A quiet giggle escapes Carrie's lips as she gazes down at Quinn.
"Oh my god," she laughs, feeling both giddy and overwhelmed by what just happened. She waits for him to respond but Quinn just watches her with a quizzical look, still feeling dazed.
"Say something…please!" she begs with a smile across her face.
Quinn calmly reaches his hand up to the back of Carrie's neck, his thumb grazing her jawline, and pulls her down to kiss her again. Their smiles break through as their lips press together.
"What do you want me to say?" he asks her, laughing.
Carrie rolls off Quinn and pulls the comforter over herself, suddenly feeling modest. She props herself up by an elbow and covers her face with a hand.
"What did we just do?!" she asks.
The smile on Quinn's face slowly fades as he watches her. He pauses to consider that what just happened may have been a terrible mistake.
"Regretting it already?" he asks her cautiously.
He wants to believe her answer will be 'no', but he knows Carrie better and that her answer was more likely 'yes.'
Carrie quiets herself, her eyes looking intently at Quinn. No, she thinks…not regret, but…but what?
She tilts her head toward him and studies his face. The softness and sharpness of his features, the light facial hair above his lip, and the blue of his eyes. Those damn eyes, she thinks and smiles to herself.
"No. It's not regret, " she tells him, but he doesn't believe her. Quinn smiles a knowing smile.
"Quinn…I know that look…"
"And I know that look, Carrie."
They stare at each other in silence, both afraid of moving on from this moment. Quinn takes the lead.
"Listen, we both know now is not the time for any of this…" he starts.
"Quinn…" she interrupts.
"No, listen to me, Carrie. This, what we just shared…" he pauses again, carefully trying to put words to everything he was thinking and feeling. "…it was…incredible…but in 11 hours we're on a tarmac with Haqqani's men trying to save Saul's life. And for the life of me I don't know where or how this fits in to all that."
He was right, of course. As amazing as this time with Quinn had been, particularly their time in bed, none it of mattered. There was no room, no place for either of them to pursue love or sex or whatever the hell this was, with everything going on. They stare at each other in silence.
"I know," she tells him quietly and then lowers herself back down on to the bed.
Carrie nestles up against Quinn and into the crook of his arm, resting her cheek against his shoulder. Her hand finds Quinn's chest and feels the beat of his heart, strong and steady as ever. That was her Quinn.
A few moments pass, the two of them quietly contemplating what if any future there was for them outside Carrie's bedroom.
"I don't regret this. Not for a second," she tells him.
Quinn doesn't respond, but just gently rubs her back with his hand. He'd take this. For now.
