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]

"Impressive." She was doing better then he had with the driving thing. Of course, he was building her up a little more slowly, too. Sort of.

He put more pressure against her, looking for another groan. With his free hand, he rubbed his own budding erection through his pants. "See what you do to me."

[neverwrongagent]

"To yo--" She glanced over. "Oh. Yeah, well, I could have used a change of panties. You'll live." She might not if he kept teasing her that way. She hadn't teased him. Well, not that much. She wriggled against his hand a little. "We're gonna catch fire when we can touch each other at the same time."

[posterboymarine]

"Let's hope not." He pushed the cotton out of his way and finally brushed a fingertip against her clit. Right before he did it, he made sure there was no oncoming traffic, just in case.

[neverwrongagent]

It was good he checked because, the moment he touched her just there, her eyes rolled back in her head. She had to take a couple deep breaths before she could open them again. "Fuck. A little more? Please?"

[posterboymarine]

He waited again until traffic was good, then he started lightly rubbing. He was still teasing, but now he could only move forward. Stopping was now not really an option.

[neverwrongagent]

She had to lean back hard on her seat, straining not to put her foot down too hard. She shuddered when he hit her just the right way. And then she started swearing again. Fluently, real fluently. She told him exactly what she was gonna do to him when they stopped.

[posterboymarine]

He did enjoy how she was much more creative in her swearing than he was, especially given that he was a Marine. Had been a Marine. Whatever. It made him press her more, flirt with giving her what she really wanted. Oh, she'd get it, but she was going to have to earn it.

[neverwrongagent]

She kept shaking her head slightly, working to stay in control. It took work. Her mutterings got more creative and more intense. She was very close to begging and it showed. "Fuck! I wasn't so mean."

[posterboymarine]

"You weren't? I seem to remember having to pull over because I couldn't do anything else." He barely pressed his finger inside her with a grin. "You're still driving."

[neverwrongagent]

"For now." She was determined to keep driving, but not if it got them killed. "It's just that my head was in the way. Th-that's all." She was already a little flushed, but she turned bright red when she faltered.

[posterboymarine]

He smirked as he went back to rubbing her clit. "Of course. That's all."

[neverwrongagent]

She had to blink hard to keep her eyes open at all. He was driving her completely nuts. "Brody---" That was all she could get out before she whimpered loudly. That noise signaled her release. Then there was the way her hands went white on the steering wheel. "FUCK!"

[posterboymarine]

His hand went still against her, pressing so that she could ride out her release. Then he brought the fingers he'd been teasing her with to his lips and sucked on the tips. "How far until we stop for the day?"

[neverwrongagent]

She blinked a few more times, then looked up at the sky, which was darkening. "Not long? When it gets dark." He was going to actually look to find them a place now that they were on smaller roads. "Find something nice? Big bed."

[posterboymarine]

He chuckled and nodded. "I'll do my best." He licked his fingers again, then turned his attention to the guide book, hoping for some insight.

[neverwrongagent]

She had faith in his ability to find something, so she left him to it. Although she did point out that big bed and big tube might be nice. The last day's driving would be about finding a town. Finding, not settling on.

After she'd been driving for a while, she groaned softly. Getting out of the car would be nice. Sleeping in a bed that belonged to them would be better, although that would take a few more days.

[posterboymarine]

He found a likely candidate for the evening and gave her directions. Then he settled back. Their sandwiches from lunch would make a great dinner and they could just hide in the dark until morning. He was ready to close the curtains on the world and take advantage of their second day of escape.

[neverwrongagent]

Despite the smaller roads, she made good time. Flighty though she was, Carrie was a good driver. When she got closer to their destination, she grabbed the map for the specifics. Checking into the motel took only a few minutes, but finding all her clothes and getting dressed in the front seat was harder than getting out of them.

From the look of it, they could be the only residents. She pulled around and climbed out with a low moan. "I think I'm shorter."

[posterboymarine]

He stretched as well, then grabbed the sandwiches. "You aren't. I am." He hunched over to prove it as he waited for her to get them inside the room.

[neverwrongagent]

She grabbed their case and headed for the door, stretching the whole way. "You've got more inches to spare." She looked him over, enjoying every inch. Once she was in the room, nothing existed but that bed, which she launched herself at. It bounced her satisfyingly and she moaned. She moaned loudly. Very loudly.

[posterboymarine]

He locked the door behind them, then stripped off his shirt and headed for the bathroom. Her loud moan earned a laugh and he shook his head as he passed her.

[neverwrongagent]

She'd have to follow him in the bathroom, but moving was beyond her for a good long while. She stretched out as long as she could, arms reaching hard toward the headboard. When she could feel all her parts again, she was going to abuse him. That way they'be sure to sleep well.

[posterboymarine]

It was probably good she didn't follow him, since she couldn't really help him piss. Then he splashed water on his face and chest before going to join her on the bed.

He did take a moment to strip down to his jockeys and turn on the AC before flopping down next to her. "Better?"

Not that he really gave her a chance to answer before he had her shirt pushed up and his lips on her belly.

[neverwrongagent]

She could have, sort of, but neither of them were up to playing any kind of games right away. Or so she thought until she felt his breath and she wriggled slightly. "Tickles!" She grabbed his head and shook him some. "Beast."

Not that she didn't like it, of course, just that it tickled and she'd been oozing happily.

[posterboymarine]

"Shush." While he kissed her belly, he started getting her out of the pants she'd so recently put back on. He did owe her his mouth on her, after all. And he tried to pay his debts.