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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"I don't want to think anymore right now." He brushed his fingertip over her nipple, then touched her lips. "Take your clothes off."

Her hand clenched on his chest as she nodded firmly. Despite her agreement, it took her a moment to put that intention into action. She slipped the rest of the way out of her bra, then squirmed to get out of her panties. Naked with him was the easiest thing.

Naked had been easiest for them for awhile now. He got out of the last of his own clothes, then dragged her back to his chest. He started kissing her hair and rubbing her back. He just needed to connect, to feel whole again for a little while.

Carrie shifted in his arms so she could keep her hands on him as they cuddled. There would be more to it soon, if their history meant anything, but for the moment that's what it was. Warm bodies against each other. Two people being completely present for each other.

She nuzzled at his neck. "Might say you should always be naked around me. So I can touch you any time we want, right away."

"We'd never be able to be in public. But I think I'm okay with that." While he continued to kiss her hair, his hands moved over her back, tracing her spine. They'd spent a lot of time together before coming home, but he'd not really taken the chance to just touch her without rushing on to the next thing.

Since he was already AWOL from home, there was no reason to rush.

She snorted. "I meant here in my house, not in general." Not that there was any good way they could be in public now anyway. She arched toward him, hooking her leg over his so she could rock slowly. "Never did have the chance to be naked for long periods."

He let her rub against him without comment, still taking his time to touch. "Too many people watching and waiting, to do that."

He ran his fingers up her spine, then down over her ass. He wanted to try and inflame her with just touch. He wanted to feel like he'd accomplished something.

"No one watching now." If either of them fell off the grid for too long, the attention would come back, but for right then it was just them. That made her buck toward him as much as his fingers did. His fingers left a more lasting shiver, though. She tried to turn some so she could look over her shoulder and watch his hands, but she couldn't bend that far.

He caught her trying to watch and smiled slightly. "You like watching, don't you?" Given her job, he figured it was a fair statement. He took his hands away and rolled, putting her on her back. Then he moved off her a little and started touching her again, beginning at her shoulder.

"I'm good at it." She let him move her around while she kept her hands on him. Watching was nice, touching was nicer. "I like your hands." She watched his fingers on her skin, pale pink on creamy white. It was a wonder they survived the desert at all.

He smiled up at her as he traced invisible lines on her skin. His fingers moved over her breasts and across her belly, but did not dip below her waist. He was, after all taking his time.

"I like touching you." He leaned down and kissed her shoulder. "Smelling you. You smell good. Feel good."

It took her a little while, distracted as she was, to understand the game he was playing. The moment she did, she gasped loudly and bucked against him again. If he hadn't said something so simply sweet, she might have started begging for ore. "You smell good, too. Remembered that after you went home." She licked her lips. "Missed it."

He nodded his agreement. He'd longed for her smell at the oddest times. He'd even tried to track it down, to figure out if it was a soap or a perfume. It doesn't worked, of course. But he had tried.

He found her lips and kissed her softly. "You taste good, too." He kissed her again as he finally traced his fingers down between her legs. He touched her very lightly, teasingly so, then returned his focus to her breasts.

She practically leaped off the bed, crying out in need. She was way more wound up than she thought she was and his teasing was just cruel. "Hey! That's just not fair." She put her hand on his head, fighting not to push him in any direction, but it was hard enough that her hand shook. "If you really want to taste me, you could do that."

She groaned. "That was subtle."

It was not even a little subtle and he smiled against her lips. "There someplace you have in mind, babe?" He had a bunch, but he wanted her to be specific with him. He needed that, someone to tell him what to do.

She bucked against him, meaning it to be a hint, but she also answered him with a low groan. "A few. All lower than where you are." She ran her hand down his chest, stopping near a nipple for a moment, then further down to the hollow of his hip. "For a start."

He smirked. "Yes, ma'am." She was making it very easy to forget about the rest of the world.

Slowly, he slid down her body, kissing as he went. He took his time, following the track of her hand down his own chest. He paused for a long time at first one breast, then the other, before continuing to her navel.

There was no rest of the world. There wasn't anything beyond the confines of that room at the moment. She caressed every bit of him she could reach, even lifting up off the bed so she could run her hand down his back. She kept her eyes open, even when he focused on her breasts, so she see his every move. She wanted to see his face when she moaned or when she shuddered.

Each moan and shudder got a reaction from him, his own body responding to hers. This ease that he had with her was exactly why what they were doing was a very bad idea. He'd never been this easy with Jess, even before. It was as though he needed to bond over a great trauma to reach this level. That had to speak to something wrong with his psyche even before he went to war.

And he didn't really care.

Carrie shifted under him so she could rub her inner thigh against him. He wasn't getting low enough fast enough, but at the same time every single thing he did was driving her crazy. Being with him was easy for her, too, which wasn't as big a surprise as it was for him. What surprised her was how easy it was to be with him again. And again.

They got each other and there were precious few people who understood her. There were none who understood her and could be with her repeatedly. Well, not like this. Saul didn't exactly count.

He was not going to be rushed, given that he was already likely in deep shit for having disappeared. He was going to enjoy every moment of his time being normal.

He did finally relent, though, and move lower. He nipped at her as he shifted, before finally settling between her legs. He looked up at her and waggled his eyebrows before setting to work.

His expression made her crack up, which delayed the moan of pleasure when she felt his lips and tongue. Her hand tightened on his shoulder when she did start paying real attention. She shifted and bucked against him, trying to stay still but failing pretty miserably. "That look should require a license. It's deadly."

His whole response was to hmm against her, teasing her more even as he winked at her. She was so easily pleased that he found he was enjoying himself even more. That she was expressive about it also helped.

Expressive didn't quite cover it. She kept clutching at his shoulder, careful not to leave a mark even though she wanted to. She wanted to put a mark on him that would bring back good memories. Of course, she couldn't leave any kind of mark on him because he wasn't hers. She ran her fingers through his hair, to keep herself honest.

She also told him, in clear words, just how good he felt.

He'd have accepted marks. He hadn't said she couldn't. As infrequently as his wife saw him shirtless, she could probably even get away with it. But since he didn't know that's what she was thinking, he couldn't tell her that. Not that he would have stopped what he was doing to talk about it. He was enjoying the way she tasted far too much.

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