Rescued?

[neverwrongagent]

When the posters went up showing the two members of the Marine sniper team who'd gone missing, Carrie Mathison stood and stared at them. She didn't see two Marines in their uniforms, though, she saw only one of them half dressed on a rooftop looking up at the blanket of stars. She saw a sweet smile from a man who was too far from home and was trying to hold onto his humanity. Every time she passed the posters, even if she didn't turn to look, she was as aware of them as if someone had reached out and grabbed her. Months went by and the sensation never weakened.

Then came word that they'd been found, that two Marines had been found in neighboring camps. Both men were in rough shape: dehydrated, beaten and demoralized. One was worse than the other, but first reports didn't make it clear which it was and Carrie held her breath until she knew that Brody was in better physical shape. Not that she asked or spoke to anyone about knowing him. The moment she said a word, they'd pull her out of it all and that wasn't happening.

The men were kept apart while they were cleaned up. Carrie read both files, but it was Brody's she kept going over and over in her head. She knew every detail of what they'd found out so far. On the outside it probably seemed cruel to interrogate the men so soon, but the sooner they got it done, the better. These men were headed home, at least for a while, and it would be harder to get solid information from them when they were there.

It wasn't until minutes before she walked into the room that Carrie knew for sure which man she was going to debrief. She was ready to bounce out of her skin by the time she walked in, a feeling that vanished immediately when she saw him. "Sergeant Brody? I'm Carrie Mathison. I'm here to ask you some questions."

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[neverwrongagent]

She did nothing to stop him. When Carrie committed to a thing, she over committed. It was a strength and a failing. The bed was just big enough that when she squirmed to help him get the access he wanted, she didn't fall right off the bed. At the same time she surrendered to the kiss he wanted, parting her lips with a happy whimper.

She put herself to work caressing his torso, wanting only to give him contact and pleasure. It they ended up fucking like bunnies, great. If they ended up touching and making out, so be it.

[posterboymarine]

Fucking like bunnies seemed the most likely. He got his hand in her pants and started touching her, intend to make her as needy as he was. Not that he thought it would take long.

[neverwrongagent]

She kept shifting and squirming until they found exactly the right angle for her to go from seriously interested to damned needy in the fastest time. Her grip on his side tightened suddenly when they found that spot just until she remembered he still had a healing cut right above where she was starting to drive her nails in. To make it up to him, she tried to shift so she could rub her hand against his groin. "Feels like we're playing twister." She laughed. "Kinky, grown up twister."

[posterboymarine]

"Or making out in a dorm room. Or the back of a car." He smirked, then thrust against her hand. "Need you to do something about that, please."

[neverwrongagent]

"Something?" She smirked at him. "Just any something or did you have something specific in mind?" She shifted again so she could get his pants open and shove her own hand inside. This wasn't the time for a great deal of finesse. "Hmmm, the back of a car. You're a little long for that."

She snorted a laugh, "I mean your legs. Honest."

[posterboymarine]

Grinding into her hand, he laughed softly. "Of course you did." He lifted his hips, so she could push his pants down. "You know what I want."

[neverwrongagent]

She groaned at that. "Oh yeah, I know what you want." She tightened her grip on him for a moment, then worked to get his pants off him. Presented with a naked, increasingly excited Brody made her smile broadly even though he still looked battered. She leaned over and nipped his belly. "On your back? That way I can reach everything."

[posterboymarine]

He shuddered at the nip. "On my back because I can't hold myself up." Then he bucked under her, trying to hurry her up.

[neverwrongagent]

She shook her head, even though she knew he wasn't up to the way he'd practically thrown her around before. Still, she stripped her way out of the rest of her clothes and did as he wished. On her way up, she kissed over his chest and up to his throat. "I've got you." And with those words, she angled so he could slip inside her. She whimpered. "I've got you. Fuck."

[posterboymarine]

His reaction to being inside of her was nearly the same as hers. He cursed rather creatively as his hands went to her hips and he closed his eyes. She finally felt really real and he whimpered at that, too.

Knowing that they didn't really have much time and that they had to be quiet, he started rocking under her.

[neverwrongagent]

The cursing made her smile. It also made her tighten around him with pleasure at such a strong reaction. She moved with him, as aware as he was that there wasn't time for round after round the way they had last time. Instead she stayed bent over him so her strokes were long and she nuzzled and kissed his neck. The combination was more intimate than she expected and made her shudder.

[posterboymarine]

It was intimate in a way he wasn't expecting either. In this moment, he would have done anything she asked, anything she wanted. He rolled his hips under her, trying to get as deep as he could. He wasn't going to last long, but he was going to give her all her could manage.

[neverwrongagent]

She moved up along his jaw to right under his ear and started whispering naughty, breathy words that weren't necessarily logical to their actions but still conveyed exactly how it all made her feel. Words like sweet and beautiful didn't necessarily make sense when they were driving against each other in a race against the clock. That didn't change the fact that those were the words she truly felt in that moment.

Then she paused for just an instant, pressed hard against his hips. "Perfect."

[posterboymarine]

Perfect was a good way of putting it and he nodded his agreement. That they were rushed didn't matter. That he was married didn't matter. That she was going to have him lie to his friend didn't matter. The only thing that mattered was how good they were together in that moment.

[neverwrongagent]

She started moving again, shuddering with every stroke. She was much closer than she expected. Whimpering a desperate plea, she ground into him, working to push him in the same way she was begging him to push her. That's what they did, after all, pushed at each other.

[posterboymarine]

He didn't have to be quite as careful with her as she had to be with him. As such, his fingers dug into her hips as she rode him. It took him really no time at all to climax and he had to bite back his cry as he bucked himself empty inside her.

[neverwrongagent]

Feeling him let go, knowing that it meant he trusted her enough, sent her over the edge. She pressed her face hard against his neck and let him feel her cry since she couldn't let him hear it. She kept moving until the after shocks were almost more ticklish then pleasurable. Then she sagged against him. "Perfect."

[posterboymarine]

He wrapped his arms around her and hugged her for a moment, then he smiled and kissed her hair. "You should probably get dressed. Or perfect might go bad, real quick." He was, of course, referring to the chance that they might be caught in their very compromising position.

[neverwrongagent]

Carrie groaned thickly, knowing he was right, but seriously regretting the need to move. She slid away from him slowly, kissing her way down to his belly as she climbed off the bed. Resisting the impulse to kiss his softening cock took some work, but the didn't have that kind of time.

While she dressed, she looked him over. His body was a roadmap of what had been done to him, but he did look more relaxed. "Feeling better?"

[posterboymarine]

He was laughing an awful lot around her, given his situation. Still, he laughed again and nodded. "Little bit, yeah." He shifted some to get himself put back together, already missing her warmth.

Once he was dressed, he carefully sat up and ran his hand through his hair. "I have no idea what you've done to me."

[neverwrongagent]

She blinked at him. "Don't know what I've done." She went over to take her original seat on the floor next to him. "Was just trying to help." She glanced up at him, suddenly shy. "And it feels really good to be with you that way."

[posterboymarine]

He combed his fingers through her hair. "I know what you did to me. I just don't know how." He knew he wasn't making any sense. And that was fine. His brain was addled.

And he certainly couldn't argue with her assessment of how it felt. "It does. Really good. Damn good." He leaned over and kissed the top of her head. "Which makes no sense. But I'm not going to complain."

[neverwrongagent]

"I have all sorts of interesting skills." What he meant crept around the edges of his words and she finally got it. She put her head down on his knee, sighing softly. "Easier when we know it can be done. When we know it'll be good." She shrugged. "I never questioned it. Not then, not now."

Chemistry was something you lucked into.

[posterboymarine]

She did have a point and he nodded. Then he heard boots in the hallway and he sighed. "Sounds like the cavalry is coming."

[neverwrongagent]

She rolled her eyes. "Right on time, exactly when they aren't wanted." She slowly got to her feet, brushing her fingers over his cheek before moving to the other side of the room. She was a little surprised at the vaguely polite knock before the door opened, enough so that she gave Brody a raised eyebrow before looking at the men who entered.

Last one in was a doctor, a CIA doctor, who was there to give Brody another once over. Carrie would have happily told him that the man's stamina was up if she could. Before him was an MP and one of Carrie's colleagues. Together they filled the room, completely blocking her view of Brody. She tried to shift some to see him, but she couldn't do it without being obvious.