neverwrongagent | Running away from home. Just like kids.

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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Of course he wouldn't do it, but teasing her was fun. Especially when she pouted like that. "I could be convinced to see things your way."

She ran her fingertips over his head, just like there was really enough hair there to ruffle. Then she did it again with a little more pressure. It felt even better than she expected and she moan softly. "I'll keep working at it. Reminding you why I'm right on this issue."

His moan joined hers and he shivered slightly. "You do that, baby."

She laughed softly. "We are never going to get out of bed. Never." She didn't sound remotely upset about that. She kept caressing him, just barely letting her nails drag over his skin. "We'll get a fridge. It'll be great."

"Get a dog, teach it to fetch food and drink and let itself out." His eyes fluttered shut and he moaned again, low in his chest. What she was doing felt wonderful.

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She dissolved into giggles at that image, thrown from the moment somewhat. Not that she stopped petting him, she'd never do that. "Put in a doggy door." Not that they could really do that with the baby, but it was a funny image. "It'll be perfect."

He grinned at her giggles and snuggled in closer so she could reach more. "We'll get right on that."

She nodded firmly. Not that they could get the dog until they moved in, but the image was great. "Soon we'll be all settled in. Start a fire. Drink...juice." She sighed softly. "Just juice."

He wrapped his arms around her, nuzzling at her neck as she pet him. "Right. Juice."

She sighed again, moving closer. "Kid will owe me an apology, eventually." She looked up at him hopefully, as though he'd give her some reprieve.

The only reprieve he had for her was a soft kiss and a tap on the nose. "Now rest. So that call will come."

She grumbled all the while she got comfortable against him. Then she grumbled more that the call probably wouldn't come that soon. Then she sighed deeply and settled to sleep. It was all an act because halfway through all the grumbling she yawned hugely. "Sleep. Sleep is good."

He nodded, encouraging her, so that he could follow her. Once she was asleep, he lightly rubbed her belly and watched for for a time before succumbing himself.

It was the phone that woke him and he answered it with a low grumble. He did have enough sense to only answer with his first name and not with his still almost automatic use of his last. A few words passed between he and the caller, then he hung up and leaned over to kiss her cheek.

"I hope you like that house."

She woke when the phone rang, managing to keep from jumping to answer it. He kept his voice low because she had been sleeping, and she couldn't really hear him, which annoyed her enough that she didn't parse his words.

She sat up to ask him what he'd said, then it sunk in and her jaw dropped. "Really?

He smirked. "Really." He combed his fingers into her hair with a smile, then kissed her softly. "Seller said we could move in while we wait for closing."

She let out a soft moan, then moved to kiss him again, much more firmly. As she kissed him, she moved closer, wrapping herself around him. They could probably move in after a couple more days. Less than a week before they were truly alone together. "We need a bed and some dishes. Everything else can wait."

A woman had to have her priorities.

He rolled his eyes at her list of needs, then shifted so she was on top of him and he was looking up at her. "Might need food, for those dishes, and sheets for that bed."

She waved a hand dismissively as she settled with her lips against his throat. "Sheets are for sissies and we can get delivery." Not that sheets wouldn't be nice. And a big couch. But they could wait a week. "Coffee, though, we'll need coffee."

"Coffee. Yes." He ran his hand over her hair and groaned softly. "I'll be glad to get out of this motel."

She groaned deeply and nodded. "I need more walls. And windows. I need more windows." The one in their room wasn't tiny, but it faced a parking lot and they never opened it. Their house had big windows which faced land and water that was theirs.

Their house. Theirs. She shuddered.

"Mm. Windows. Yes." He pulled her into a gentle, slow kiss, then smiled at her. "And a thick door."

She laughed at that. "And neighbors nowhere in earshot." She intended to have him, loudly, on that back porch outside the bedroom. Perhaps nightly for a while until she felt like the place was really theirs.

He laughed with her, rolling his eyes. "No one to hear your belly aching about being a whale?"

She smacked his shoulder hard, laughing. "It's a good thing I like you or I'd bite." He liked it when she bit him, of course, but that wasn't the point. It was mean to tease about getting huge. Particularly since he'd done it to her. "Brat."

"If you liked me, you would bite." He winked up at her, then kissed her again. "Should we celebrate?"

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