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]

Chuckling against her, he shifted the hand that was holding her open and slipped a finger inside her. As he pressed, he continued to lap at her, now a little more firmly.

[neverwrongagent]

Such a gentleman. Always so obliging. She adjusted herself so he could reach deeper, which also allowed him to press more firmly. It took everything not to hump up against him. "Fuck, Brody."

[posterboymarine]

"Not yet." He added a second finger and continued to work, not increasing his pace, only his pressure. He very much enjoyed driving her up the wall like this and he had very much missed doing it while he was away.

[neverwrongagent]

Later, when he was all mushy and happy, he was going to pay for that. But not yet. Now she rocked slowly against him, twisting slightly to get more contact with his tongue. He felt so amazing. He felt...right. "Driving me crazy."

Not a far drive, but that wasn't the point.

[posterboymarine]

He was pretty good at following orders, so he shifted as her body requested. He delved a little deeper with his fingers and pressed a little harder with his tongue. And he moaned softly against her skin, his eyes fluttering closed for a moment.

[neverwrongagent]

She glanced down just in time for the fluttering eyes, which only made her moan thickly. That just wasn't fair. She twisted a little, driving his fingers deeper. It felt so good she lifted off the bed. "Close."

That was all she could do to explain.

[posterboymarine]

He moaned again, then, finally, increased his pace. There was still a lot of room for him to work, in both speed and pressure, but she seemed to want one more than the other, so that was what she got.

[neverwrongagent]

Carrie was the hammer it home type, so the way he was going was absolutely the right direction. She arched more, whimpering with pleasure. They were going to have to get a place well back from their neighbors. Well back.

She was getting close to the edge, not that she wanted it to stop.

[posterboymarine]

A bloody nose would ruin everything, so he pressed down on her belly with the hand that rested there. That stability also made it much easier to ramp that pressure and depth up a little more. He curled the tip of his tongue around her clit before sucking hard. Might as well just drive her insane while he had her there.

[neverwrongagent]

Insane was a pretty short drive for her on the best of days. She pushed back against his grip, but not very hard. Then she started rocking slowly, moving against his tongue with a soft moan. Would she ever get tired of this?

She shuddered slightly at the thought of being with him long enough for it to even be an issue. "Fuck."

[posterboymarine]

He would have to ask about that shudder later. First, he needed to make her come. Hard.

The more she pressed against what he was doing the more he pressed back, pushing her ever forward. That his own hips had started rocking some, rubbing himself against the bed, well that wasn't important.

[neverwrongagent]

She realized what he was doing and grinned slightly. He was going to attack her when she was done, which sounded lovely. In fact, the more she thought about it, the more she rocked against him. With the happy thoughts, it didn't take long at all before she was right on the edge.

She looked down at him and that was it. She closed her eyes tightly and cried out his name as she fell.

[posterboymarine]

AT her cry, he growled against her. He really couldn't help it. Her heat flooded his fingers and he sucked even harder at her. Panting and breathless would be a great way for her to be when he took her.

[neverwrongagent]

She finally had to grab his ear and tug at him, begging him to stop before he wasn't going to be allowed to. She wanted him on top of her. More than that, she wanted him inside her. "Please?"

[posterboymarine]

He resisted that pull for a moment, then relented and moved up her body. He pushed his underwear off as he moved, so that he was bare when he settled over her. Poised at her entrance, he mashed his lips against hers before taking her.

[neverwrongagent]

When he was at his deepest within her, she wrapped a leg around his hips and started rocking immediately. She could still feel the delicious aftershocks and wanted to share them with him. The whole time, she whispered to him how good he felt, how full she was.

[posterboymarine]

He easily moved with her. This part had always been easy. There was never any hesitation, any uncertainty. If there was one thing they were good at, together, it was this. The world could be falling down around the, like it was, and they'd still be good at this.

Pinned by her leg, he stayed deep, grinding against her with each thrust. He decided he liked the sound of her voice this rough, so he settled at her shoulder, kissing and nipping as they mover together.

[neverwrongagent]

The world was falling down around them and this was the thing that made her believe they'd survive it. So long as they could trust this way, they would make it.

She got dirtier and dirtier as she talked, driven by his thrusts and his teeth. She went from talking about how good he felt to things she planned on doing to him when they settled. All of it, even the wildest stuff, made her smile.

[posterboymarine]

He kept moving, harder and harder with each scenario from her. He growled against her ear, then bit her hard. He was close, but he wanted her to come again. He needed it.

[neverwrongagent]

The bite got him a look, but it didn't keep her from meeting his thrusts with all her power. Her head fell back as she concentrated on how he felt. He felt solid, familiar, and better than anyone she'd ever known. With a groan, she arched harder into him and fell hard.

[posterboymarine]

He moved through her climax, his own hitting a few moments later. He moaned against her shoulder as he came, his body rocking hard.

[neverwrongagent]

She held him tightly, inside and out. After she thought her hand wouldn't shake, she reached up to touch his face gently, running her fingertips over his cheek. "Oh yeah. Right."

[posterboymarine]

He leaned into his hand before collapsing on top of her. He groaned as he relaxed, his eyes closed. "Yes."

[neverwrongagent]

She made him shift so she wasn't being flattened, but she made sure her arms were around him and one of her legs. "We're going to be okay." She'd meant it as a reassurance, but she said it with more force than she expected. She believed it.

[posterboymarine]

He nodded. "Yes, ma'am." There was a gentle laugh in his voice.