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]

The whipped cream comment made him give her a very skeptical look. Then he shook his head slightly. He just had no idea what to think of her sometimes. It was pretty entertaining, really.

Then she had to go and say something nice about him. He smiled and brushed his fingers over her cheek. "I'm glad you think so."

[neverwrongagent]

She was a deeply, deeply unpredictable woman. He should be used to that by now. She rubbed against his hand, purring louder. "I do think so. Wouldn't be here if I didn't." She was going to build a life with him, a real one, so she'd better think so.

"So, we need a town with lakes, with houses on lakes." She thought for a long moment. "Maybe a small college. Easier to hide with the turn over of population." Easier to get work, too.

[posterboymarine]

Unpredictable did not even begin to cover it. He leaned over and kissed her cheek. "I really think we should check out Scottsbluff. It's really the ass end of nowhere."

His hand returned to her thigh and he rubbed lightly.

[neverwrongagent]

She nodded. That's where they were headed. If it was big enough to hide in, it probably had a community college. Maybe. Or something that would work. It just sounded so normal. "Could you describe it another way? Please?" She shuddered a little. "That sounds so...unsanitary."

[posterboymarine]

"It's about 50 clicks past nowhere?" He smiled and rolled his eyes at her. "Better?"

[neverwrongagent]

She burst out laughing. "Marginally. But only that." She shook her head at him. "I just want it to be pretty. I want to live somewhere pretty."

[posterboymarine]

"Virginia is pretty." He hoped Scottsbluff would be, too. He'd lived in enough shit. Pretty would be very good.

[neverwrongagent]

She nodded. "This won't look like that, though. Flatter in most places. I think." She had no real idea what it looked like. Just little pictures in the guide book. "I'm sure we can find something. We're clever."

[posterboymarine]

"And on the run." He leaned over and kissed her shoulder. Then he settled back, his hand still rubbing at her thigh, slowly working higher again.

[neverwrongagent]

She held out for a long time before she shifted her legs a little to encourage him to move up and touch her more. Or at least more intimately. She did manage to hold out on the groan, though. "I'd say like Bonnie and Clyde, but we look better." She glanced at him. "And we'll end better. Much better."

[posterboymarine]

He obliged her, brushing his fingers against her crotch again. "Thelma and Louise without the cliff?"

[neverwrongagent]

She burst out laughing even as she lifted her hips toward his hand. "I see you more as Brad Pitt than Susan Sarandaon, really." Not that she could see that, really, either. He was more Montgomery Cliff. Or...someone. Not Brad Pitt. Thankfully.

[posterboymarine]

He pressed a little harder against her as she rose up to meet his touch. "You don't mean that."

[neverwrongagent]

Her groan managed to turn into a rough laugh. "More Sarandon than Pitt? Yes. Absolutely." She rocked as much as she could against his hand. "More Gregory Peck than either of them, of course."

[posterboymarine]

He lifted both eyebrows at that, clearly not believing her. "Flatterer." He moved to unzip her fly, curious to see if she'd stop him. Being off the highway, they didn't have to worry about anyone coming up next to them and seeing what he was doing.

[neverwrongagent]

She shrugged. It wasn't the best choice, but it was better than Sarandon. By far. She shifted slightly so he could reach better. Soon she'd need to raise up if he really wanted to reach. "Just calling it like I see it. Always thought you were cute."

[posterboymarine]

He got a hand inside her pants, turning some in his seat so he could work her better. Now there was just a thin layer of cotton between them and he planned to make the most of the opportunity to tease her.

"Cute? Really?"

[neverwrongagent]

She groaned again, having to work not to close her eyes. This was harder than she remembered. "Yes, really. Okay, beat up, but cute."

[posterboymarine]

He knew he was getting to her, so he kept right on teasing. "Cute?"

[neverwrongagent]

She gave him such a look, then rolled her eyes. "Yes. Tall, straight, nice eyes. Very cute. Of course, after you filled out you looked even better." She shrugged. "I like how you look."

[posterboymarine]

"You know, some people actually use the word 'handsome.'" He pressed his fingers roughly against her, then leaned in close and growled against her ear. "Because I think you're beautiful."

[neverwrongagent]

She started to laugh, then she flushed slightly. She usually got pretty. Also crazy. "I use the word handsome. I'd use it for you. When you're dressed up." She reached up and touched his cheek. "But in jeans, smiling at me, you're cute."

It was the smiling part. Handsome was too serious.

[posterboymarine]

He nodded. "Okay. I accept cute." He pressed his fingers a little harder against her, then back off to just teasing.

[neverwrongagent]

She shook her head at him, biting back another low moan. He was a horrible tease. "You do? That's good." She was gonna use that, later, when she could think straight. For now she was going to rock against him and concentrate on the road.

[posterboymarine]

He laughed, then lightened up his tease until it was the barest touch. "What kind of sandwiches did they make us?"