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]

"Might have to test that, after I get a shower." He wanted to make sure she really still wanted him, after that stunt he pulled. The previous night had very much been all about him and his wants. He had used her, there was no doubt about that. Now he needed to make amends.

[neverwrongagent]

She could have stopped him with a word. Maybe two. And he'd have been well able to tell if she didn't enjoy it. Still, she wouldn't mind reconnecting in a more low key kind of way. She groaned softly at mention of a shower, but she wasn't up to going in with him. "Do me a favor? Get me the cookies on your way in?"

[posterboymarine]

He was laughing as he got to his feet. "Cookies. Yes, ma'am." He trudged his way to the other set of bags and found the cookies. They got tossed to her before he started peeling off clothes that he'd like to go ahead and burn.

[neverwrongagent]

She watched him much more hungrily than she attacked the cookies. Maybe she would get into the shower with him after all... Then she bit into a cookie and groaned happily. "You hurry back!"

She shook her head at herself. Cookies over sex. She must be getting sick.

[posterboymarine]

He laughed at her comment, then got the shower going. It was going to feel good to take the layer of drug and alcohol sweat off, to be clean again.

He got under the hot water and groaned loudly, practically wilting at how good it felt. They were in a motel and he knew the hot water tank was huge. He could stand there for a very long time, which was his plan.

[neverwrongagent]

She heard his groan and burst out laughing. It was a sign of life, which was good. When he came out, he might actually be in a good mood, which would be nice. If not, she would work to put him in one before they got on the road. They needed a good, easy day. They needed a couple, but she was only going to ask the universe for one. No point tempting fate. More.


She had the thought of following him in, but really she wasn't ready to get up. Instead she grabbed the guide book off the end table and started flipping through it idly.

[posterboymarine]

He kept expecting her to turn up and was disappointed when she hadn't by the time he had run out of hot water. Now a pale, prune looking creature, he made his way back into the main room with a towel wrapped around his waist and a smirk. "How are those cookies?"

Then he noticed the guidebook and perked up a little bit. "Busy girl."

[neverwrongagent]

She offered him up one of the few remaining ones. Then she took in his pink, wrinkled skin and popped one in her mouth to keep from laughing. She waved the book at him as she chewed. "Looking for a town that looks reasonable. Something with at least a community college."

[posterboymarine]

He took the cookie and flopped down beside her. "And a lake."

[neverwrongagent]

She blushed a little, remembering. "Oh yeah, and a lake. Nice one." She leaned over and kissed his cheek. "I love you."

She hadn't actually intended to say that and it took her back some. But there was no way she was going to take it back, considering she meant it. "But you still have to bring me cookies."

[posterboymarine]

He lifted an eyebrow at her, at her comment. These were not words that they actually said to each other. It was usually just implied. "I think I can do that."

[neverwrongagent]

She patted his thigh in a kind of "atta boy" gesture and let it drop. His expression told her enough. After a long moment, she shifted over closer and closed her eyes. "I'm oddly hopeful."

[posterboymarine]

"THat I'll bring you cookies?" He kissed her forehead. "Or that I love you, too?"

[neverwrongagent]

She shifted closer, settling with her head on his chest. "Both?" She was pretty clear on the one, but the cookies were up in the air.

[posterboymarine]

"I'll have to think about the cookies." He settled back with a grin, rubbing her shoulder and arm. "You know, I have this incredible urge to try hungover, strung out motel sex. Know anynoe who might be interested?"

[neverwrongagent]

She laughed brightly. "Hung over, strung out motel sex? Oh man, I don't know." She shifted up to kiss him firmly. "Better than Nazi dick, so I guess I'll give it a shot." She shrugged closer and nibbled at his throat. "If you're sure you're up to it."

She was certainly up to it. And she suspected he needed it as much as she did.

[posterboymarine]

He groaned and offered her his throat. "I think I'm up to it." He hoped he was up to it, because he did need that reconnect, especially after her declaration.

He pulled the towel loose from his waist, baring himself as he pulled her into his lap. His body immediately responded and he smiled. "Yeah, I'm probably up to it."

[neverwrongagent]

She grinned as she shifted so she was straddling him. One arm went around his neck opposite where she was nibbling. She shifted a little, just so she could rub against him as he hardened. After a little while, she was purring happily. Now that he wasn't so wired, she was kind of looking forward to taking their time and going wonderfully slow.

[posterboymarine]

He was very much aware of how much more clothing she was wearing compared to his nakedness. His hands slid over her sides and he groaned again, his head turned so she could do whatever she wanted.

[neverwrongagent]

She chuckled at his displeasure, but made no moves to take off what she was wearing. Not that it was that much more than him. Having anything on helped her plan of teasing him and petting him.

She raised up a little so she could rub her hand over his chest, nails dragging lightly.

[posterboymarine]

He licked his lips, then leaned in to kiss her. What she was doing felt amazing and he whimpered against her lips. He rocked up under her, reminding her what she had for her, when she was ready to take it.

[neverwrongagent]

The more he reminded her, the more she was ready to take her time. Her sweet old time. Did he forget how patient she could be, if she wanted to? Grinning against his skin, she worked down to his his shoulder, then nipped her way down onto his chest. The way she sat as she moved only pressed her harder against his groin.

[posterboymarine]

He shuddered at the way she pressed against him. "Tease." He combed his fingers into her hair, groaning deeply. "You feel so good. Love this."

[neverwrongagent]

That groan was what she was working for. She was going to need at least one, possibly two more before she game him much more skin. She nipped him again, harder, then sat up some so she could grind more easily. He felt so good she whimpered softly.

[posterboymarine]

He worked his hands from her hair out to run down her arms, then around to her breasts. He squeezed them through her top, encouraging her to move more.