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]

She stayed close to him, huddled against him, and smiled when he spilled over her hand. She held onto him after he was empty, not wanting to make him jump. When she finally washed them both off, she groaned happily. "Hmmm, I like showers with you."

[posterboymarine]

He laughed weakly and nodded. "I like them, too." When he finally felt confident that he could stand up straight, he grinned down at her. "And I haven't even washed your back yet."

[neverwrongagent]

She couldn't help it, she burst out laughing so hard she leaned against the wall to hold herself up. The very last thing she cared about was her back. Still, she got herself together enough to turn around and give him her back. She brushed her hair out of the way and waited.

[posterboymarine]

He didn't think she was actually going to offer herself up. Still, he was no fool and he grabbed the cheap soap and got to work. While his hands moved over her back, he kissed the top of her head.

[neverwrongagent]

He would have been surprised at what she would have offered him. Of course, she surprised him a lot, still. At the moment, all she could do was moan thickly at how his hands felt, those lovely big hands.

[posterboymarine]

He chuckled softly and started soaping the rest of her. In for a penny, in for a pound, and all that. When he was done with her backside, he turned her and started the front.

[neverwrongagent]

She turned around with a weak groan. He could have kept doing that and she'd have been perfectly happy. Her eyes were closed, her knees were weak. It was the best she'd felt in a while. She got herself well braced and waited.

[posterboymarine]

He took his time and thoroughly washed her without making it overtly sexual. Instead, he purposefully didn't tease. He figured he could turn her into a weak mess, then send her off to bed to wait for him.

[neverwrongagent]

He didn't need to tease her. Just being naked and close was enough. She had to work harder and harder to stay against the wall. If she moved off it now, while he was touching her, she was sunk.

[posterboymarine]

Once he was satisfied with her cleanliness, he moved her back under the water to rinse her off. He had already resigned himself to having to support her, so he kept one arm loosely around her.

[neverwrongagent]

She stood up a little stronger when he held her as though she were drawing strength from him. It felt so damned good to be close. Really close. She even moaned softly. "We do this regularly. New rule."

[posterboymarine]

He laughed and kissed her nose. "Deal." Once she was rinsed off, he nudged her toward the shower curtain. "Go get the bed turned down, babe. I'll be out in a minute."

[neverwrongagent]

She grumbled a little about it, but she headed out, drying off quickly and leaving the bathroom with her hair wrapped in a towel. She grabbed all the pillows off one bed and piled them on the other, then turned down the blanket. She didn't bother waiting for him to climb in and close her eyes.

[posterboymarine]

The grumbling left him chuckling as he washed himself up. He joined her a few minutes later, sliding into the bed with her. He got his arms around her and snuggled in close.

[neverwrongagent]

She moved immediately, curling up against him with a grunt of pleasure. He felt even better tucked close where nothing was moving. "Hmmm, finally."

[posterboymarine]

Being against her allowed him the chance to shut everything else out. He could pretend, for a little while, that they were not on the run, that he was not running again. He could pretend they were normal.

[neverwrongagent]

With her, he'd need to put the idea of normal firmly away in a box someplace. Still, what they were doing, going away from something bad with the hope of reaching something good, was pretty normal. People did it every day. She laid still for a while before she started softly kissing his shoulder and upper chest. She didn't mean anything by it, she just wanted the touch.

[posterboymarine]

He let her kiss without expectation, just holding her. He was halfway to being asleep anyway, so the touch just made it better. It relaxed him.

[neverwrongagent]

She would have been happy to get him hard again and jump his bones, but she could feel him letting go and that felt pretty good, too. Sleep was more immediately important than anything else. They needed to drive as much as they could the next day. Get well away.

[posterboymarine]

She could have jumped him if she'd wanted and he'd have gone with it. Instead, he drifted off, holding her tightly. Jumping could come when one of them woke up.

[neverwrongagent]

She woke a good hour before dawn, but she waited until the sky lightened before doing anything that might wake him. First she made a quick dash to the bathroom. When she crawled back into bed, she slid right up against him then, more slowly, up onto him. She nuzzled at his neck while she got situated.

[posterboymarine]

His arms defaulted to being around her and he rumbled softly as she started kissing him. The rest of his body was equally amiable to the idea of her pressed against him and he started to react even before he was awake.

[neverwrongagent]

She laughed softly, careful not to wake him any further. There was no need, really, to wake him when he was responding so beautifully. She kept nuzzling at him and slowly kissed down to his chest. "Hmmm, sleepy Marine. Nice. Better than coffee."

[posterboymarine]

He groaned softly. "Shh. Sleeping." He squeezed her tightly and shifted under her.

[neverwrongagent]

She laughed softly, but she kept molesting him. She did back off a very little bit, just enough to keep him in that half roused state. She liked him that way."You sleep. I'll just keep doing what I'm doing."