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 nodded slightly, although she didn't much believe him about the eating. The not sleeping was more reasonable. Her only idea for relaxing him some didn't seem too likely with him about to jump out of his skin, but maybe she was wrong.

She didn't let them tarry on the way back. She wanted to be behind closed doors again. Someplace at least a little bit safe. It was always better when it was just them.

[posterboymarine]

Someplace safe was also someplace claustrophobic. Once the door was closed and locked, he shivered hard and stared at it for a few moments before shifting his focus to her. Her being there made it better. He just needed a little more distraction.

As he toed his shoes off, he held his hand out for her. He needed that contact very badly before things took a turn for the paranoid.

[neverwrongagent]

She was more than willing to hold hands, but she wanted to do it lying down in the bed. She'd like to do it naked, but she thought they should work up to that for it to really help. She pulled him back slowly, smiling at him. "I'd like to get a great big bed. Something with presence."

They'd had so much that was half assed. And motel beds. They needed something real.

[posterboymarine]

He chuckled softly as she pulled him along. "Something we want to be in?" They'd only spent two night in her bed the entire time they'd been together. The rest of the time, when there'd been a bed at all, it had been someone else's. Motels, the cabin, nothing that was theirs.

"Something no one else has been in?"

[neverwrongagent]

She groaned happily at both ideas and nodded firmly. "Something so big and comfortable we can spend entire days in it. I'll cook the day before so we only have to get out to pee." She might be romantic, but there were certain practicalities. "With big pillows and puffy blankets."

[posterboymarine]

He closed the small distance between them and kissed her. "And a dog that insists on sleeping between us."

[neverwrongagent]

She burst out laughing. What stunned her was that she could picture it so easily. Such a simple, happy image and she could see them there. All they needed was to be left alone. "Nothing that sheds. Much."

[posterboymarine]

The laugh made him smile more. "Wait, you said it had to shed a lot. You need to make up your mind." He was standing right in front of her and he encouraged her hand to his hip. Then he brushed his fingers against her hair. As long as she kept him focused, the urge to move was easier to ignore. And as long as she could laugh, he could ignore the pain.

[neverwrongagent]

She shook her head firmly. "I realized I only wanted it to shed on you, but if it's in the bed? No way." She put her hand where he wanted, but it didn't take long for it to snake around behind him where she squeezed gently. "It better be even tempered. Something that doesn't mind loud noises in the night."

[posterboymarine]

That got a snort. "What about loud noises during the day?" The squeeze had made his eyes flutter briefly, and he kissed the top of her ear on the off chance it might get her to squeeze again.

[neverwrongagent]

She could think of better places for him to kiss, but they'd need to take some things off first. "During the day it can see we aren't hurting each other. Still, it'll have to learn." Not that they tended to be that loud when they went at it. Not really. Maybe that would change when they had a space that was really theirs.

She groped him again, gently massaging him. "Love touching you."

[posterboymarine]

He whimpered softly. "Love when you touch me. Only thing that really feels real." His hands settled around her, one on her ass and one on her back. He pulled her into a somewhat more intense kiss then they'd been up to since returning to the room. Still, it was a conscious effort to take things slow, when what the drugged part of him really wanted to do was strip her down and fuck until someone passed out.

[neverwrongagent]

She smiled at him, letting her feelings show. "I'm about as real as it gets." Warts and all, she was real. She kept her one hand where it was, kneading gently. Her other hand worked under his shirt so she could caress his skin.

Then she went back to kissing him, slow and deep. She was happy with starting slow, but she knew there would be a point where she was all for the rest of his alternate plan.

[posterboymarine]

He moaned in the kiss, his hands clenching against her. The war going on inside him had to be obvious to her, in the way his body reacted and the way his moan sounded. He had to go slow so he wouldn't hurt her. Or himself. The speed changed everything and the only way to keep them both safe was to fight with himself even as he surrendered to her.

[neverwrongagent]

He had to know she was so much stronger than she looked and that she wanted him just as much as he clearly wanted her. Still, she could feel this shaking that just wasn't him. She'd been with enough men under the influence to know the difference.

She brought both hands up so she could work on getting his shirt off. More skin would help. It always helped. "Love this so much."

[posterboymarine]

He nodded, perfectly fine with her taking the lead with his shirt. His arms stayed around her, where they could do the least amount of damage. He shuddered again when her fingers brushed against skin and he moved to kiss her again, to ground himself in her.

[neverwrongagent]

She grinned slightly at how easily he allowed her access. Feeling him shiver from pleasure was even better and she pressed firmly into the kiss with a soft moan. The first moments, when they started, were always so delicious. "Going to make you walk around the house naked. Just for me."

[posterboymarine]

"Better be just for you. Not putting on a show for everyone, you know." He groaned again at the full heat of her hands against his chest, his body pressing toward her.

[neverwrongagent]

She laughed softly. She was well done with being watched or listened to. Forever. She gave him a little bit of nails, pressing as she moved her hands down his chest. After a moment, she leaned forward to add her lips, kissing him softly in contrast to her nails.

[posterboymarine]

Groaning, his head dropped back. He couldn't watch her. He had to just feel it. Jess never took the same care with his scars as Carrie had. It was strange, really, how profound the difference really was. It was the thing that made Carrie someone he could actually trust with himself and Jess someone who scared him, no matter how hard he tried.

[neverwrongagent]

Scars on the outside didn't scar her anymore than the scars on the inside. She had enough of them of her own that if they showed, she'd be as marked up as him. Those marks weren't something he did to himself, which was more than she could say about some of hers. She worked down, nipping and kissing, until she realized her hands were shaking.

Just for fun, she dropped one hand lower, brushing over his crotch lightly. She wondered if he'd jump.

[posterboymarine]

He absolutely jumped. And moaned rather deeply. His hands moved to her shoulders and he squeezed, probably a little harder than he should have. His cock also jumped, straining against the fly of his jeans.

[neverwrongagent]

The moan was better than the jump, but the jump was nice. Really nice since it made him press against her. She went up on her toes to kiss him, pressing her body into his. She wanted to be held. She wanted to be safely in his arms.

She brushed her hand over him again, whimpering. "More." She couldn't be much more exact than that.

[posterboymarine]

His arms slid down her arms and he wrapped her into a hug as he pressed against her hand again. More was incredibly vague and he wasn't sure what to do. Besides kiss her, of course.

[neverwrongagent]

That worked. Of course, pinned the way she was, she couldn't do too much more about molesting him without knocking them off their feet. That didn't mean she didn't try. She was hoping as much to get a laugh out of him as another delicious moan. They were alone, they were together. That was reason enough for both.