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 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.

[neverwrongagent]

She really couldn't stop her groan at the thought of a real bed as she adjusted the driver's seat for the difference in their heights and adjusted the mirror. When she had everything right, she looked at the map for a few minutes, trying to figure out the most likely safe place.

She kept driving until they were well into Ohio and everything started to flatten out. That made her a touch nervous, but she still got off the highway and headed for a moderately sized town. Big enough to have a Motel 6 or something on the edge. When she found one, she almost cheered.

[posterboymarine]

The change in the speed of the car as she left the highway started to wake him. By the time she found the motel, he was awake enough to smile at her. But he waited to squeeze her hand until they'd parked. "You want my hat?"

[neverwrongagent]

She looked at him oddly, then nodded. "Yeah, probably." She leaned over and kissed him. "Shouldn't take me long. You keep down."

She headed in, keeping her head down, and got them a room at the end for one night. The might not stay the whole night, but they'd stay long enough to sleep, really sleep, for a bit.

[posterboymarine]

When she returned to the car, he smiled at her from where he was hunched down in the seat. "We good here?"

[neverwrongagent]

She shrugged as she got them headed to the end of the motel, on the back side. "Good as it's gonna get, but the door has a lock and he said the showers are nice and big." All of which sounded like perfection, really.

[posterboymarine]

"Sounds good to me." He waited until she had the door to the room unlocked before he got out. Then he slipped into the room and threw himself down on the bed with a groan.

[neverwrongagent]

She watched him with a fond smile for a long moment, then kicked her shoes off and slid in beside him, her head on his shoulder. They needed to eat again, but she didn't care. She groaned softly as she settled in.

[posterboymarine]

He got an arm around her and pulled her close. "Where are we?" He pressed his lips to her hair, then sniffed. "And one of us needs a shower."

[neverwrongagent]

She elbowed him, lightly. "Yeah. One of us." He'd been the one working out until just before they left. Still, she wriggled a little closer with a happy sigh. "And we are in Ohio. Aren't you excited?"

[posterboymarine]

"Ohio? Very exciting." He pulled her against him, then atop him. "Flip ya for the shower?"

[neverwrongagent]

She went up onto him with a soft cry and some wriggles, just for fun. It felt good to be against him, really good, and she could feel the stress lessening. "Flip? Screw that." She wriggled again. "I expect back scrubbing."