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]

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.

[posterboymarine]

He could feel her limited ability to further grope him and he did laugh, right against her lips, at her attempt. Then he did release her. His hands went to her cheeks and he held her head still so that he could just look at her a moment.

Of course, that look gave her a chance to see the war going on inside him. He was twitchy, unfocused to an extent, and wide-eyed. But he still managed to smile for her.

[neverwrongagent]

She blinked hard at his expression, vowing to herself that she'd never see it again. Then she smiled slightly and wriggled in his grip. "Gonna hold me down and use me?" Her voice was carefully pitched to come just short of pleading with him that he do exactly that. It would give him focus and undoubtedly give him a great deal of pleasure.

[posterboymarine]

His lip curled dangerously even as he focused more on her. It was a proposition that had a certain level of potential violence attached to it and he knew even if he went ahead, he would have to be careful. She would have to make sure he was careful.

He was, however, still a guy and he nodded. "Until you tell me to stop." And he was deadly serious about that. She had to keep them safe. He couldn't.

[neverwrongagent]

She met his eyes squarely and nodded. She could see all the caveats pretty clearly in his expression. That and the way his arms tightened every so slightly around her. It was a delicious hint of his physical power, something she'd always liked.

It wouldn't do either of them any good if he hurt her. They needed to be able to trust each other completely. That didn't mean they had to be gentle, just to trust.

[posterboymarine]

He nodded and released her only long enough to pull both their shirts off. Then he grabbed her upper arms and pulled her into another kiss. The way he held her forced her up on her tip toes and her body against his. He moaned even as he thrust his tongue into her mouth.

[neverwrongagent]

His approach surprised her as she'd expected to be flung at the bed. For the moment, she liked this better, much better, because it kept her against him. He had a good enough grip on her that she could buck toward him without loosing her footing, much. Of course that just drove her harder against him.

[posterboymarine]

As she fell against him, he kissed her harder. Then he started moving them toward the bed. His grip was hard enough on her arms that she had no choice but to go with him and she was still going to end up with bruises.

Once they reached the bed, he laid her out under him and used his weight to pin her down so he could get to work on her pants.

[neverwrongagent]

She wasn't the least bit alarmed by the idea of bruises. She almost craved them as proof that they trusted each other. Arching and twisting under him, more to get against him than to help him, she whimpered with need. He had to know how badly she wanted him.

[posterboymarine]

Her squirming earned her a deep growl and a hard kiss. He needed her to hold still so he could get more skin. He needed more skin, more contact, more grounding.

[neverwrongagent]

If he was going to do that, she was never going to settle. It would be physically impossible. She was going to be a mess when they were done. She arched again, then worked to move so at least she helped him.

[posterboymarine]

He warned get again, then realized she was helping. Her pants got tossed somewhere behind them and get panties got torn off. He had fingers inside her a moment later, rough and hard, as he started nipping at her lips.

[neverwrongagent]

She jumped some at the panties tearing away, but she didn't do a damn thing to stop him. The moment his fingers were inside her, she started moaning. Her hips rocked hard against his hand, driving him deeply inside her, which only made her moans louder. She was going to hurt later, even though she was ready for him.

And she loved it.

[posterboymarine]

There was a fine line between his knowing that she was just trying to keep him in the moment and him thinking that she liked him as high as he was. That line was starting to blur as he got rougher with her.

He left off her lips and attacked a breast, her nipple caught between his teeth. He sucked and pulled, abusing the tender flesh even as he drove his fingers harder inside her.

[neverwrongagent]

It wasn't that she liked him high, but that scared her for other reasons than him getting rough. What she liked was that he didn't treat her as fragile or weak. His mouth on her breast made her cry out sharply, but she smothered that quickly so no one heard her. She was going to bruise spectacularly from the way he was treating her. Inside and out.

She worked to meet his thrusts because she thought that would hurt less and she was mostly right. Each thrust made her moan thickly. It hurt, but she kept getting wetter.

[posterboymarine]

He shifted to her other breast, growling deep in his chest at the way she felt under him. He could feel how much wetter she was getting and it just fueled him on. He was desperate for her, yet he was unwilling to stop. He had to keep touching her.

[neverwrongagent]

She was perfectly happy with what he was doing. If he kept doing it for long enough, which was not much longer, she was going to show him just how much she liked it. She kept tightening around his fingers and shifting slightly so she pulled against his teeth. It felt so amazing that she was close to shaking. "Fuck, Brody! So good."

[posterboymarine]

He could not possibly agree more with that statement, so he just growled her name and drove his fingers harder inside her. He was pressed hard against her, keeping her partially pinned down. He needed to feel her release through who she fought his hold. He needed that more than anything else in that moment.

[neverwrongagent]

If he needed it, she would be more than happy to give it to him. She slammed into him as best she could, whimpering more loudly with every thrust. His hands were huge and she was never more aware of it than at that moment. It only took a few more moments before she went stiff in his arms, trembling with pleasure as her climax overtook her. She managed to get out his name again, but not much else.

[posterboymarine]

When she went stiff and came, he kept driving into her. He knew she had so much more to give him, and since he was not going to be able to sleep, he was going to take from her until she had no choice but to sleep for both of them. He released her breast so he could watch her, so he could see that moment when she teetered on the line before too much stimulation and another climax.

[neverwrongagent]

She wasn't terribly surprised when he pushed her, but it did take her breath away pretty effectively. She tried to arch harder into him, but she was pinned too well. That helplessness pushed her right up against that line awfully fast. When she couldn't take it anymore, she whimpered. "Fuck, please. God damn. FUCK!"

[posterboymarine]

He gave her nothing past what she could already take, except the harder thrusting of his fingers. She could take plenty more, she just didn't know it. Of course, his definition of plenty more was blown completely out of whack. He was dangerously close to coming just from what he was doing to her, and he was still in his jeans. If he could push her past that point, over that line, he'd be the happiest man around for easily five minutes before he needed more from her.

[neverwrongagent]

She made the strategic error of opening her eyes to look at him. The expression on his face was just too much and she soared right past what she thought she could take and straight into orbit. She jerked and thrashed, crying out wordlessly in joy.