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 kept right on begging, his fingers tightening in her hair more. He couldn't help the rocking under her, the way his hips moved in response. "Baby, you keep that up and I'm going to explode."

[neverwrongagent]

She glanced up at him, her expression clearly indicating that she pretty much hoped so, then she went back to work. Of course, she was hoping she'd get it timed better than that, but she wouldn't mind if she didn't. At least so long as he kept making those noises.

She took him in deeply, running her tongue over him.

[posterboymarine]

He briefly wondered if this qualified as road head before moaning again. He directed her the slightest account, then let go of her hair to cup one of her breasts. That brought its own deep moan from him.

[neverwrongagent]

She answered him with a deep whimper. He wasn't fighting fair. Not that she was, but that was beside the point. She took him deep for a long moment, then switched to faster, shallower strokes with lots of teeth. She wanted him twitching under her.

[posterboymarine]

And twitch he did. And shudder. And moan, a lot. Someone was going to notice. They couldn't really afford that, but the possibility was driving him on all the same.

[neverwrongagent]

Those noises were doing wonders for her mood. She was going to insist that he return the favor when they stopped for the night. Return the favor until his jaw hurt. That thought made her go faster. They really didn't have much more time.

She groaned around him and ran a hand over his belly to encourage him.

[posterboymarine]

He'd be happy to do it, too. All of it. He raised his hips, driving into her mouth. His fingers pressed into her breast and he whimpered her name in warning.

[neverwrongagent]

She didn't pull back when he moved, choosing to take him as deeply as she could instead. She did groan happily around him as an encouragement. That and the soft caresses a little lower. They did need to get moving, after all.

[posterboymarine]

It didn't make much and he went rigid under her, spilling into her mouth. Her name spilled from his lips at the same time.

[neverwrongagent]

Hearing her name made her smile around him while she cleaned him off. When she sat back, she looked quite reasonably smug. "Once we settle, you've got to promise me something."

[posterboymarine]

At that particular moment, he would have promised her anything in the world. Still, it might be good to know what he was getting himself into. "What's that?"

While he await her answer, he got his seat readjusted, then sighed contently.

[neverwrongagent]

She laughed softly at his sigh as she shifted back up into her seat and considered her belt. "We keep fucking in cars when we're settled." She meant it. For them, it was downright romantic.

[posterboymarine]

He started laughing, nodding as he did so. That was not exactly what he'd been expecting. "Sounds good to me."

[neverwrongagent]

She shrugged, grinning at him. They'd started in a car after all. It seemed reasonable. "Might need a bigger car eventually, you giant." They should sell that one after they got settled, get a new one.

[posterboymarine]

He stared at her, rolling his eyes. "I am not a giant. You're just short." He leaned over to kiss her, his hand on the key in the ignition. That was when the knock came on the window.

[neverwrongagent]

"I am no--" Carrie didn't jump. Much. But her eyes went wide at the knock. She was glad that she hadn't had to get dressed because she probably wouldn't have. She looked up at the window, putting on her best innocent look.

Luckily, that was a look she had down pat.

[posterboymarine]

Brody turned and looked at the State Patrol officer standing at his door. He gave the man an embarrassed smile. "Officer."

The cop looked both of them over, his eyes lingering on the map a moment. "You folks okay?"

"Yes, Officer. Just checking the map."

[neverwrongagent]

Carrie reached immediately for the map book that was between the seats. It was fairly well thumbed and opened right to one of the big maps. She waved it helpfully at the nice officer. She also beamed at him innocently. "He never believes me without looking himself."

[posterboymarine]

Brody smiled at the officer. "You wouldn't happen to know where there might be a place to eat nearby, would you?"

The cop stared at both of them for another moment before giving Brody direction to a diner just a ways up the highway. Then, with a tip of his hat, he headed back to his car.

Once the door was closed, Brody turned the key and pulled out into traffic. He waited until the parked car was out of sight before looking at Carrie.

[neverwrongagent]

She looked back at him for a long moment, then groaned loudly and but her head back against her seat. "Three minutes the other way and..." She shook her head. "Fuck. I was looking forward to doing that again tomorrow." She snorted a small laugh.

[posterboymarine]

"Guess we just don't stop next time." He winked at her, then started looking for the place the cop had recommended. "And you get to drive after we eat."

[neverwrongagent]

She rolled her eyes at him again, having no intention of molesting him to that point while the drove at highway speeds. "Fine, fine, but you have to pick a town. That way I can start looking for some place to stay."

[posterboymarine]

"Food, then lodging. Copy that." He spotted the exit and took it, pulling into the diner parking lot. Once he was out of the car and stretching, he winked at her again. "How much longer should we go today?"

[neverwrongagent]

That was an excellent question and she waited to answer it until they were inside and looking at menus. "As long as we can, I think." They'd made eight hours the day before. If they could make ten today they would have about six the next. That left them a good part of the day to get settled wherever they decided to land.

[posterboymarine]

He checked his watch and nodded. "So until sundown, at least." That would give them plenty of miles. He went back to looking at the menu, trying to decide what would cause the least trouble later.