neverwrongagent | Rescued?

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Rescued?

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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Setting limits and time tables barely worked with her professionally. Putting that in her hands when she was getting worked up was ridiculous. She broke out of the kisses again to sit up and rip her shirt off. Looking down at him, she measured her need versus how long it would take to get his shirt off. With a sharp nod, she made her choice and started pulling at his clothes until she got him clear of them.

Then she settled right back on him with a happy whimper, her hands moving over his torso as she went back to kissing him. The heat of his skin made her shudder.

He wasn't going to argue with a single thing she was doing. He approved of all of it. And of her willingness to take charge.

Her hands moving over his chest had him nearly purring himself. He enjoyed being touched, in general. When she touched him, he enjoyed it that much more. She made his body sing, which was a stupidly romantic notion if ever there was one.

Which did exactly nothing to negate the truth of it.

She made no distinction between the scars of his injuries or the clear skin, only watching for places that might still hurt. So long as it made him arch toward her, she kept doing it. Finally she had to sit up a little and brush her hair back from her face while she caught her breath. "We either need to stop soon or take off more clothes."

She ground her hips against his, clearly indicating her first choice.

He laughed softly. "So, we should stop?" That he was teasing her had to be a good sign. He didn't want to stop. She didn't want to stop. There was no need to stop.

"Take off the clothes, I think."

She rolled her eyes at him, but she didn't hesitate for an instant when he said off with the clothes. She shifted down his body so she could work at getting his pants off. The whole time she fussed with fastenings and fabric, she kissed his belly and hips. Again, there were no hesitations over what was scarred and what was not.

She groaned softly. "Oh the things I want to do to you."

He helped her as he could to get stripped down. Then he settled again under her. "Why don't you tell me."

She chuckled against his hip where she was nipping lightly. "How much time do you have?" She knew the answer to that, but it was a good indicator of how often she'd thought about it. "Want to use my mouth on you until you squirm. Want to feel you lose control."

She knew exactly how long he had. He had all the time in the world. "Don't let me stop you." He shifted a little under her, trying to encourage her a little.

"This room isn't bugged, is it?"

She had been just about to flick her tongue over him when he asked that and she stopped and stared at him. "I'm a wild kinda girl, but that's not exactly something I'm into." Public places? Sure. But not that.

She went back to what she was doing, running her tongue over his cock. "Nobody else deserves to be a part of this."

"Just. Checking." The words were barely understandable through the groan they were wrapped in. Clearly, she was trying to kill him. Or she'd spent more time thinking about him than he realized. Either of those answers could be correct at this point and he'd be fine with it.

She didn't laugh at him. Instead she redoubled her efforts to make him squirm. She ran her nails over his inner thighs and her lips up and then down his cock. Hearing him beg would be nice, so she held off taking him into her mouth.

Some day she'd explain just how much she'd thought about him. Some day.

It didn't take much more for him to give her exactly what she wanted. He begged in a low, deep groan, pleading with her to stop teasing him. And the more she did, the less articulate he became. If any sort of eloquence was required, he was failing at it.

All she wanted from him was to believe that he needed something from her. He was giving her that so she rewarded him by taking him in deeply, swirling her tongue over him. She moved slowly over him, not exactly ending the tease so much as changing it to something that would build a little more slowly. Or, at least it would if she could keep from letting her own needs take over.

He brought his hands to her hair and rocked slightly under her. That she was going slow was horrible, in the best possible way. It made his body quiver and he lost the ability to really think.

If they did nothing else, she would count this encounter as a win. Or at least, she would once he surrendered completely and she felt his body give way to her. When she felt like he might be close, she moved a little faster, hoping to push him over the edge.

If they did nothing else, he would be disappointed. Which was not to say that he would not give in to her. He bucked hard under her, trying to give her what little warning he could before he lost control.

She rode out his climax, her eyes closing so she could focus on how his body reacted. There were so many details that would inform how she abused him going forward. She pulled away from him as he settled and moved up to lie down beside him, her head on his shoulder. "That was fun."

He laughed. Or, thought he did. The noise that came out of his mouth was definitely closer to a hoarse wheezing than any sort of laugh from a man. Which was likely her goal.

She had to giggle at that. "Oh yeah, lots of fun." She shifted back up where she could work on his neck. As she kissed him, she curled closer, unable to keep from rubbing her hips against him. "Love touching you."

Her rubbing against him was ramping him right back up and he reached for her. "Love how you touch me." He was not going to think any deeper into that if he could help it. It might not bode well for his future.

She curled around him, letting him see just how worked up she was. And she still had her pants on. She wasn't thinking of anything much past her turn, but that would change when she'd gotten some kind of release. She wasn't ready to beg, but she did look up at him with huge, pleading eyes.

Then she bucked hard into him, shuddering. "Fuck, sorry."

His laugh this time was a bit more normal sounding. "I'm going to need a few more minutes for that. But you should take your pants off. They are in the way." He did have the grace to move and help her.

She moved much more slowly than she had when getting his pants off because she wanted to give him the time to recover and because she wanted his hands on her. "Wouldn't want anything to get in the way of something you want." She flopped back on the bed with a laugh. "You do want something more, don't you?"

He gave her the best 'Duh' look he had as he settled himself between her legs. "I think I do, yes." His body still wasn't fully ready, but he wasn't going to let that stop him from teasing her some.

Having him there, against her, was plenty for the moment. She found herself arching toward him and moaning much more loudly than she expected to. "Wouldn't want to be too pushy or anything, so long as you're sure..."

She wasn't the least bit convincing, not even remotely.

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