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]

That wasn't the way to get her to calm down. She never came all the way down from her climax and his words only made it worse. She groaned softly at his words, wanting to tell him how good it all felt, but she wasn't capable. Finally she grabbed his head and pulled him into a deep kiss.

When she came up from air, she whimpered loudly. "Fuck. How do you do that to me?" She still hadn't realized what she'd done to him.

[posterboymarine]

His laugh was rough as he finally took his fingers from her. Then he took her hand and pulled it down to his crotch.

[neverwrongagent]

When her hand hit wet fabric she almost yanked it back in surprise. Then she burst out laughing, clear pride showing through. She'd never done that before. She reached up to firmly kiss him, pulling him close. When she pulled back, she was blushing furiously. "Damn, I knew I was good..."

[posterboymarine]

He growled again, then pulled back to strip the rest of the way down. He was already getting hard again and, as he sucked at his wet fingers, his cock twitched. Climbing up on the bed, he knelt near her shoulders and got his fingers in her hair. "Show me how good. Make me come again."

[neverwrongagent]

She immediately twisted so she could get her mouth on him. It made her shudder to taste his come before she'd ever touched him. She gobbled him down, bobbing over him quickly. She wanted him fully hard fast. She needed him deep inside her for what she hoped would be a nice long time since he'd come once.

Not that she was going to let him come in her mouth. No way.

[posterboymarine]

His fingers stayed in her hair, limited how she could move but not the speed. His other hand got hold of the more abused of her breasts and started roughly groping her. He took the time to tell her exactly how much he loved her mouth on him, how much he loved watching her. And every word of it was growled, as the first peak of his high hit him.

[neverwrongagent]

The man did not fight fair and she was going to tell him that in no uncertain terms. When his hand closed on her breast, she yelped around him and gave him a look. She moved evenly over him, feeling him swell and lengthen in her mouth. She loved that feeling and she groaned around him as her only good way of telling him.

He was well hard in her mouth long before she tried to move back off him, pressing hard against his hand.

[posterboymarine]

He held her there for far longer than he might have if he were sober. Then, when he did let her up, he pulled her into a rough kiss.

[neverwrongagent]

She was about two seconds from fighting him, which wouldn't have gone well, when he pulled her into the kiss. Going more than willingly, she twisted under him, trying to get him settled between her legs. She needed him so badly she ached for him. She wasn't the least bit subtle about telegraphing that, bucking toward him hard.

[posterboymarine]

He actually laughed as she tried to direct him, stopping her with a shake of his head. "You. On top." He held her as he settled with his back against the headboard. He wanted full access.

[neverwrongagent]

On the top, on the bottom, on their sides, she really didn't give a shit. Inside her was the important part. So important that she nearly fell off the bed getting turned around so she could climb on him. She reached between them so she could line him up right, then she sank down onto him with a low moan. She didn't realize he'd scratched her a little with his nails, but she didn't care, either. It was just one more sensation. "Fucking love this."

[posterboymarine]

She was going to have to clarify that. His drug-addled brain immediately made the wrong association and filed it away for future consideration.

His hands briefly rested on her hips, to get her steady, then they left off to play with her breasts more. They were so small in his hands that he could easily dig deep into the tissue there.

[neverwrongagent]

She whimpered weakly at the force of his hands on her. It wasn't that she was objecting, just thinking what it would feel like later. She was going to be a mess. Good thing no one was seeing her but him. She rode him slowly, enjoying the heat of him inside her. She made a point to not quite meet his eyes after realizing just how wired he looked.

It was good for the moment, but the after was going to be rough and she didn't want to think about that.

[posterboymarine]

Were he straight, he would have noticed she wasn't quite looking at him. Being not straight meant it didn't matter, since he wasn't really paying attention to those sorts of cues anyway. The way she moved over him left him panting with pleasure, even as he caught her up in another rough kiss, his grip on her breasts the way he pulled her in for it.

[neverwrongagent]

She yelped softly when he pulled her. There wasn't a lot of breast tissue there for him to be rough with, after all, and they'd been pretty sensitive lately. She ground into him hard in response. Then she switched to bouncing, drawing up as much as she could and slamming back down onto him. If he was going to give her so much to work with, she was going to use it all.

[posterboymarine]

He growled again, lower and deeper, as she started moving harder. He felt like he could go until his dick fell off, even as rough as she was riding him. So that she wouldn't stop, he kept his hold on her breasts, squeezing a little harder any time she faltered.

[neverwrongagent]

She couldn't stop. Not with him doing that. Not even if she fell over. She twisted hard against him, which only got her breasts more abuse. She was nearly as pale as him and she was going to bruise up spectacularly. Her only real weapon left was her voice, so she used it. Husky with need, she told him how he filled her, how he made her tingle all over, how much she loved being with him.

[posterboymarine]

Again, both the right and the not right thing to do, telling him how much she was enjoying this. Misfiring all over the place meant that all the wrong associations were being made. Not through any conscious effort on either of their parts, but it was still happening.

He finally let go of a breast so he could hold her in a kiss. Then he pulled her head back and started kissing her throat.

[neverwrongagent]

They'd work out the associations later, when he'd actually hear her. And hopefully over years together sober. By the time he was at her neck, she was shaking with pleasure. She wasn't going to last much longer and she was afraid she was going to explode.

A minute later, she went still in his arms, then bucked wantonly against him as her climax slammed into her.

[posterboymarine]

When she came, he held her, thrusting up under her. He was still so far from another release that he just kept right on moving. There were going to be finger shaped bruises on her breasts and other parts of her if she let him have his way.

[neverwrongagent]

She wasn't going to mind the bruises. She wasn't going to even notice them until much longer. What she was going to notice was how he kept going like the Energizer Bunny. It suddenly clicked why and she groaned roughly. She was fine with it, but they were going to have to move.

She shifted her legs and forced him over, urging him up on top. One leg wrapped around his hips, drawing him deeper. "So good. No matter what. So good." She shook her head, realizing how that sounded. "Big beds, dirt, back seats of cars, I don't care. Just you."

[posterboymarine]

He resisted her attempt to flip him for only a moment. Then he realized the potential with him on top. He shifted back up on his hands some so he could look down at her while he moved. With her leg hooked around him, he had permission to drive as hard and deep as she could handle, and perhaps a little more.

[neverwrongagent]

Carrie just wasn't built that way. She didn't have a whole lot, particularly during sex, that she couldn't handle. Even when her insides were feeling a little differently lately. She rocked against him, trying to find a counter rhythm that gave them longer strokes. When she found it, she cried out loudly. The moment she found her breath, she started begging for more.

That might not have been her best plan, but she meant it.

[posterboymarine]

Oh, yeah, he could do more. He shifted back a little further and pulled her so her ass was more up on his thighs. It changed the angle he drove into her and gave him a lovely view down her body. He could see the places she was already starting to bruise, places he would feel guilty about when he was straight.

[neverwrongagent]

There was no feeling guilty allowed when he made her feel this good. He could feel stupid later, that was fine. She threw her head back, tossing it side to side as she continued to tell him how amazing he felt, how much she loved what he was doing. She rocked hard into him, lifting off the bed to thrust at him.

"Fuck. Love having you inside me."