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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[posterboymarine]

He shook his head. "I don't know that any of this is real. But I want to believe it is. I need to believe that. The alternative..." He shook his head again. "I need you to be real."

[neverwrongagent]

Both her hands went to his face so she could hold him and be sure he met her gaze. "I'm real. I wish that meant more in the long run, but It's true. I'm here. I'm real." She leaned in to kiss him, whispering just before their lips touched. "And I'm on your side."

[posterboymarine]

He needed to believe that she was on his side even more than he needed to believe that she was real. He had to believe she wasn't playing him.

He went into the kiss more hungry than he had been. The physical as going to be the only reassurance he would accept. They'd come so close a few times now. But he wasn't going to stop. He needed that strength if he was going to do what they, what she, wanted him to.

[neverwrongagent]

This was the moment of truth. She'd as much as said he could have what he needed, up to and including the final intimacy. If she back down now, everything would be destroyed. It was a hell of a risk either way. And all that flashed through her mind at the exact same time as she reached down to start pulling at his shirt.

She groaned against his lips. "Yes. God, yes, if you want." She shuddered. If he wanted? She couldn't breathe. "Yes."

[posterboymarine]

He let her pull his shirt off, for the moment not even thinking about the wounds on his body. She made it so he didn't worry about how repulsive they might be.

As soon as his shirt was over his head, he was kissing her again. He was still too weak to take the most active role in what they were doing, but he wasn't going to be a bystander, either.

[neverwrongagent]

Except for worries about hurting him, she was unconcerned with his wounds. They were things done to him, things she could help heal, not signs of any flaw in him. She even broke out of the kiss to lean down and kiss his chest. Her hands moved over him, caressing lightly. He was even paler, which she hadn't really thought was possible. She nuzzled at his jaw before kissing him with tenderness that surprised her some. "Do you want to take off my shirt?"

[posterboymarine]

The laugh she got was low and rough. "I'd like you to take all your clothes off." She had, after all, asked. "But if you do, that's up to you."

[neverwrongagent]

She laughed with him. "I kinda figured, but I never like to look pushy." Said the woman who'd picked him up in a bar after about five minutes conversation and who already had his shirt off. She pulled back long enough to get her shirt off which left her in a plain white cotton bra. She cleared her throat. "If I'd known I'd be entertaining company, I'd have put on the lacy stuff."

[posterboymarine]

She was clearly trying to put him at ease and it was working. He grinned. "I'm not going to complain, Carrie. Not at all." He rose up some to kiss her, his tongue flicking against her lips.

Knowing that someone might walk in on them at any moment, he ran his hand over the waistband of her pants before he started unbuttoning.

[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.