WARNING: Signing off with some explicit stuff because this world needs more C+Q Smut! Cheers!

Beyond Demons

Carrie shielded her eyes from the bright spring sunshine as she looked out of her office window at Langley. She watched, intrigued by the sight of a stooped, elderly man with unkempt grey hair carrying a small box of belongings towards the parking lot. He looked defeated, lost and alone in a big world that rushed past him and failed to take note. All save Carrie, who watched and felt nothing, nothing for the years they had worked together, nothing for the things he had taught her and nothing for her part in his ultimate downfall. She was full to bursting of nothing.

She drew in a deep breath. "You fucking brought it on yourself, Saul," she muttered. "You fucked me over too many times, I couldn't let it lie."

A knock and the door opened and Suneeta Chankria entered, garbed in the most perfect powder blue skirt suit, sapphires to match her eyes twinkling at her ears and neck, but not quite as dazzling as her brilliant smile. "Berensen has left the building," she beamed.

Carrie nodded. "I know, I watched him." She sighed deeply. "And this time he's not coming back."

"Never." Chankria's smile turned serious. "To fail in complex, high risk operations abroad is one thing but to invite a traitor to work with you for dubious reasons, to give him access to all the information he wants and to not have a clue it is even happening, that is unforgivable. He took his eye off the ball big time to get you back; he's a broken man, Carrie. He'll never work again. He's lucky he didn't end up in jail on a treason charge like Samir Bakri and his friends."

"And what about you?"

Chankria's smile widened again. "Interim Director," she said proudly. "And all thanks to you, Carrie."

"Congratulations." Carrie glanced away, back to the window, Saul had disappeared. Gone forever. It was quite unbelievable but true and she had to move on. "So why did you want to talk to me?" she asked turning back to business.

"I owe you big time and I don't forget my debts. Name it and it's yours, Carrie." Carrie rolled her eyes and let her breath blow out through her mouth as Chankria continued, "I meant what I said, two strong women together, we can move mountains, we can change this pathetic dinosaur of an organisation into one fit for the twenty first century. I think we could do great things together. There is something marvellous about to happen, can you feel it?"

Carrie smiled sadly. "You know, I think I've chased and slain enough demons to last a lifetime. I think, maybe it's time to try something a little more... normal."

Chankria's eyebrows arched. "You will never cope with a normal life."

"Maybe not. But I owe it to Franny and I owe it to Quinn to try."

The interim Director nodded. "How is Peter doing?"

The flash of the memory hit Carrie; as she entered Bakri's hideaway with Rob and the rest of the group at her heels, to see Quinn's battered and inert body on the floor. The devastating frosted fear that had claimed hold of her heart and frozen it to sheer ice when she thought he was dead. And the warm, fuzzy feeling that had overwhelmed her and brought unashamed tears stinging to her eyes, when he had groaned and tried to rouse himself as she bent to gather him in her arms.

Carrie pushed the memory away and nodded. "Good. Out of hospital. His ability to heal is completely astounding doctors everywhere, again. It's just a pity he keeps getting himself into those situations in the first place!" Carrie's tone was a little too fractious she knew but she was still blaming herself for getting Quinn into such a dangerous position again.

"He's a brave and decent man, a little foul mouthed and unkempt for my tastes but even I can detect he has a certain enigmatic charm, although a proper shave every day wouldn't go amiss!" Chankria smiled and then grew serious again. "I don't want to lose either of you and I am sure we can come up with a mutually acceptable solution to this."

"Maybe. But, you know, I think we're just gonna take off for a bit, go on a crazy road trip like my father used to do. See this country that we've given so fucking much of ourselves to save."

Chankria nodded. "Sounds good and you deserve it. I hope you make a go of it for both of you and for Franny too. Don't forget this place isn't going to go away. If ever you want to come back, the invitation stands, just ring me."

"Thanks, I appreciate that although, and I can speak for Quinn on this," Carrie's stomach gave an odd flutter of appreciation at being able to say such a thing. "I think it will be a long time before either of us darkens your doors again."

"Never say never!" Chankria's triumphant smile was wide and seemed to linger, like the Cheshire cat's, long after she had left the room.

Carrie sighed again, took one last look out of the window to see that life still went on in the CIA regardless and began the long job of clearing out her office. Packing up all of the accumulated wreckage from her career, she was determined to leave no trace.

The weather had changed; a storm to match the turmoil reverberating around the CIA senior management team had rolled in. The days of endless blue skies and warm spring sunshine, now only a fuzzy memory, had been blown away by an unseasonal bitter north wind which brought icy cold rain sheeting down in an insistent, never-ending tattoo. The wind destroyed the beautiful cherry trees bordering the streets which had been tricked into blooming prematurely by the previously balmy weather. The gusts howled in manic fury as they scattered the snowy blossom into a pinkish white, ever changing, carpet that swirled around the driveways and gardens, only to be blown eventually into the fast flowing sewer streams and carried away with all the other debris to be lost forever down the dark drains.

A branch from an overhanging tree tapped aggressively at a window as it danced powerless to do anything but submit to the masterful wind. Carrie shivered involuntarily as she returned from checking on Franny, who appeared to be able to sleep through just about anything, much to Carrie's relief and surprise. On stormy nights like this one, Carrie was thankful to be able to shut out the world entirely and relax in a warm, dry and safe house.

She stopped at the bedroom doorway, her mouth curling in an amazed smile at the transformation that had taken place in just the few short minutes she had been away.

The room was now lit by only a few well placed cosy candles creating a warm golden glow and the mesmerising scent of smoky incense drifted on the air. He stood in the shadows and stared at her, drinking her in, his bright eyes shining pinpoints of thirsty need, the dark pupils so wide with yearning. She moved into the surreal scene, her heart quickening in expectation as she stopped next to the bed, just out of his reach. They were still, silent, simply regarding each other; in each stare a lifetime of wanting, a moment of anticipation, feeding energy, rare and pure, to the electricity that sparked between them.

Her mouth dried rapidly and her bowels clenched as she watched him purposefully undo the buttons of his shirt, rip it off and let it drop. She rolled her eyes suggestively as he hitched his jeans over his hips and down to the floor. Her tongue was too large for her mouth, and developed a will of its own, escaping to run seductively around her lips as she had difficulty in swallowing down through her parched throat. His sizzling eyes never left hers as he kicked off shoes, socks, and jeans, dropped his boxers to stand in front of her, naked, shivering with potency, his member swelling and standing up proudly before her. She smiled invitingly, ravaged by the heat of need and desire, and the strengthening flames of passion.

With the silky, confident grace of a hunting panther, Quinn moved to stand behind her. She moaned softly as he bent his head and his lips touched her expectant skin at the nape of her tingling neck. He hungrily kissed his way downwards. As he licked, his warm hands gently slid her dress from her shoulders, his mouth pressing soft kisses down her back, sending little flashes of heat along her spine as he moved lower. When he reached her ass, Quinn let the dress drop to the floor, pulled down her lacy briefs and ran his tongue along Carrie's crack, causing her to jerk forward. Her legs were suddenly weak and she tottered. He moved quickly to stand in front of her and hold her in his strong arms, bending his head to suckle at her small nipples, teasing each rosy bud into his mouth and she whimpered quietly.

With the greatest of care he pushed her away from her clothes, back, to sit on the bed.

He sat down beside her, bent and slipped her feet from her shoes and then rolled down her stockings and threw them away. He stroked her face, his fingers sliding tenderly along her cheek as she flung her head back and simply luxuriated in the fire of his touch.

He stopped.

"Carrie, look at me." She did. Her eyes were wild with hot anxious excitement, cooling slightly as she saw the sudden doubt in his. "If you don't want this," he began earnestly, hesitated. "It is up to you. But," he leaned down and kissed her again. "I would like for you to let me stay."

She leaned back, regarding him, seeing beyond the fading bruise and healing scar on the left side of his face from his latest exploits, concentrating instead on what endured beneath; his startling, sharp, blue eyes, the chisel of his cheekbones, the bristly chin and the muscle pulsing nervously at his jaw. Wonder flashed through her - how could she have spent so much time with him and never seen the acuity of his quality? The image of the smooth featureless statue he had been on that night when his demons had taken him flashed through her memory. She pushed it away, banishing it from her mind, to contemplate what was before her: Peter Quinn, in all of his jagged, imperfect glory. Before her, this night, he was made new and vital and beautiful.

She could ignore it no longer. Finally she acknowledged to herself he was exactly what she wanted.

She whispered breathlessly, "You know I want this time as much as you."

He nodded, his face creasing into a spiky, incisive smile as he pushed her back and then lay down beside her on the bed. As he held her and pressed his mouth to hers, his gentle hands began to stroke down her back, making soothing circles on her hot skin. Carrie felt as though she were melting, being consumed by an unknown, raging fire that had suddenly sprung up inside her.

His hands moved to her breasts as he kissed his way down her body, now sheened with a light coating of sweat like his own, bending to run his expressive tongue along Carrie's belly and then, moving lower, he began to lap gently at her most intimate opening. She moaned in delight and opened her legs wider, trembling with excitement as Quinn licked the juices now soaking the hair between her legs. His skilful tongue slid across her throbbing nub and inside her and she shivered and whimpered with bliss. She sobbed with the joy of it, reached out to grasp the hands at her breasts and hold them close. She cried out and jerked as she felt the burning, wriggling tongue plunging in and out as her nipples were pinched with enthusiasm. Without thinking she spread her legs even wider giving herself to him in every way.

Grinning at her reaction, Quinn withdrew his tongue and slowly slid two fingers into her opening, revelling in the tightness he found there, and then began teasing her clitoris with his tongue. His rhythm was bold and he kept licking and finger fucking her until within minutes Carrie was coming, riding her orgasm with a scream of delight. Her cunt was drenched with fluid as she collapsed into the mattress, shuddering gently.

Quinn rose up to lie beside her, his smile broad and confident, his mouth finding her nipple and drawing it in with his tongue, caressing it. He felt her arch against him, her hands wrap themselves in his hair and urgently pull him closer. As he kissed her the rush of desire that had been building in his loins grew until it filled him, setting every nerve on edge, fixing his thoughts on one goal - to slide his throbbing shaft into her heat. He closed his eyes as his senses struggled, engulfed by her musky scent, the taste of her secret juices so sweet on his tongue, her visceral moaning, and the touch of her silky skin as she urged him onward. He could do nothing but obey.

With a groan he found her ready and dripping and he took her, thrusting quickly, feeling her legs wrap around him as she arched up, asking for more. Gladly he slammed into her, feeling the tight flesh around his cock quiver as Carrie's muscles gripped him. "Yes!" she hissed, whipping her head from side to side, eyes tightly shut, her blonde hair flailing across her face as she reached up and plucked at his nipples, the motion sending shocks across him and tightening his balls.

Amazingly Quinn's shaft grew even harder and he pumped into her welcoming body feverishly, raining kisses down on her face and throat, bending his back awkwardly so that he could suckle at her neck while he rammed his cock into her. In response Carrie tightened her legs around him and dug her heels into his ass, scratching her nails up his back to send a dazzling white light of mixed pain and pleasure along his already sizzling nerves and Quinn gave a smothered groan of triumph and excitement as the orgasm crashed through him. The room was spinning as he exploded within her and she met him, her muscles clenching around him as he pumped inside her.

"Carrie!" he moaned, collapsing against her when he was done.

Giggling, Carrie pushed him onto his back and began to lick his chest, suckling gently at his nipples, causing him to jerk as his nerves protested. "Wait," he moaned. "Give me a moment."

"I want you," whispered Carrie, her eyes dark with lust. "I want to fuck you forever!"

Her words set Quinn's cock upward once more and he pulled her down, pushing her mouth open with his tongue and letting it entwine around hers. She whimpered and pressed herself against him. "Fuck me, Quinn." She hissed as one hand plucked at his nipples, the other pulled at his hair. "Do it again!"

Quinn lifted her, settling her onto his barely recovered rigid shaft, and felt her begin to rotate subtly, grinding herself down on him, rubbing his balls with her hand. A teasing finger worked its way behind him to stroke hesitantly across his anus and he gasped in appreciation, lifted his hips slightly to allow access and felt a fingertip slip inside. The sensation was like bolts of colourful lightning slamming through him and his hands around Carrie's hips tightened, his cock swelled further as he began to move in and out of her to match the movement of the questing finger in his ass.

Carrie threw back her head and moaned her approval at his movement and then began to squirm in delight. Quinn's arousal reached a terrifying crescendo, the stimulation from the different points bombarding him with so many sensations his brain could not process them all. Surrendering his logic and conscious thought, Quinn gave himself up to complete physical pleasure, drowning in the feelings that now defined him. With a groan he felt another orgasm building, growing and then his seed shooting from him in wave after wave, a release of such magnitude he was pummelled and beaten and pounded by it as it rushed through his body. His muscles spasmed and shook and his vision dimmed as he was overwhelmed by the physical climax. Carrie gave a shriek of delight and Quinn could feel her clamping around his shaft, the tight grip squeezing him so hard he grunted in appreciation as she bucked and ground her clitoris against him until her breathing went ragged and she screamed in rapture.

He moaned and lay back, exhausted but satisfied in a way he had not felt before. Carrie collapsed to lie draped across his chest, breathing heavily, her pale porcelain skin so beautiful in the candle light, he could not resist the urge to lift his drowsy hand and stroke her adoringly.

They lay together in expended silence in the afterglow of the love they had made, bathed in blessed fulfilment neither willing to break the breathtaking spell of the magic they had created together.

"It doesn't matter," he said finally, taking hold of her limp hand and caressing it.

She raised her head slightly. "What?"

He sighed. "That I can't do it any more. I needed to learn it and now I know." He lifted her hand to his mouth and kissed along her fingers.

She smiled, slithering up his sweaty body, until they were at the same height, their mouths tantalisingly close and she was looking deep into his eyes. "You can do everything that I need you to do, Quinn and," she pouted provocatively. "You can fucking do it with style!"

He grinned. "I guess that's enough."

"Hell yeah!" she replied and then she kissed him, long and hard.

Outside, the demons and their storms continued to rage, but within the safe haven of the bedroom, two damaged souls had found, at least for this night, a healing and a peace that they had both chased for so long.

Twelve weeks later, and many months before Thanksgiving, sour-faced Susan won her money in the HR Department sweepstake for her prediction about Carrie Mathison and Peter Quinn!

The end