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."

Comments

[posterboymarine]

He nodded. "Not that there was really anyone for me to talk to there. Not after." He leaned against her. "Except you."

[neverwrongagent]

She nodded. "With what I do, there's never many people I can talk to honestly." Secrets kept her from talking to family and friends. Needing to appear totally in control kept her from talking to colleagues. "I relax when I'm with you."

[posterboymarine]

He nodded. "The only time I relax is when I'm with you." Which was not a good thing if he wanted to keep his marriage alive.

He turned some, so that he was facing her, even as his towel slipped off, leaving him nakeder. He cupped her cheek, tracing his thumb over her lips. "It's not fair, you know."

[neverwrongagent]

She rubbed against his hand, smiling gently. She liked that he was comfortable with her, that she could give him that. Normally he made people nervous. "No, it's not." She blinked. "Wait, what isn't?"

[posterboymarine]

He smiled softly. "How easy it is with you. That's not fair." He leaned forward, resting his forehead against hers. "Never been this easy with anyone else."

[neverwrongagent]

She exhaled slowly as she wrapped her arm more tightly around him. "No. Me, either." She caressed his hip for a while, aware of all the bare flesh, but thinking past that. She sat back a little to meet his eyes. "Never?" The man was married after all.

[posterboymarine]

He shook his head. "Never. High school sweethearts starts out easy-ish. Then you become an adult. But it was never easy."

[neverwrongagent]

She caressed his hip again, then moved up to his chest. The idea of being with someone that long, even if you subtracted the years for his service, was foreign to her. "But you were happy?"

[posterboymarine]

He nodded. "And some days, I still am. For a few hours, anyway." Mostly it was when the kids were around. He couldn't talk to his wife, try as they both might.

[neverwrongagent]

A few hours here and there didn't sound like enough reason to stay in a marriage, but then she wasn't exactly an expert. Still, it made her feel less like she was responsible for breaking up anything. That was going to happen anyway if something didn't change. "I don't want to mess that up. You've lost enough."

[posterboymarine]

He shook his head. "I've messed it up plenty all on my own. Me and the US government."

[neverwrongagent]

Nodding, she shifted some, working her way firmly into his arms, brushing aside the towel completely. She nuzzled against his neck with a soft sigh. "I like having you here, Nick." She kissed his throat. "It makes me happy to have you here."

[posterboymarine]

He pulled her all the way into his lap and hugged her against his chest. "I'm happy being here." Which was also a horrible thing in terms of his marriage. "I like being here."

[neverwrongagent]

As she wriggled closer, his shirt pulled up off her until she was bare assed against him, which only made her wriggle a little more. "Then let's make this a real safe place. Somewhere we can find peace." She laughed softly. "And have fun."

[posterboymarine]

He smiled at her wiggling. "You gonna give me a key?"

[neverwrongagent]

"I am." She nipped at his jaw. "And space in the bathroom and closet." Now that was truly terrifying. The really scary part was that it didn't scare her nearly as much as it should. It felt right. "It'll be fun."

[posterboymarine]

With an offer like that on the table, he was highly unlikely to keep his marriage going. He wouldn't outright end it, but he would just drift away. It had already started, even before he'd run into Carrie away.

He gave her a light smack on the hip, then pulled her more fully into his lap, urging her to straddle him. "Yes, ma'am."

[neverwrongagent]

She went where he wanted, grinning at the smack. They were about even on that one. Settling into a place where she could happily rub against him, she started nibbling on his neck. There were so many things they still needed to work out. He still had to figure out what to do for a living, for one thing. And in time, he'd have to make a choice regarding his family.

For the moment, though, she would give him some peace. And she'd take it for herself. She caressed his chest and torso, pressing her nails into him to make him shudder. "God, FUCK, I love touching you."

[posterboymarine]

He groaned at the way she touched him, shuddering. "You should probably keep doing it, then." While she kneaded at his chest, he ran his hands over her back and into her hair. Then he pulled her into a hungry kiss.

[neverwrongagent]

The kiss made her press dangerously hard. It also made her start grinding into him. They could go from zero to on fire in seconds. The odds that she was going to stop any time soon dropped every time they kissed. She had to laugh against his lips, though, about how little it took. She brought her hands up to hold his face while they kissed.

[posterboymarine]

He smiled at the laugh, even as he held her closer. There, apparently, was very little in between once they started touching. Likely the only reason they'd made it all the way back to her place before clothes came off was because they were in different cars.

They were going to catch fire if they weren't careful.

[neverwrongagent]

She kept shifting in his lap, starting to make a serious of needy whimpers, as if she were seeking something. Which was exactly what she was doing. She needed him inside her or she was going to start clawing at him. Her body was more than ready for him. She'd been ready around the time she climbed in his lap.

"Gonna have to keep food here. Keep your strength up." Because she had every intention of wearing him into the ground.

[posterboymarine]

He finally held her still and gave her what she was after. Groaning, he nipped at her bottom lip. "We keeping my strength up for you or for me?"

With his hands on her hips, he started to move under her. "God, you feel good." He watched her through half-closed eyes, taking in every look that crossed her face.

Including the one when the doorbell sounded.

[neverwrongagent]

"Me." She twisted in his grasp to drive him deeper, shuddering with pleasure. "Absolutely for me. No question." She was shameless at the best of times, but with him it was ridiculous. She nodded quickly, agreeing with him on how amazing it felt.

Her eyes fluttered back when he moved, her mouth going slack as her breath turned into panting. Her hands tightened on his shoulders to keep her from having to miss a single thrust. Right up until the doorbell rang she was the picture of ecstatic abandon.

Then it was like a wall came down. She looked at the door for a long moment, then at him. Through that wall of annoyance and fear, she did let him see a flash of sorrow. She didn't want to be interrupted because she wanted to be with him. She touched his face and leaned in to kiss him before swearing harshly. As distracted as she was, she had a hard time slowing her hips. Her body wanted to keep going because all it knew was him.

[posterboymarine]

He was about to insist that she ignore the door and stay with him, when the doorbell sounded again, followed by some urgent knocking.

Brody groaned, his head going to her shoulder as he stilled her. "Sounds important." He sounded as annoyed as she looked. "I should not be here when you answer that."