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]

"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.

[posterboymarine]

He kept right on begging, his fingers tightening in her hair more. He couldn't help the rocking under her, the way his hips moved in response. "Baby, you keep that up and I'm going to explode."

[neverwrongagent]

She glanced up at him, her expression clearly indicating that she pretty much hoped so, then she went back to work. Of course, she was hoping she'd get it timed better than that, but she wouldn't mind if she didn't. At least so long as he kept making those noises.

She took him in deeply, running her tongue over him.

[posterboymarine]

He briefly wondered if this qualified as road head before moaning again. He directed her the slightest account, then let go of her hair to cup one of her breasts. That brought its own deep moan from him.

[neverwrongagent]

She answered him with a deep whimper. He wasn't fighting fair. Not that she was, but that was beside the point. She took him deep for a long moment, then switched to faster, shallower strokes with lots of teeth. She wanted him twitching under her.

[posterboymarine]

And twitch he did. And shudder. And moan, a lot. Someone was going to notice. They couldn't really afford that, but the possibility was driving him on all the same.

[neverwrongagent]

Those noises were doing wonders for her mood. She was going to insist that he return the favor when they stopped for the night. Return the favor until his jaw hurt. That thought made her go faster. They really didn't have much more time.

She groaned around him and ran a hand over his belly to encourage him.

[posterboymarine]

He'd be happy to do it, too. All of it. He raised his hips, driving into her mouth. His fingers pressed into her breast and he whimpered her name in warning.

[neverwrongagent]

She didn't pull back when he moved, choosing to take him as deeply as she could instead. She did groan happily around him as an encouragement. That and the soft caresses a little lower. They did need to get moving, after all.

[posterboymarine]

It didn't make much and he went rigid under her, spilling into her mouth. Her name spilled from his lips at the same time.