Carrie didn't say a word for what felt like an eternity. His words pierced her and sent her into a state of mental confusion. She looked in his eyes that hadn't dared moved from her and she could see he was full of regret. She shut her eyes and shook her head slowly, breaking their gaze. She leaned her one arm on the bed and ran her other along her temple. "You volunteered..." she said quietly, still in disbelief. Quinn didn't respond, knowing nothing he would say would make it better. She looked at him again, "Well just call Adal back and tell him you can't go, that you made a mistake."
"I wish it were that easy, Carrie." he finally spoke knowing her next words. He shifted on the bed to face her and could tell she had retracted some. "It's already in motion. I can't stop it." he explained gently, "I am sorry...I thought you didn't wa-...I fucked up."
"I'll call him, I'll tell him you're injured and you can't fly. We'll stay here until some time passes..then we go home." she said, beginning to get frantic. "He can't make you do anything, there's always a way to stop these things." she looked in his eyes and he shook his head, having no solution for her. "Or they can send Rob or someone else, there are plenty of other people to choose from who may not mind dying!" Carrie let a tear roll down her cheek as the thought of losing him again was too much to handle. Quinn wiped the tear from her cheek, his rough fingers grazing her skin, and he took one of her hands in his.
"It'll be fine...I'll be fine." He told her, craning his neck slightly to try and make eye contact with her. She shook her head, not meeting his eyes.
"No. No you don't get to do this again! You don't get to leave me waiting to hear if you're alive or dead!" She breathed in quickly, "I can't do it, Quinn...I can't handle that. No way." She looked at him, her eyes full of tears and frustration. "I can't let you be their pawn, their weapon they can use anytime they want. Fucking Dar Adal calls on you and you just give your life away like it's nothing! And for what? To hunt down some 'high ranking' targets only to find out-after you have a bullet in you- that they're mid-level soldiers?! It's bullshit!" She was close to him on the bed, face to face and she was on her knees, legs tucked under her body. "They fucking use you, Quinn! And I can't let you get killed over some crap job they're sticking you with. I can't get another letter!" she shouted at him.
He held their stare for a moment, her comment about another letter stung him. "Carrie..I am going after Haqqani." He told her softly and could see her expression turn to shock. "I was tracking him after Syria. That was the plan all along. Syria was a front to divert attention. I tracked him back into Pakistan...I had him in my sight and then Saul called me." He paused for a moment, allowing her to take it all in. "He called me to go get you. You were in danger and that was more important." Quinn waited for her response and anticipated her blow up.
"Why didn't you tell me sooner?" was all Carrie asked and shook her head when he didn't respond. "So now what? You get back into Pakistan and kill Haqqani? As if it's that easy."
"Something like that." He said, void of emotion. "We both know it has to be done."
"Yea, but it doesn't have to be by you!" Carrie said desperately, still trying to find a way out.
He touched her face gently and slipped his hand down, to hold the side of her neck. "Tonight, when we get picked up, we're being brought to the air base and you're going home. I won't be going with you." he explained to her slowly, praying she wouldn't hate him for this.
She shook her head quickly, "No..no, absolutely not. I am going with you." She said firmly.
"No, you're not." Quinn told her, quickly cutting off that thought.
"Well then I'll wait right here or at the embassy but I am not going home while you're out there." She told him, desperation overtaking her.
Quinn tightened his grip on her a bit so she'd look him in the eyes, "No, Carrie." He took a long pause, "you're going to go home to Frannie and wait for me there."
She shut her eyes tightly and her chin quivered. She gripped onto his wrist of the hand that was holding her neck and lowered her face down a bit. She shook her head, tears running down her cheeks. "No..I can't..I can't.."
Quinn moved his body close to her and wrapped his arms around her, running his fingers through her hair and pulling her face into his shoulder. She let out a cry and held in tightly to his arms, punching him lightly in the arm, her strength gone. "It'll be ok. It's ok." he whispered to her trying to soothe her pain. Carrie cried for a few minutes against him, gripping onto him tightly. She had just got him back. Was it too much to ask for to keep him? They both knew there was no getting out of this and he would have to resume the job. There was a part of both of them, no matter how badly they wanted to go home together, that wanted Haqqani dead.
She stopped crying and took a sharp deep breath, pulling away from him, lifting her head. He stared back at her, unsure of what to say or do. He would sit there all night until he had to leave, if that's what she wanted. "I need you to promise me two things." She said to him, her expression, serious. "Promise that you'll come home and promise me that you'll get that son of a bitch."
Quinn was only slightly surprised by her words and although he knew he shouldn't promise her he'd come home, he couldn't not. He gave her a small smile and nodded his head, "Ok, Carrie." He encircled her face with both his hands and looked at her carefully. "I want you to be the last thing I think about before I leave tonight." He leaned in and kissed her gently, yet passionately. She welcomed his affection and kissed him back quickly, running her hands under his arms. He wrapped one arm under her back and scooped her up towards him, pressing her against his body. He moved on his knee and adjusted her body and leaned her back onto the bed. She was laying underneath him, and he was kissing her different this time. It was all different. There was no rush but to them it felt like there was. She pulled up his black shirt, helping it over his head and he tossed it to the side. He immediately became hard when he felt her smooth hands move lightly over his chest then down his back, pulling him close.
Quinn kissed and nibbled at her neck, not caring if he left any marks. Good, he rather she did have some. He ran his tongue over her collarbone as he moved his hand up her leg, pushing up the towel that was still between them. She tugged at his pants and undid his belt, allowing him to help her remove them. He was only in his boxer briefs and his erection pressed against the stretchy fabric. God, he looked so damn good, she thought. He caught her looking and smiled. "What?" She asked smiling back at him. "Nothing." He said, his expression unchanged.
He hovered over her and looked at her for a minute, before slowly undoing the knot she had put in the towel to hold it up. She held her breath but felt more comfortable this time. She didn't feel nervous. He opened the towel slowly, exposing her perfectly soft skin. He stared at her before leaning back against her, kissing her deeply. His fingers worked their way around her body, up and down her arms, her torso, her thighs. He left a string of kisses down her neck until he reached her breasts and he encircled his hand around one while he licked and pulled at her other. She let out a moan and he took that as a sign for more. He nibbled a little harder, enjoying feeling her soft skin in his mouth. She was perfect. Carrie ran her fingers through his hair and tried to take in how good it felt. He stopped and began kissing her body, down to her torso. He stopped at her fresh wound and looked up at her, "Does it hurt?" He asked softly, and she shook her head no. He kissed her skin a bit lower each time and when she didn't even realize, he moved his right hand between her legs, grazing his fingers over her wetness. She took a quick deep breath and he knew he surprised her. He loved how aroused she already was for him. He continued down and suddenly stopped, making his way back up to her mouth, kissing her hard. As he kissed her, he quickly moved his hand back between her thighs and dipped two fingers deep inside her. She broke their kiss and let out a sharp moan, not expecting that. He smiled and moved his mouth close to her ear, whispering huskily, "You like that?"
"Mmmhm" was all she could respond but that wasn't good enough for him. He plunged his fingers in further and asked again, this time a bit more demanding, "I said, do you like that?" This time she tried to catch her breath and let out an exasperated "Yes!"
It had been a bit of a fantasy for him, to do that to her, watch her feel ultimate pleasure from him. Pleased, he kept sliding his fingers in and out of her and moved himself down quickly, suddenly working his tongue against her clit. She was squirming and moaning and he held one hand firmly on her thigh to steady her as he continued. He moved his tongue faster and slipped in a third finger, immediately feeling her grab onto his hair "Quinn!" He wanted her to come for him, from him and he knew she was close. He slipped his fingers from her and replaced them with his tongue. She almost couldn't stand it anymore and couldn't believe how good he was at this. She gripped his hair and grinded herself against his tongue, as he moved harder. "Oh my God...yes..." She was going to come and he wanted her to. "Aghh... Quinn.." She came hard and probably pulled his hair tighter than he had hoped. He slowed down and licked her gently, tasting every last bit of her. He sat up on his knees in between her legs and looked down at her. She was flushed and breathing heavy. He took his briefs off and threw them aside, releasing his erection. He watched her stare at him and her exasperated look turned into desire.
Quinn lowered himself down on top of her and kissed her, allowing her to taste herself. She could feel his erection rubbing against her torso, then against her thigh as he moved lower. She spread her legs further for him and wrapped her arms around his back. "Please...I need you." She told him, and without another word he slid his hard cock inside her in one motion. She let out a load moan as he did, gripping him tightly. She was still sore from the night before and now she remembered why. He moved out of her slowly then pushed back in, but not all the way. Quinn nuzzled his face in her neck and held her legs back, as he pushed completely into her. She arched her back when he did, his thickness filling her and she moaned loudly. He stayed still for a minute, completely inside her and looked in her eyes, "You're so fucking beautiful, you know that, Carrie." He told her and used one of his hands to stroke her face. She almost couldn't believe how right it felt and how good it felt to be so intimate with him. She pulled his face to hers and wrapped her tongue in his, feeling him start to slowly pump in and out of her.
They found a perfect rhythm and she got used to the feel of his body on hers. Carrie wrapped her legs around his waist and moved her hips with his. She could tell he loved that. Quinn could barely even comprehend that this was happening. He had thought about it for so long and yes - sometimes he thought about the type of sex they had last night - but majority of the time it was like this. He always thought about making love to her rather than fucking her, I guess that's what happens when you have feelings for someone, he thought. She was the only one who has ever made him actually feel something. He tried not to think too much about anything else except for being with her in that moment. He knew there was always a possibility that he wouldn't make it home and he wanted this to be just for them, always engrained in their memory. He was so caught up he didn't realize how much he slowed down and she touched his face gently, "You ok?"
"I am fine" Quinn told her and she didn't believe him for a second. She took this as her cue to take control and distract him from his thoughts. Usually it was the other way around with them. Carrie pushed her hand to his chest and shifted her body, letting him know to move. She placed her hands on his arms and kissed him quickly, "My turn.." she whispered and he obediently rolled off her and she climbed on top of him slowly. This was another one of his fantasies. She straddled him and moved her body up, close to his still throbbing erection. He placed his hands on her thighs, making small circles on her smooth skin. She yanked both of his hands off of her and slammed them behind his head. He was surprised, yet immediately even more turned on. "Now, how do you like it?" She said, giving him a devilish smile. She wanted to give him a taste of his own medicine from last night. He was speechless and his injured arm was stinging but he didn't care. She slowly lowered herself down onto his cock, stopping inch by inch, making him suffer. "Carrie..." he managed to mutter in between groans. She suddenly slammed herself down onto him, taking in his full length and he let out a loud moan. She started moving her hips against him, getting faster and he could feel her fucking him as hard as she could. "Holy shit..." he moaned as he bucked his hips back into her, meeting her pace.
"That's it...come for me Quinn.." She whispered to him, her voice ragged and she continued to move quickly on his cock. That was it. No more control. "Not yet.." He said and broke her grip on his wrists and sit up, still inside her, grasping onto her hips. He sat up, swinging his legs off the bed and she wrapped her legs around his waist. She sat there, him deep inside her, their bodies as close and as tight as they could get. Quinn nibbled on her earlobe and whispered to her, "Come with me." and started to grind himself against her and she returned his movement, as she wrapped her arms around his neck. He held onto her tightly and they moved together until they both let out exasperated moans, pushing each other over the edge.
Neither of them moved and they probably couldn't if they tried. Her legs were shaking and they were both sweating a bit. Quinn didn't want to release her from his grip and kissed her shoulder gently, catching his breath. She softly ran her limp fingers through his hair, letting her nails graze his scalp. He shut his eyes and let his lips rest on her neck. Finally, she kissed his head and slowly moved off of him, feeling his strong hands release her. Carrie pulled down the covers of the bed and climbed under them, holding up the sheet. "Come..." she said and beckoned Quinn to join her. He moved almost gingerly from the side of the bed and slid under the sheet with her. He laid on his back and she immediately went to the nook of his arm, resting her head on his chest and draped her arm around his body. He hooked his arm around her back and began running his fingers over the length of her other arm.
They laid there in silence for awhile before he spoke, "It'll be ok, you know that, right?" he said softly. She didn't want to have this conversation right now and she wished he wouldn't ruin their moment. "How much time do we have left?" she asked, ignoring his question.
Quinn glanced at the clock, "Five hours." he told her, knowing it wouldn't be long enough. He wanted to stay right there, forever with her. It finally felt right, he finally felt an intense love for her that he had only thought could exist. Then he felt her shift her body against him, draping her leg over his. "Well then we better not waste any of the next 300 minutes." She bit her lip, smiling at him and started to kiss him. Quinn pulled her body on top of his, holding her tightly. This was exactly how he wanted to spend their time.