Two Ships [rp for neverwrongagent]

[posterboymarine]

After the call, he'd said he would stay put. And he did, right until he got word of where she was coming in. Then he throw his things back into his bag and made his way to the nearest Couch Canada station. He took the bus and found the cheapest motel he could. He got a room on the backside of the building, and he waited.

He tried to sleep, something he'd been mostly unable to do since he'd called her. But every time he closed his eyes, he imagined he felt the burner phone vibrate and he jerked awake. Finally, he just gave up and turned on the TV. It didn't manage to hold his interest, at all, but it was background noise.

With that noise quieting the doubts in his head, he waited.

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[posterboymarine]

"Up here? In Canada?" He licked his lips. "You don't think I'll ever be able to go back, do you?"

[neverwrongagent]

No, she really didn't, but she wasn't prepared to admit that fully to either of them. She sighed softly. "Even if you do, it'll be hard to find the kind of peace we both need there. If we use this place as a retreat rather than home, I still want it to be everything we can dream of."

That would mean at least one extra bedroom for his kids, even though that was probably a pipe dream.

[posterboymarine]

He nodded and settled again. He pressed his lips to her shoulder and sighed softly. "Never pictured myself a Canadian."

[neverwrongagent]

Neither one of them ever would have. He was a Marine. She was CIA. Their whole lives were supposed to be directed at serving...not Canada. But they'd given so much and there was no way for them to really retire at home. Not now. That they'd ever entertained the idea that they could was now just a painful memory.

She rubbed her forehead against his. "Citizen of the world?"

[posterboymarine]

"Something like that." He chuckled softly, then shifted so he could kiss her. All his previous kisses had been tentative, as though he expected her to disappear. This kiss was different. He knew she was real, that she was there with him.

[neverwrongagent]

She had groaned thickly and pressed against him before it really sank in what he'd done. Then she shifted closer and pressed even harder. She'd dreamed about this kiss. When she pulled back, she whimpered weakly. "Well, okay then."

[posterboymarine]

His hand moved over her side, settling finally on her hip. He held her as he smiled against her lips. "Missed you."

[neverwrongagent]

Her hands didn't settle. Instead she caressed his chest and shoulders, reminding herself how he felt. Her memory was good, startling clear in some areas, but she still wanted that tactile reminder. She nodded, meeting his smile with a grin of her own. "Missed you so much. Always thinking of you."

[posterboymarine]

He swallowed and nodded. "Always thinking about you, too." He shifted and kissed her again, more needy this time. They had done plenty to reconnect. But there was still one more thing.

[neverwrongagent]

She was more than ready to give him what he needed. That contact was crucial to both of them, but she didn't want it to be a panicked kind of thing. They needed it to be reassuring. She never stopped touching him as they kissed, never stopped petting.

[posterboymarine]

He slowly shifted them as they kissed, getting both of them on their sides. Then he started pulling at her clothes. There was nothing panicked about the contact. It was pure need.

[neverwrongagent]

Need was good. It was perfectly reasonable. She let him get her shirt loose and half open before she started working on his clothes. She wanted him totally bare and she wanted to keep him that way for a good long while. As much as she needed that contact, she needed that to be normal for them.

When she got his pants part way down, she reached her hand in and goosed him.

[posterboymarine]

He yelped softly when she goosed him. "Hey." Then he ground against her, letting himself get lost for a few moments.

[neverwrongagent]

The yelp made her laugh happily, but it was the way he rubbed against her that made her happiest. At their best, they could take each other to the safest, most honest place in the world. Her eyes fluttered shut as she enjoyed his body against hers.

It was a while before she went back to moving her hands over him, now with no danger of pinching.

[posterboymarine]

He just enjoyed the contact. There was no reason to rush her, no reason to push. Not when he'd been alone for so long. Now he needed all the memories he could get, to carry him through his next period of isolation.

His lips brushed over hers at every opportunity, but never lingers. He wanted to enjoy all over her, to memorize all of her, to hold him over.

[neverwrongagent]

While they kissed, she allowed herself the kinds of fantasies that had gotten her into trouble with him in the first place. Now they were a comfort, a hope for their future. She imagined them cooking meals in a little kitchen where they bumped into each other even when they didn't have to. She pictured them waking up slowly, reluctant because they knew they didn't have anywhere to go.

She found herself whimpering with longing. They'd earned that and she wanted it.

[posterboymarine]

He finally pulled back a little to look at her, concerned at the whimpering writ across his face. "What's wrong, love?"

[neverwrongagent]

She smiled immediately to calm his worry, then she kissed him tenderly. "Nothing's wrong. I was just fantasizing about you." She kissed his shoulder before kissing her way up his neck. "I liked it."

[posterboymarine]

"Fantasizing? But I'm right here." He caught her up in another kiss and grinned against her lip.

[neverwrongagent]

Laughing softly, she settled into the kisses for a while, teasing him. Finally she pulled back and met his eyes. "Was thinking of the little things. The ones that matter." Like nosegays and walks by the lake. She touched his lips with the back of her fingers. "Peaceful things."

[posterboymarine]

He smiled against her fingers, then swept his fingers through her hair. "Tell me?"

[neverwrongagent]

Leaning into his touch, she closed her eyes so she could fully picture it, letting him see the emotions play over her face. She could like like a master when she worked, but this was a time to let him see the full truth of her feelings. "Making dinner is all about seeing how long we can go brushing past each other before we have to stop and kiss. Don't want to burn anything, but the need to stop and be close is so strong. Then after, sitting by the fire, we talk and talk. Doesn't even have to be about anything. Just about being together."

[posterboymarine]

He smiled as he watched her face. Listening to what she described made his heart ache. He wanted that life, desperately, but it seemed impossible. To know, really know, that she wanted the same thing, made things both harder and easier.

[neverwrongagent]

She had that same sense, the wanting and the worrying. That sense that nothing they truly wanted would be theirs. She wasn't going to let that show. She couldn't for either of their sakes. It mattered that this was a safe moment.

She nuzzled at his jaw, the tucked in close. "Taking out the trash. You get to do that."

[posterboymarine]

"You get to sort laundry." He kissed her hair, then sighed highly. "I wish you could never leave."