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]

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.

[posterboymarine]

He covered her mouth to keep her from alerting any neighbors they might have. He groaned a moment later and bucked against her, his own climax tearing through him. His teeth pressed to her shoulder to keep himself from being as loud as she had been.

[neverwrongagent]

His hand was just unfair. Massively unfair. It meant she couldn't come all the way down. She kept bucking into him, unable to control herself. She didn't realize that he'd come, too. She was too lost in her own climax.

[posterboymarine]

Feeling her bucking like that, still, drove him crazy. He growled in her ear, told her exactly how turned on he was.

[neverwrongagent]

That wasn't the way to get her to calm down. She never came all the way down from her climax and his words only made it worse. She groaned softly at his words, wanting to tell him how good it all felt, but she wasn't capable. Finally she grabbed his head and pulled him into a deep kiss.

When she came up from air, she whimpered loudly. "Fuck. How do you do that to me?" She still hadn't realized what she'd done to him.

[posterboymarine]

His laugh was rough as he finally took his fingers from her. Then he took her hand and pulled it down to his crotch.

[neverwrongagent]

When her hand hit wet fabric she almost yanked it back in surprise. Then she burst out laughing, clear pride showing through. She'd never done that before. She reached up to firmly kiss him, pulling him close. When she pulled back, she was blushing furiously. "Damn, I knew I was good..."

[posterboymarine]

He growled again, then pulled back to strip the rest of the way down. He was already getting hard again and, as he sucked at his wet fingers, his cock twitched. Climbing up on the bed, he knelt near her shoulders and got his fingers in her hair. "Show me how good. Make me come again."

[neverwrongagent]

She immediately twisted so she could get her mouth on him. It made her shudder to taste his come before she'd ever touched him. She gobbled him down, bobbing over him quickly. She wanted him fully hard fast. She needed him deep inside her for what she hoped would be a nice long time since he'd come once.

Not that she was going to let him come in her mouth. No way.

[posterboymarine]

His fingers stayed in her hair, limited how she could move but not the speed. His other hand got hold of the more abused of her breasts and started roughly groping her. He took the time to tell her exactly how much he loved her mouth on him, how much he loved watching her. And every word of it was growled, as the first peak of his high hit him.

[neverwrongagent]

The man did not fight fair and she was going to tell him that in no uncertain terms. When his hand closed on her breast, she yelped around him and gave him a look. She moved evenly over him, feeling him swell and lengthen in her mouth. She loved that feeling and she groaned around him as her only good way of telling him.

He was well hard in her mouth long before she tried to move back off him, pressing hard against his hand.

[posterboymarine]

He held her there for far longer than he might have if he were sober. Then, when he did let her up, he pulled her into a rough kiss.

[neverwrongagent]

She was about two seconds from fighting him, which wouldn't have gone well, when he pulled her into the kiss. Going more than willingly, she twisted under him, trying to get him settled between her legs. She needed him so badly she ached for him. She wasn't the least bit subtle about telegraphing that, bucking toward him hard.

[posterboymarine]

He actually laughed as she tried to direct him, stopping her with a shake of his head. "You. On top." He held her as he settled with his back against the headboard. He wanted full access.