed. He dug in, driving harder and deeper against her. He only lasted a few more moments, then he cried her name against her lips.

[neverwrongagent]

She fell just after him, pushed over the edge by the feeling of him pulsing inside her. That always felt amazing. She held onto him tightly, clutching at him inside and out as the waves of pleasure crashed through her. She was going to have a goofy grin for a while after this.