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]

This time the smile wasn't force. And he quickly leaned over to kiss her. "Build a boat, maybe?"

[neverwrongagent]

That got a broad smile. She could already see him shirtless with a bandanna and a sander. It was a good image. A loving one.

She was going to hold onto it for a while. "I can help." She laughed. "Bring you coffee."

[posterboymarine]

He caught the grin and nodded. "That would be nice, and helpful." He reached over and took her hand, squeezing it. "Since it's not like I have any useful skills."

[neverwrongagent]

She shook her head at that. Even if all he did was become a Boy Scout counselor, he had skills. He was good with people, good with his hands. "You'll find something. I mean, what skills do you think I have that I can use in Nebraska?"

[posterboymarine]

"You could teach. You were teaching before." He squeezed her hand again, then returned to driving. "We'll need to switch soon."

[neverwrongagent]

She laughed. "You could call it that, but yeah, I could. The students liked me." Which was just bizarre. Not many people liked her. "But yeah, I could do that."

[posterboymarine]

"See, you'll be fine. You aren't a terrorist." He winked at her, then sighed softly and stretched again.

[neverwrongagent]

She looked at him for a long moment. "Pull over at the first wide shoulder. Somewhere I can stretch my legs for a minute before I drive." Not that just walking around was what she had in mind. He needed something too, she could see it.

[posterboymarine]

"Yes. ma'am." He said it with a smirk, then started looking for a spot. He needed to stand, walk, stretch, something. He was starting to feel a little caged in the car.

[neverwrongagent]

She rolled her eyes even as she smiled at him. He was going to have to watch that, but she couldn't bring herself to make him stop. She shifted in her seat so she could rest her head against his shoulder until they stopped.

When they did, she groaned softly. It was gonna hurt to get out. She moved away from him slowly, then climbed out and made sure she didn't groan until she was all the way out of the car.

[posterboymarine]

He climbed out of the car and stretched, rolling his neck, then his shoulders. He walked around the car and headed into the field, looking for a place to pee.

[neverwrongagent]

When she realized what he was doing, she laughed softly. Lucky bastard. Luckily, she had a huge bladder for so small a woman. All those hours sitting in vans watching people. When she was done stretching her legs, she stood against the back of the car, her eyes closed.

[posterboymarine]

He came back to her after a few moments and leaned next to her against the back of the car. "We driving straight through?"

[neverwrongagent]

She groaned at the thought. They should. They really should go until they had to stop. Certainly a lot longer than they already had. He needed sleep and she would soon. "Probably not. Showers and bed, even for as little as five hours, will do us a world of good." She thought for a long moment. "The closer we get, the smaller the roads we should take."

[posterboymarine]

He turned to face her and nodded. "Someplace small. Someplace off the highway." He brushed his fingers over her cheek, then kissed her. "You get to drive, though."

[neverwrongagent]

She practically melted against him with a low moan. He felt so good, so solid. When he pulled back, she nodded. "You got it. You sleep, I'll find a place." She'd get them someplace safe. Reaching down, she smacked his ass. "Climb in. Let's get going."

[posterboymarine]

He groaned softly, then pulled her against him and firmly kissed her. They didn't really have time for this, but he needed that connection and reassurance.

[neverwrongagent]

They really didn't have time, but that only meant she pressed harder against him, wrapping her arms around his neck. He tasted so damn good and she found herself tightening her grip. He was going to have to make her let go.

[posterboymarine]

He made no move to make her release him, not yet. He deepened the kiss with a whimper, turning them so he could sit her on the trunk. This was a horrible idea, a waste of time, and dangerous. But he was going to kiss her a little more, all the same.

[neverwrongagent]

It was an awful idea, but they had a way of turning those around. She groaned happily as she wrapped a leg around him and shifted closer. It wasn't the best balanced position, but it got her hard against him. He felt so good.

[posterboymarine]

He let the kiss, and her against him, go on for a few more moments, then he got his arms around her and pulled her with him. The back passenger side door was his destination and he managed to get it open and them both inside without dropping her.

[neverwrongagent]

She couldn't help laughing while he carted her off to the first flat place he could find. The car was just about big enough for her to be in the back. He was going to hang over something wicked. She was going to count it a major victory if some trucker blew the horn at them.

[posterboymarine]

He shook his head at her when she laughed. They had a history of stunts like this, ill timed and dangerous. Why buck the system now?

Reaching between them, he got her pants open and his hand inside as he deepened the kiss further. They would have to be quick, or they'd run the risk of getting caught.

[neverwrongagent]

She wormed her hands between him, getting to work on his pants before hers. She wanted to touch him at least once before they got to her pants. She needed it. Of course, if she wasn't careful, she'd pop his buttons.

[posterboymarine]

He shifted so she could work, his fingers rubbing against her as his tongue teased at her mouth. He strained against the crotch of his pants, jumping every time she touched him.

Finally, he had to break the kiss, to look at her and whimper her name. "Need this."