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 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."

[posterboymarine]

He would easily enough get behind that idea and he nodded. "Okay. Back scrubbing. Hair washing,too?" They might as well take the time while they had it.

[neverwrongagent]

She groaned loudly enough that she thought someone in the hall would be able to hear her. And she didn't care. "Oh yeah, hair washing. Absolutely." With wriggling and squirming required, but she didn't think he'd mind.

[posterboymarine]

"Then we should go do that." He sat up a little to kiss her, then rolled so that she was under him. He stayed there for a few moments before pulling back off her and starting to strip his clothes off.

[neverwrongagent]

She groaned loudly when he got up. That was a wicked tease and he would pay later. She followed him slowly, stripping her own clothes as she went towards the bathroom. "Where ever we find needs a big shower for those long arms of yours." He would bruise his elbows otherwise.

She got the water started, nice and hot.

[posterboymarine]

He managed just fine in tiny showers, but the sentiment was nice. He leaned against the door frame and watched her, waiting until she declared the shower perfect.

[neverwrongagent]

Her declaration came in the form of a deep groan when she stepped into the shower. Before the groan drowned out, she reached for him, drawing him in with her. "Hurry up before I use up all the hot."

[posterboymarine]

He slipped in behind her and wrapped his arms around her before moving her out from under the water. He was nice enough to make it so she got run off and wasn't out in the cold completely.

[neverwrongagent]

She groaned again at the combination of his heat and the water. Perfect was the only word she could think of. She fit so well. She always had. "Gonna be nice and flat for a while, easy driving."

[posterboymarine]

He shook his head. "Shhh, no talk about driving while we aren't." He pressed his lips to the top of her head and sighed deeply. "Which will not be until after sleep."

[neverwrongagent]

She had to laugh at that, but she completely agreed. It would be nice to be somewhere that didn't move for a while. Somewhere they wouldn't be seen. And the beds looked solid enough. "Hmmmm, sleep."

[posterboymarine]

Her tone made him laugh again, then he reached for the provided shampoo. "And yes, we will sleep. Eventually."

[neverwrongagent]

She glanced up at him. "Eventually?" She shook her head. "After we get a few other things done, I guess." She flushed very slightly while a few of those things crossed through her mind. All of them sounded good."

[posterboymarine]

"Like washing your hair." He set to work on that, working his fingers against her scalp. As he washed, he stayed pressed against her back, letting her feel his body's reaction to what they were doing.

[neverwrongagent]

She groaned, very loudly. "Okay, you are now on official hair washing duty forever." She leaned hard against him. "Later I'll rub your feet or something." Or something.

[posterboymarine]

He laughed, long and low, at her comment. Then he tilted her head back to rinse, taking the opportunity to steal a kiss from her.

[neverwrongagent]

She turned them around enough that she could wrap her arms around his waist and press hard against him. He felt so amazingly good. He felt right. After a little while, she started running her fingers over his chest, tracing familiar lines.

[posterboymarine]

He kissed her, his hands moving over her back. It would escalate, and soon, but he wanted to enjoy touching her for a little while.

[neverwrongagent]

Somewhere during the kiss she realized she was smiling. She hadn't really done that for days. Leaning into him more, she slid a hand down to his ass and squeezed hard.

[posterboymarine]

That squeeze just made him press against her more. He groaned against her mouth, then ran his hands down her back, nails dragging ever so slightly.

[neverwrongagent]

And that squeeze was permission for her to molest him properly. She slid one hand around to his belly where she let her own nails drag some. She wanted to feel him shiver before she pushed any further.

[posterboymarine]

She got the shiver she wanted, and another groan. His fingers curled against her hips, pulling her flush against him as he stepped back to press her against the shower stall wall.