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 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.

[neverwrongagent]

"Shush?" She wriggled a little as he undressed her, shaking her head. She hadn't expected him to do anything of the kind so soon. Not that she was going to stop him. She wasn't stupid.

Once her pants were off, she moaned softly. "So good to me."

[posterboymarine]

He smiled up at her, then pulled her so her legs were over his shoulders. "I try." Sometimes he tried. Sometimes he wished he'd tried harder.

Now he just wanted to thank her for earlier. With his eyes still on her and her hands on his head, he lightly traced his tongue along her inner thigh.

[neverwrongagent]

He did fine. Better than she expected. They should both be wrecks for the whole drive, but they were doing remarkably well. Not just surviving, but doing well. She groaned at his tongue and arched toward him.

[posterboymarine]

That arching caused him to move forward, to press his tongue against her lips. He slid a hand up over her belly and held her still as he started to gently lick at her.

[neverwrongagent]

She started rocking, groaning loudly. Even though he was being gentle, she was already going mad. It felt so good. "Fuck. Love this." She closed her eyes tightly so she could loose herself in the sensations. "So good."

[posterboymarine]

He smiled against her, then parted her lips to get at her heat. He kept the touch of his tongue very light, wanting to really make this last for her.

[neverwrongagent]

She wasn't so sure that being tender with her was going to make her last. Not when it warmed her all the way through her body. It was much more likely to drive her fully insane. She arched toward him, groaning loudly. "Please..."

[posterboymarine]

"What?" His voice was muffled by her flesh and was as much warm breath against her skin as sound. And while waiting for her answer, he kept right on tasting her.

[neverwrongagent]

She whimpered as she tried to shift closer to him. "More. Fuck, please give me more." More contact. His fingers. Anything would be lovely.

[posterboymarine]

Chuckling against her, he shifted the hand that was holding her open and slipped a finger inside her. As he pressed, he continued to lap at her, now a little more firmly.

[neverwrongagent]

Such a gentleman. Always so obliging. She adjusted herself so he could reach deeper, which also allowed him to press more firmly. It took everything not to hump up against him. "Fuck, Brody."

[posterboymarine]

"Not yet." He added a second finger and continued to work, not increasing his pace, only his pressure. He very much enjoyed driving her up the wall like this and he had very much missed doing it while he was away.

[neverwrongagent]

Later, when he was all mushy and happy, he was going to pay for that. But not yet. Now she rocked slowly against him, twisting slightly to get more contact with his tongue. He felt so amazing. He felt...right. "Driving me crazy."

Not a far drive, but that wasn't the point.