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 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.

[neverwrongagent]

She made a soft noise of pleasure when he was so obliging. Then she moved her hand lower, slowly brushing it over his groin as a promise rather than a tease. He felt so solid, so real, in the midst of all the crazy they had. Of course, he always did for her.

[posterboymarine]

His eyes fluttered at her touch and he pulled away to look at her with a soft smile. "The things I'm going to do to you, Carrie, when we finally settle." He licked his lips, then attacked her with another kiss.

[neverwrongagent]

The difference between that sweet smile and the way he attacked her lips made her giggle softly. It also made her circle her hand around him and start stoking slowly. She moaned softly as she sped her hand.

[posterboymarine]

The faster she stroked, the harder he kissed her. If she kept it up, he was going to explode and be done before they even go to scrubbing her back to washing himself at all. Which just meant it would be easier for him to focus on her.

Which seemed like a lovely idea.

[neverwrongagent]

She didn't much care if they did anything for her. Not that it wouldn't be nice, but it could wait. If they finished this, he would sleep better. Maybe she would knowing that. She pressed harder into the kiss just as she sped her hand over him and held him more tightly.

[posterboymarine]

He had to let go of her, to put one of his hands on the walk behind her to keep himself upright. He tried to give her an out, to give her a chance to stop if she didn't want to finish him like this, by easing up on the kiss just a little.

[neverwrongagent]

This sounded like fun. He'd make such pretty noises. And she liked when he did that. Also when he twitched happily. She moved her hand a little faster, but din't pull out of the kiss at all.

One nice thing....clean up would be easy.

[posterboymarine]

WHen she didn't take the out, he moaned against her lips, then shifted to rest his head on her shoulder. His release came only a few moments later and he whimpered her name against her neck.

[neverwrongagent]

She stayed close to him, huddled against him, and smiled when he spilled over her hand. She held onto him after he was empty, not wanting to make him jump. When she finally washed them both off, she groaned happily. "Hmmm, I like showers with you."

[posterboymarine]

He laughed weakly and nodded. "I like them, too." When he finally felt confident that he could stand up straight, he grinned down at her. "And I haven't even washed your back yet."

[neverwrongagent]

She couldn't help it, she burst out laughing so hard she leaned against the wall to hold herself up. The very last thing she cared about was her back. Still, she got herself together enough to turn around and give him her back. She brushed her hair out of the way and waited.

[posterboymarine]

He didn't think she was actually going to offer herself up. Still, he was no fool and he grabbed the cheap soap and got to work. While his hands moved over her back, he kissed the top of her head.

[neverwrongagent]

He would have been surprised at what she would have offered him. Of course, she surprised him a lot, still. At the moment, all she could do was moan thickly at how his hands felt, those lovely big hands.

[posterboymarine]

He chuckled softly and started soaping the rest of her. In for a penny, in for a pound, and all that. When he was done with her backside, he turned her and started the front.

[neverwrongagent]

She turned around with a weak groan. He could have kept doing that and she'd have been perfectly happy. Her eyes were closed, her knees were weak. It was the best she'd felt in a while. She got herself well braced and waited.