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 obliged him by caressing him more firmly, reaching a little to go down to his balls and press there, too. "That's sweet. Of course, you just hope I'll show you more." She popped another button and used her other hand to expose more of her chest. Her fingers played lightly over her skin. "Can't wait to get your lips on me. Kissing....here." She touched the side of her breast.

[posterboymarine]

"Of course I want to see more. I'm a guy." He had to shift to spread his legs a little more for her. And it was now becoming a bit of an effort to keep both hands on the wheel and not dropping one to her breast.

[neverwrongagent]

She snorted a laugh. "Right, because we never want to see more." She rolled her eyes. "Great big hunk of a man sitting inches away and you think there's nothing I'd like to see more of?" She dragged her nails over his crotch. "Please."

She meant that word as a kind of punctuation, but it came out as more of a plea and she groaned softly.

[posterboymarine]

"Hunk? What?" His fingers curled more tightly around the steer wheel. "You want more, you know how a zipper works."

Of course, if she didn't act, he was going to do it for her. If for no other reason than that he needed a little more stimulation.

[neverwrongagent]

Now she burst out laughing for real. "Not a hunk? A hottie?" She shook her head even as she shifted closer, reaching out to do what he clearly wanted. Her hand worked into his pants, curling around his cock. "You are. God, I love your body." She purred happily. "I love your arms. So strong."

Her hand moved slowly while she figured out how well he could keep his attention on the road.

[posterboymarine]

He was a trained scout-sniper. He could keep his focus through any distraction. Well, almost any. He did keep his eyes on the road and his hands on the wheel, but he made no attempt to hide his moan of pleasure at her touch.

He stole a glance at one of his arms and shook his head. "Not so much anymore."

[neverwrongagent]

She ran her free hand gently over his arm. "No? You aren't a kid anymore, but you've been training again. That's more than when I met you and you were pretty good at moving me around then." She smiled gently. "I like those arms. Like how they hold me."

[posterboymarine]

The contrast in the two ways she was touching him made him whimper and he closed his eyes for a moment to collect himself. "Like holding you."

[neverwrongagent]

She watched him close his eyes with a small smile, then turned to look out the front window until he opened them. Of course, she never stopped touching him. "I want a big porch swing. Something we can sit on, holding each other, watching the world go by."

[posterboymarine]

"The world, hopefully, being a lake and some trees, right?" The longer she touched him, the rougher his voice got and the harder it was for him to hide the effect she was having on him. Not that there could have been much doubt.

[neverwrongagent]

No doubt at all, not with that him growing under her hand. She smiled sweetly. "Oh yeah, that's the world. Lake. Trees. Porch swing. Don't need much else." The more she said it, the better it sounded. "Fire place?" She laughed. "For the inside, I mean."

[posterboymarine]

"Fireplace inside, yes." He bucked slightly into her hand and groaned again. Then he reached down and unzipped himself, giving her more room to work.

[neverwrongagent]

She snorted another laugh at his action, but she didn't hesitate to work her hand into his pants. She caressed him gently, working her fingers around him so she could slowly stroke. Her purr of contentment was loud enough that she blushed. "I'm shameless. I know it."

[posterboymarine]

"Yeah, Shameless." He bucked into her hand again. He reached over and touched her face, drawing his fingers across her lips with a soft whimper.

[neverwrongagent]

If he was going to do that, he was going to have to pull over pretty damn soon. She whimpered right back at him and stroked him a little harder. "This is nice. Really nice, but it's not enough." She groaned. "Either we need to pull over or we need to stop."

She gave a look, and a squeeze, that told him stopping was not what she had in mind.

[posterboymarine]

He believed that stopping was completely out of the question and he shuddered hard. Then he started looking for a place to pull over, someplace that might afford a touch of privacy.

[neverwrongagent]

She could tell when his head started swiveling. Biting back another laugh, she kept her eyes open, too. She found a spot first and pointed with her unbusy hand. "There. Should work." And really, it was an open spot. She didn't care about much else.

[posterboymarine]

It was just a wide spot, but that was fine. He pulled over and turned off the car. Then he turned to look at her, grinning like a fool. "Now what?"

[neverwrongagent]

She grinned broadly at him, shaking her head. "Eager much?" She unbuckled and shifted in her seat. "Put your seat back all the way. Lean it back."

She shifted more, getting ready to abuse him.

[posterboymarine]

He almost retorted with her being the one who said they had to stop or stop, not him. But she knew that already. He slid the seat back, then reclined it. A bench seat would have been better for this sort of thing, but he wasn't going to complain. He was going to enjoy himself.

[neverwrongagent]

If he'd asked, she'd have said, "Hell, yes." But then she never could hide from it. She let go of his cock long enough to ease his pants down over his hips. Then she attacked. Hands and mouth both, she thought, until he was squirming. Then she'd figure out if she could get on top of him.

She took him into her mouth, moving slowly over him. She sucked hard, letting her teeth drag over him.

[posterboymarine]

He moaned her name the instant her lips were around him. And her teeth only made it worse. His fingers caught in her hair and he tugged at her a little, trying to get more of something.

[neverwrongagent]

She wouldn't laugh while she had him in her mouth, but it was a near thing. Instead she moved slower, giving him more suction and more of her teeth. She wanted to hear him moan again like that. It would be nice if he begged a little.

[posterboymarine]

She got her wish. Both of them. He started with that low moan of her name. Then he started asking her to move faster, then slower. He had no idea what he actually wanted, except for her to not stop.

[neverwrongagent]

Now she laughed. She rested shook her head slightly with it, dragging her teeth over him even more. The begging was really nice, nicer even than she'd thought. She lightly dragged her nails over his balls, hoping to overload him completely.