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]

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.

[posterboymarine]

He was pretty good at following orders, so he shifted as her body requested. He delved a little deeper with his fingers and pressed a little harder with his tongue. And he moaned softly against her skin, his eyes fluttering closed for a moment.

[neverwrongagent]

She glanced down just in time for the fluttering eyes, which only made her moan thickly. That just wasn't fair. She twisted a little, driving his fingers deeper. It felt so good she lifted off the bed. "Close."

That was all she could do to explain.

[posterboymarine]

He moaned again, then, finally, increased his pace. There was still a lot of room for him to work, in both speed and pressure, but she seemed to want one more than the other, so that was what she got.

[neverwrongagent]

Carrie was the hammer it home type, so the way he was going was absolutely the right direction. She arched more, whimpering with pleasure. They were going to have to get a place well back from their neighbors. Well back.

She was getting close to the edge, not that she wanted it to stop.

[posterboymarine]

A bloody nose would ruin everything, so he pressed down on her belly with the hand that rested there. That stability also made it much easier to ramp that pressure and depth up a little more. He curled the tip of his tongue around her clit before sucking hard. Might as well just drive her insane while he had her there.

[neverwrongagent]

Insane was a pretty short drive for her on the best of days. She pushed back against his grip, but not very hard. Then she started rocking slowly, moving against his tongue with a soft moan. Would she ever get tired of this?

She shuddered slightly at the thought of being with him long enough for it to even be an issue. "Fuck."

[posterboymarine]

He would have to ask about that shudder later. First, he needed to make her come. Hard.

The more she pressed against what he was doing the more he pressed back, pushing her ever forward. That his own hips had started rocking some, rubbing himself against the bed, well that wasn't important.

[neverwrongagent]

She realized what he was doing and grinned slightly. He was going to attack her when she was done, which sounded lovely. In fact, the more she thought about it, the more she rocked against him. With the happy thoughts, it didn't take long at all before she was right on the edge.

She looked down at him and that was it. She closed her eyes tightly and cried out his name as she fell.

[posterboymarine]

AT her cry, he growled against her. He really couldn't help it. Her heat flooded his fingers and he sucked even harder at her. Panting and breathless would be a great way for her to be when he took her.