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]

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.

[posterboymarine]

The arrival of the doctor could have been timed better, as Brody was still catching his breath and his heart rate was still up. Both of which earned him a slew of additional questions from the doctor. He was as vague as he could be without getting himself hauled away or outting what he and Carrie had just been up to, ultimately blaming his bad dreams.

Finally, after his wounds had been seen to, the doctor retreated, leaving Brody facing the MP and the spook. He looked from one to the other, waiting for someone to say something. It was not terribly comfortable.

[neverwrongagent]

The agent, a man about ten years older than Carrie, was the one responsible for debriefing Walker. While Brody was being examined, she tried to find out what had brought them to Brody's room, but he was annoyingly vague. So vague that Carrie was one step away from becoming shrill. She only held out because she didn't want to upset Brody.

When the doctor left, her colleague turned to Brody. "Are you up for a little walk, Sergeant? There's someone who wants to see you."

[posterboymarine]

Brody sighed deeply, then nodded and stood. "Yes, sir." He glanced at Carrie with a raised eyebrow, waiting for her approval to go with the plan they'd discussed.

[neverwrongagent]

Her nod was only barely perceptible and directed straight at Brody. It wasn't much of a plan, but it was the only one they had. If she was going to figure out Nazir's plan and get Brody clear of this, he was going to have to take the chance.

The one thing she could do was keep her promise and stay with him. She moved toward the door, making it very clear she was a part of any visit he was going to make. The evil look she got from her team mate made it that much sweeter.

[posterboymarine]

Brody did not leave the room until he was sure that Carrie would be with them. Then he followed the spook, the MP behind him, as they traveled to a room not terribly dissimilar to the one they'd just left, save that there wasn't a bed in it.

Upon seeing Walker, Brody smiled, relief washing over him. If he was going to play this, he was going all the way. He went to his shooter and embraced him. "Jesus, Tom, I thought you were dead."

[neverwrongagent]

Instead of the bed, there was a long table with two chairs on each side and two chairs along a back wall. The MP took up a spot by the door and the other agent took up a spot where he could see both men from full profile. His attention was evenly split between them. Carrie wasn't sure what he was looking for because he hadn't been able to articulate any thing from what Walker had told him that was useful.

Carrie, on the other hand, moved to a spot where Brody could see her. The room was too small for them to slip a note or whisper much of anything useful and she didn't know Walker well enough to study his face for reactions. If he said something off, she'd do better trying to spot it in Brody's reaction to him. And she'd be keeping her word to be there with him so much better if he could see her.

Walker flinched visibly at the embrace, but only for a moment. It could as easily be attributed to his injuries as anything else. When it passed, he grabbed Brody's shoulders and laughed loudly. "Can't kill us, man. We're too damn tough."

[posterboymarine]

Brody noticed the flinch, knew the cause, and ignored it. He was playing a role now. "Semper Fi, man." He moved to sit down, making a show of giving the eyeball to their chaperons.

"Is your food any better than mine? Cause mine makes MREs look like a four star meal."

[neverwrongagent]

Given that Carrie had shared one of those meals and knew it to be at least a slight exaggeration, she was getting a piece of data regarding Brody and the truth. It was a small thing, but every bit on both sides helped.

Walker was less dismissive of the others, but he did nod at the classic joke about food. "It was slightly better in the hospital than here. Very slightly." He gestured slowly with one shoulder in Carrie's direction. "You've got better scenery than me."

[posterboymarine]

Brody glanced at Walker's spook and nodded. "Almost makes up for the food." He gave the very slightest of smirks, whether for Walker or for Carrie was open to debate.

"How are you healing?"

[neverwrongagent]

Carrie didn't hide her smile. Like the food joke, it was the usual kind of masculine posturing Marines would do. She had the freedom to show her amusement at it. If she met Brody's eyes in that instant, it didn't mean anything. That her colleague was scowling at the banter, which only made it better.

"There's a ringing in my ears," Walker replied. "And I've got a bunion." He looked Brody over. "You?"