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 breathed heavy in her ear as he moved, occasionally nipping her lobe or her shoulder. His hands slid back to her hips and he held her still as he rocked against her.

[neverwrongagent]

Being held still that way made her even more turned on. He was giving her plenty of amazing sensations, but she couldn't give him much more than closing around him and trying to arch up. He was driving her crazy and he was barely working at it. "Just gets better. Can't believe that it gets better."

[posterboymarine]

He smirked against her shoulder, then worked a hand around and brushed against her belly. That was all the warning she got before he pinched her clit.

[neverwrongagent]

She expected to be touched, but not that way. She yelped, hen moaned deeply. He didn't fight fair, this man she loved, he never had. She wanted to call him a brat, but didn't think it would go over well. Plus she was still moaning happily. If he did that again, she was going to fall right over the edge.

[posterboymarine]

He rubbed, soothing where he had pinched, before pinching her again. Why she expected him to fight fair, ever, was beyond him. She knew him, in some ways better than he knew himself, and fairness had never played into things between them.

[neverwrongagent]

The rub before the pinch confused her, even though it shouldn't have. It only made the pinch go through her that much stronger and she swore fervently, very nearly begging him to do it again. She bucked into him, forcing him deeper. "Delicious. Love this, the way it feels."

[posterboymarine]

He held her tight as he drove into her, whispering how good she felt in her ear. He told her how much better than drugs she was, which might not have been fair, putting that on her, but it was the truth all the same.

[neverwrongagent]

Although she was on decent meds now, she'd used him as a drug before. She'd used lots of men for that and none of them got close to reaching her the way he did so she understood completely what he meant. Together they were healing, they were building, not tearing down. She nodded firmly and echoed his words back to him like a prayer.

[posterboymarine]

"Love you." That was probably also not terribly fair, but he wasn't playing fair anyway, so what did it matter. He pressed his teeth hard to her shoulder, coming close to breaking skin.

[neverwrongagent]

She couldn't answer that with words, not in the middle of the act, not when they still felt like they were on the run. But she nodded strongly in agreement, wanting him to be clear that she agreed. It helped that she was panting with need and it would have been very difficult for her to get anything out.

[posterboymarine]

The nod was enough, this time, and he bit down just a little harder. She was going to bruise spectacularly. He found her clit again and pinched hard as his thrusting increased.

[neverwrongagent]

And with that, although she didn't know if it was the pinch or the bite or both, she was done. Now she did cry out, loudly, and bucked hard against him. Feeling him drive into her only made the tremors that much stronger. If it got much better between them, as they settled, she'd finally go completely mad. "Fuck, how is this so good?"

[posterboymarine]

He growled softly before following her. He couldn't answer her until he's caught his breath, and he was going to need a few minutes for that. He rolled over, pulling her tight against him and kissing where he had bitten.

[neverwrongagent]

The kiss made her tremble and she pressed harder against him. Being curled that way made her feel tiny and safe. She wondered if she'd ever get used to feeling that way with him. Would she take it for granted? She reached up and caressed his cheek. "Big bed, thick door."

[posterboymarine]

He chuckled softly. "Why the thick door?"

[neverwrongagent]

She glanced over at him and found her breath. "So we don't wake anyone up."

[posterboymarine]

"Planning on getting louder, baby?" It was a tease and a challenge. He ran his hand over her belly, tracing his fingers low.

[neverwrongagent]

She snorted loudly. "You know how I can get." Alone in the cabin she hadn't been at all shy about showing her pleasure. "You should know when you're doing good work."

[posterboymarine]

"I do like the feedback." He nuzzled her shoulder and kissed the bite again. "All kinds of feedback."

[neverwrongagent]

She jerked against him again, whimpering. If he kept abusing that spot it was going to hurt. Of course, then she'd be reminded of how good she felt right now. "I'll be sure to be specific next time, then." She laughed. "Maybe draw diagrams."

[posterboymarine]

"Better things for you to do with your hands then draw." He rubbed her belly again, then closed his eyes and sighed softly. "Like rubbing my head."

[neverwrongagent]

She shifted slowly so she didn't disturb him too much. When she settled, she gently rubbed his head, concentrating at his temples and the base of his spine where he carried stress. "Feels so different this way." She leaned in to kiss his head. "Kind of like it."

[posterboymarine]

He touched her belly again, then chuckled. "Hair's growing back."

[neverwrongagent]

She couldn't quite ruffle his hair, but she could feel it against her palm as she rubbed him. "Starting to." She smiled softly, imagining it grown back out properly. "The first time I can really grab it, I'm probably going to hurt you."

[posterboymarine]

That got a good, deep laugh from him. "I'll try to prepare myself." He kissed her shoulder as he settled into the feel of her hand on his head. "Of course, this is nice, too. Maybe I'll leave it like this." It was an unfair tease.