neverwrongagent | Running away from home. Just like kids.

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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

He started petting her hair for something to do. "Tell me now you are going to do that, babe?"

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neverwrongagent

She kissed him again, her lips lingering against his skin, then smiled up at him in answer. She was happy just being close so touching him was easy. "If you don't mind? Until I think of something more specific."

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posterboymarine

He grinned down at her, his fingers brushing her hair from her face. "I don't mind at all." It gave him something to focus on.

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neverwrongagent

She was used to being his focus. God knew he was hers. Her hand moved lightly over his chest and belly, followed by her lips. If he needed, she could do this for hours. Upside to her crazy mind. "Then I won't stop."

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posterboymarine

He settled in and ha;f closed his eyes. That made it easier to pretend that they were not in some middle America motel room and he was higher than a fucking kite. Barely. Still, the jittering settled some, the shudder diminished.

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neverwrongagent

It was hardly the worst place they'd been, but it wasn't the cabin. They needed to find a place close to water. If not a lake, then a stream. She shifted again so she could caress him more easily, hoping that it would settle his body more. Only time would help his mind.

She kissed his skin every so often, smiling softly when she did. Finally she spoke softly. "Big kitchen or small?"

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posterboymarine

He jerked slightly when she spoke, then smiled as he considered it. "Small. Big enough for both of us, barely."

His fingers ran over her cheek. "Big bedroom or small?"

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neverwrongagent

She laughed hard at both comments, then glanced down at his legs. "Big bedroom. It's going to need a King sized bed. You giant." She nipped where she was kissing. "And you have to cook. I don't eat, so what I cook is...pointless." Not that she couldn't, she just didn't.

She'd been eating more lately, but not the last few days and she could tell.

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posterboymarine

He smirked. "I'm not a giant. You're just short." He lured her up for a kiss, then shifted. "Guess I better practice my cooking."

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neverwrongagent

She nipped him again. "I'm not. I'm five-five. That's not short. I'm just skinny. Makes me look smaller." It was clearly a kind of sore spot, but she was amused. "I like spicy food. We'll get cookbooks."

That was a terrifyingly domestic image, them picking cookbooks and trying out recipes.

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posterboymarine

"Spicy. Copy that." He managed to roll his eyes at her before groaning softly. "You know, why didn't someone invent a teleportation device while I was away? That would make this all better."

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neverwrongagent

She managed not to laugh at his agreement. She loved it when he did that. "Oh, god, no. Let people get closer, faster? Not good." She could picture a whole new version of mail bombs. "It would make things less exciting, less unique."

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posterboymarine

"Oh, fine." He winked at her, then shifted so he could draw her into his embrace. He kissed the top of her head. "One bedroom and an office, right?"

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neverwrongagent

She squirmed close, getting a leg around him, and then shimmied some, just for fun. She nodded slowly, thinking about it. "Yeah. But if there's a decent dining room, I'm claiming that for my office." Since there were only two of them, they could eat on the couch and then make out or eat in the kitchen if it were big enough. She ate standing up most times.

She frowned slightly as if considering something, then shook her head. "That should be good."

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posterboymarine

He caught the frown and cocked his head. "What's wrong, beautiful? You don't want an office?"

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neverwrongagent

She blinked up at him in surprise. She was so used to ignoring any consideration of that little possibility that she almost didn't realize she'd done it. "I don't need a room of my own, that's all. It would have to be so big the way I spread out."

She didn't sound terribly convincing.

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posterboymarine

Even high, he knew when she was hiding something. The problem, of course, with him being high is that he would press. Straight Brody would have let it lay for a while. But not today.

"Really? Doesn't sound like it to me."

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neverwrongagent

She shrugged. "Just thinking about what we really need. We don't need a third bedroom." Not for a while anyway. If it was real. "We both need spaces to retreat to, sometimes."

She really wasn't lying to him. Exactly.

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posterboymarine

He still wasn't convinced, but he decided to bide his time, for a few minutes, and not pressed. He rubbed her back and sighed softly. "We do, yes."

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neverwrongagent

She was aware he was backing off and she sighed softly. She had to wrap her own mind around things before she could say anything. It had gotten pushed back so far with the whole running away thing. She shifted up to kiss him gently. "We'll make it right."

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posterboymarine

He nodded again. "We have to." They didn't really have a choice. If they didn't make it right, they'd end up in prison, or dead. He wasn't very keen on either of those things.

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neverwrongagent

"Yeah, we do." That came out with more force than she intended and she kissed him firmly to blunt the impact some. When she pulled back, she smiled at him. "It'll be nice. Normal."

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posterboymarine

"Normal? I don't even know what that is anymore." Not that he ever necessarily did. But now it was a completely foreign concept, painfully so. He sighed and looked away, his eyes closing to shut out the world for a moment, before it got too overwhelming.

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neverwrongagent

He had a better idea of it than she did, but he probably wouldn't agree. It didn't matter. What they had now was totally normal in some ways. They needed to concentrate on those. They were together. They were building a future. That was what mattered. "We'll make it. Even after we figure out normal."