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 laughed softly as he nodded. Then he glanced at the backseat, then back at her, a grin spreading across his lips. "Wanna break it in?"

[neverwrongagent]

She looked back at the seat and sputtered loudly. Given what she'd just been thinking, she wasn't at all sure she could manage it. She looked back at him, though, and the grin was enough to make her willing to try. "I'm going to develop a thing about cars." She leaned over and kissed him gently. "And you."

[posterboymarine]

He grinned more broadly, then leaned in to kiss her again, not nearly as gently as she had kissed him. "Already have a thing for you, so we'll be fine."

[neverwrongagent]

His expression cracked her up, but it didn't stop her from unbuckling her belt and working her way into the backseat. She made a point to waggle her ass at him on her way past. The back was roomier than she thought and she sprawled to one side, wiggling more. "A thing for me? I like that."

[posterboymarine]

He took a quick glance around, then climbed between the seats after her. He growled softly at her wiggling, grabbing her hips and dragging her closer to him. Then he went to work getting her pants out of his way. While his hands worked, he started kissing her, urging her to lay down with the position of his body.

[neverwrongagent]

She went more than willingly, caressing his shoulders and chest as they got settled. Once she was settled again, well under him, she started attacking his clothes. It wasn't smart to get his shirt off, but she wanted as much skin as she could get, so she did it anyway. Once she had that, she got distracted in kissing and caressing him. He felt so damn good she moaned.

[posterboymarine]

He pulled her pants off her and growled roughly as he got his hands on skin. He started teasing her right away, leaving her to get enough of him free to make him useful. His lips pressed firmly enough to hers to smother her moans, to swallow it in one of his own.

[neverwrongagent]

Big as it was, the car was already rocking. All anyone could see from outside was him, really, but they'd know she was under there. That was fine with her. She happily got him free, taking time to caress him. He felt good in her hands, firm and real.

[posterboymarine]

About the time she got her hand on him, he had fingers inside her. She was so tight and wet he groaned against her lips. He needed her, needed to be buried in that heat. With a low, long moan against her lips, he bucked his hips to indicate exactly what he wanted.

[neverwrongagent]

She needed him, too, but she perversely made them wait, taking another minute to stroke him. Her nails pressed very lightly over his length as she rocked against his fingers. She moaned thickly against his lips. She really did love how quickly they went from zero to sixty. She hoped that never changed.

[posterboymarine]

He bucked hard against her hand, despite her nails, and moaned again. The teasing was torture and made him want her that much more. Which she probably knew and that was why she as doing it.

[neverwrongagent]

She would never use a word like torture in anything involving them, not ever. Tease worked so much better, particularly as she ran her nail over the head of his cock before finally letting him go. She shifted a little, wanting them lined up. "Please, baby."

[posterboymarine]

He took his fingers from her and pulled her close enough to drive into her. Once he was buried in her heat, he moaned her name, then started moving. This was not slow, lingering passion. This was burning fire and his pace matched that need in him.

[neverwrongagent]

If they caught fire, she'd have only one regret. She rocked with him, wrapping one leg around him so she could get him deeper, harder. He felt amazing, perfect, and with every thrust she was more sure they were going to ignite. "Fucking love this."

[posterboymarine]

His eyes fluttered closed and he started grunting with each thrust. She could do all the talking she wanted, he just needed to feel her.

[neverwrongagent]

She saw his expression change and grinned. The grunts were nice too, so long as they were part of those deep thrusts. "So strong. Getting stronger, I can tell." She bucked hard into him as a way of signalling just how she could tell. She grabbed at his ass, pulling him closer.

[posterboymarine]

His growl deepened and he pulled her into a deep kiss, forcing her to focus. He was so very close, she had to be able to feel that.

[neverwrongagent]

She was completely focused. Focused enough to feel him hardening inside her in preparation. She shuddered hard, pressing into the kiss with a moan. Her leg tightened around him, pulling her harder against him. With a shudder, she realized how close she was. She'd fall when he did, she knew it.

[posterboymarine]

He moaned his release against her lips as he exploded. His whole body tensed and he pressed her into the seat with a quick series of hard thrusts.

[neverwrongagent]

The way his body tensed was enough to send her over the edge. She dug her fingers into his ass, pulling him harder against her. Her body was on fire, tingling everywhere all the way down to her toes. "Holy fuck."

[posterboymarine]

He chuckled as he kissed her, his body relaxing against her. They couldn't stay there long, but they still had a few minutes.

[neverwrongagent]

And they had a perfectly good bed back at the motel. One they could actually spread out on. Still, she stayed tucked against him, groaning happily. "You have to promise me regular car sex, even if we never leave the driveway."

[posterboymarine]

He laughed against her neck and nodded. "Yes, ma'am." After nipping her neck, he pulled back to find his shirt. "At least once a week."

[neverwrongagent]

She laughed softly and nodded. "At least. Beautiful." She kissed his chest quickly before he covered up, then pulled at her own clothes. "Also, backyard sex. Nice big lounge chairs with thick cushions." She added that to her mental furniture list. Then she groaned. They had to fill a whole house, including baby things. She hoped to hell he liked shopping. "Still so much to do."

[posterboymarine]

He climbed out of the back seat through the door, adjusting his pants as he stood. Then he winked at her before getting back in the driver's seat. "We'll do it. Don't worry."