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 came back to her after a few moments and leaned next to her against the back of the car. "We driving straight through?"

[neverwrongagent]

She groaned at the thought. They should. They really should go until they had to stop. Certainly a lot longer than they already had. He needed sleep and she would soon. "Probably not. Showers and bed, even for as little as five hours, will do us a world of good." She thought for a long moment. "The closer we get, the smaller the roads we should take."

[posterboymarine]

He turned to face her and nodded. "Someplace small. Someplace off the highway." He brushed his fingers over her cheek, then kissed her. "You get to drive, though."

[neverwrongagent]

She practically melted against him with a low moan. He felt so good, so solid. When he pulled back, she nodded. "You got it. You sleep, I'll find a place." She'd get them someplace safe. Reaching down, she smacked his ass. "Climb in. Let's get going."

[posterboymarine]

He groaned softly, then pulled her against him and firmly kissed her. They didn't really have time for this, but he needed that connection and reassurance.

[neverwrongagent]

They really didn't have time, but that only meant she pressed harder against him, wrapping her arms around his neck. He tasted so damn good and she found herself tightening her grip. He was going to have to make her let go.

[posterboymarine]

He made no move to make her release him, not yet. He deepened the kiss with a whimper, turning them so he could sit her on the trunk. This was a horrible idea, a waste of time, and dangerous. But he was going to kiss her a little more, all the same.

[neverwrongagent]

It was an awful idea, but they had a way of turning those around. She groaned happily as she wrapped a leg around him and shifted closer. It wasn't the best balanced position, but it got her hard against him. He felt so good.

[posterboymarine]

He let the kiss, and her against him, go on for a few more moments, then he got his arms around her and pulled her with him. The back passenger side door was his destination and he managed to get it open and them both inside without dropping her.

[neverwrongagent]

She couldn't help laughing while he carted her off to the first flat place he could find. The car was just about big enough for her to be in the back. He was going to hang over something wicked. She was going to count it a major victory if some trucker blew the horn at them.

[posterboymarine]

He shook his head at her when she laughed. They had a history of stunts like this, ill timed and dangerous. Why buck the system now?

Reaching between them, he got her pants open and his hand inside as he deepened the kiss further. They would have to be quick, or they'd run the risk of getting caught.

[neverwrongagent]

She wormed her hands between him, getting to work on his pants before hers. She wanted to touch him at least once before they got to her pants. She needed it. Of course, if she wasn't careful, she'd pop his buttons.

[posterboymarine]

He shifted so she could work, his fingers rubbing against her as his tongue teased at her mouth. He strained against the crotch of his pants, jumping every time she touched him.

Finally, he had to break the kiss, to look at her and whimper her name. "Need this."

[neverwrongagent]

She shuddered hard. She needed him, too. They'd do so much better if they could just have this moment. She dug her fingers into his hip, trying to hold him closer. "You got this. Got it."

[posterboymarine]

He ground against her for another moment, then rid them of the bits of clothing separating them. He needed her heat, her warmth. A few beats later, he got it, as he sank into her with a whimper. They only had a few moments to spare to this, a few moments of bliss before reality came crashing back down on them.

[neverwrongagent]

She practically swore at the pleasure of it. Complete. All she could do was move against him, rocking slightly and closing around him. They'd gone so fast he felt huge inside her.

[posterboymarine]

He ground and rocked against her, his lips pressed to her neck. He was not going to last, the risk associated with this driving him to his release so much faster. The only thing, in his mind, that might be more intense would be the certain knowledge that people with guns were moments away. Although, for all her knew, they might be.

[neverwrongagent]

She was convinced, for this moment anyway, that they'd gotten away clear so far. What she'd think when they were done, she had no idea. Groaning at how good he felt, she rocked harder against him. She needed him so badly.

[posterboymarine]

This was so much like the first time that he was surprised when his release slammed through him. He cried her name as he strained, emptying inside her.

[neverwrongagent]

She hadn't thought about that at all, but if she did, it would have been good. A new start. Back to their beginnings so they could start fresh. She tightened around him, pushing him hard.

[posterboymarine]

He kept moving, even after he was empty. He wanted her to feel the same thing he had, to get that clarity. Especially since he was absolutely going to pass out once they got moving again.

[neverwrongagent]

She shuddered hard when she felt him let go, but she didn't let go herself into a long moment later. That let her really feel his climax. Closing her eyes tightly, she bucked hard against him. Then she thrashed a little, drawing out every ounce of pleasure she could. When she finally stilled beneath him, she whimpered.

[posterboymarine]

At the whimper, he grinned. "Should have done that hours ago, baby." He nipped her shoulder before pulling away and getting himself pulled back together.

[neverwrongagent]

She lay on the car for a moment, exposed almost completely, before she made herself get down and pull up her pants. She had no energy to be shy about her body. Groaning, she got dressed pretty quickly, though. Not shy wasn't the same as wanting to flash some poor family.

She shook her head. "Real bed at some point. Something that doesn't move."

[posterboymarine]

That made him laugh as he nodded. "Yes, ma'am." He helped her out of the car with a smirk, pulling her into a quick kiss. "I'll let you find that real bed. I'm going to sleep." After another kiss, he slid into the front passenger's sleep and reclined it, his eyes closed before she even got the car started.