"The Perks of Combat" PPP Rosie/Carter NC-17
Title: The Perks of Combat
Fandom: Princess Protection Program
Pairing: Rosie/Carter
Rating: NC-17
Words: ~2000
Disclaimer: This is a work of art, not intended for profit or offense. I own no rights to the subjects.
prompt: Prompt at colour_with_me: Hurt/Comfort; Carter is hurt in combat and Rosie looks after her best friend ... which leads to her "looking after" Carters needs
“I see. So, Agent Mason, vhat vas your course of action once you separated Colonel Bautista-Sol from his Guard?” The Director questioned in her slightly accented imperialist voice, as Carter Mason stood before her, dressed impeccably in her Princess Protection Program ceremonial uniform.
Carter shifted to attention, her crisp navy uniform jacket snapping with the movement, her polished boots clicking together, the black stripe running down the length of her pant legs falling perfectly perpendicular with the floor as she stood erect and confident, despite the uncomfortable white sling encasing her right arm.
“Yes, Director. I pursued the Colonel into the commandeered Royal Audience Chambers, where he procured a weapon, a one-meter long ceremonial rapier sword, from a display hanging above the throne. I was left with only my knife from my boot, but managed to parry his attacks and subdue him. My support team was there minutes after, and the Princess was escorted to safety. ”
The Director smiled warmly, something rare and extraordinary, seen by only a few other agents outside of the Mason legacy.
“ ‘Managed to parry his attacks’ - save one, yes Agent?” The Director teased, her robust r’s pronounced with a bounce.
Carter cleared her throat and fingered the fastening of her sword sheath at her waist before replying in a slightly quieter voice, “That is correct, Director.”
“I assume zeh infirmary did a satisfactory job of stitching zeh wound of one of my best agents, yes? I’ll need you back in zeh field as soon as possible.” Carter nodded curtly as the Director looked to her data file resting on the banister of the command platform where she stands. “For now, you will return to your residence at Costa Luna, vhereupon your full recovery, you shall escort her Royal Highness Rosalinda Fiore on a two veek Asian tour of particular political import. Do you understand your orders, Agent?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Ecksellent. Then you are dismissed, Special Agent Carter Mason.”
“Thank you, Director.” Carter saluted a bit awkwardly with her left hand and turned on her heel to about-face, keeping her features neutral until her gaze landed on Rosalinda, standing in a pretty pale pink dress, her crown and heirloom necklace shining under the fluorescent lights of the Command Center of the Princess Protection Program. When Rosie’s warm eyes met Carter’s, her effortless smile soothed all the pain Carter felt emanating from her arm. It’s been too long since she’s been graced by that smile.
From behind her, the Director cleared her throat and said causally, “Queen Rosalinda, if you’d be so kind as to prevent Agent Mason from doing anything reckless vhile she’s meant to be recovering, ve’d be most grateful.”
“Yes, Director. Mission accepted,” Rosie smiled professionally, taking Carter’s left arm and leading her to the exit. Rosie brought her mouth closer to Carter’s face and continued quietly, “She won’t leave my sight.” Carter smirked and squeezed her partner closer to her.
~~\/~~
Rosie’s deft fingers worked quickly to unbuckle the black belt around Carter’s waist and gently shrug off the heavy jacket from Carter’s shoulders, revealing Carter’s spotless white shirt rolled up to give her bandaged arm room.
“Is it very painful?”
“It’s a severe laceration to my bicep and forearm. It’s totally peachy.” Carter grumbled distractedly as she tried to undo her pants zipper with her left hand. Rosie hung her jacket on a coat rack near the floor length mirror, then came back to swipe Carter’s hand away and continue undressing the Agent to reveal the young woman she loves beneath.
“I’m to care for you regardless, so I suggest you become content with your situation and stop grumbling.”
“Just get me in a bed with you, and I’ll be as content as can be,” Carter spoke softly, swooping in steal a kiss from Rosie’s cheek.
“It’s wonderful to know that four nights spent in harsh subtropical temperatures hasn’t evaporated your charm, Agent Mason,” Rosie replied with fluttering eyelashes and a lingering touch on Carter’s good arm as they turned toward the large bed in the room.
“Charming enough to get a Queen into bed? I’ve always had that skill.”
Carter gingerly situated herself on the bed as Rosie turned off the light and moved to the bedside table, where she uncapped a bottle and placed a single white pain killer in Carter’s hand.
“I must insist you calm down, soldier. The order is bed rest; the Director explicitly charged me to maintain your activity level at ‘non-reckless’ levels.”
Carter popped the pill and swallowed without water, her eyes never leaving Rosie as the woman sat down daintily next to Carter, her hands folded in her lap.
“I don’t have anything reckless planned, I just wanna be close to you.”
“Is this not close enough?”
Carter’s eyes dropped to Rosie’s folded hands, her good hand reaching to caress the smooth skin of Rosie’s forearm, “I want to feel you.”
Rosie sighed with a hint of disappointment, “I do not think such activity would be wise… at least for tonight…”
Carter’s frustration becomes evident as she whines, “Ugh, please Rosie, I’ve been away from you for so long!”
“Carter Mason, you were gone four days on mission and before that were on the Director’s Special Operation Coordination team at PPP, we have not been separated for very long at all,” Rosie remarks with amusement adorning her small smile.
“Yea, but, I’ve missed your touch, baby. C’mon…” Carter wiggled her eyebrows in comically suggestive way.
“Carter, I …don’t want to hurt you...” Rosie said with concern.
“You could never. Please… Rosalinda…” Carter’s left fingers reached over and caressed Rosie’s cheek, emphasizing her request through sparking nerves. The warmth seeping into Rosie’s hip where it lay close to Carter’s thigh was quite distracting. Rosie breathed deeply before catching Carter’s hand and bringing it down to her lap.
“… Would you…be content if I just held your hand... until you fell asleep?”
At this point, Carter collapsed further into her pillows, a pout evident on her face. But rather than relent, the Special Agent surprised Rosie by shooting her right leg up and across Rosie’s chest, swift as lighting, a scissoring motion that pushed Rosie down onto her back, while propelling Carter up to straddle her abdomen. Rosie gave an loud gasp of surprise, fueling Carter’s desires.
“But, I can’t fall asleep tonight...not without your help…” Rosie’s eyes were big as they warily watched Carter’s injured arm, whereas Carter’s eyes raked appreciatively up and down Rosie’s still body beneath her.
“You’re too stubborn for your own good, Carter Mason,” Rosie admonishes.
“I love it when you say my name.” Carter leant down seductively for a deep kiss, her hand burying itself in Rosie’s luxuriously soft waves of brown. Rosie groaned into the kiss, a mixture of release and frustration, as her hands went to their most frequented leisure area, Carter’s ass. After several moments, Rosie gently pushed Carter’s chest away to make some space between them. The Queen’s stern stare left nothing to be questioned.
“All right, if we are going to do this, then it must be done correctly. You’re injured, lie back down on your pillows.”
Carter obliged willingly. Rosie sat up and took off her clothes, folding them neatly and finally placing them on the bench at the foot of the bed, leaving her in a simple pink lace set. Flipping her hair out of her eyes to look at Carter, Rosie returned a small smirk to the reclining woman, and began to crawl closer to her, stopping to place a chaste kiss on her lips before moving to remove Carter’s white shirt and cotton panties. Situating herself between Carter’s open legs, Rosie gently laid herself down, enjoying the warmth of skin-to-skin contact and the sparks of arousal shooting through her nerves. Carter rested her bandaged arm to the side, her left hand coming up to indulge in Rosie’s silk hair again.
It started with a kiss. Soft lips pressing lightly, building pressure, feeling friction, inciting passion. Deeping the kiss, Rosie began a slow rocking motion, forward and back, while her left hand moved down from caressing Carter’s shoulder to massaging her breast through her white bra. Carter’s fingers gripped tightly to Rosie’s back, leaving white marks trailing down to Rosie’s pink underwear, where they found purchase in scrunching up the soft material.
Rosie’s lips pulled back from Carter’s, attaching instead to Carter’s earlobe, paying special attention to the sensitive area, causing Carter’s knees to lock up in growing anticipation and pleasure. Carter’s hips soon began to buck up against Rosie’s rocking abdomen, effortlessly merging in rhythm. The beat was familiar but the melody was fresh.
When Rosie’s fingers reached Carter’s hip, they stopped there and twirled little circles in slow motion, sometimes grazing a perfect nail against heated skin. The simple touch was enough to bring a moan from Carter’s throat. The fingers of her right hand flexed, eliciting a twinge of pain in her stitches, but it just added to the myriad sensations she was feeling.
Finally shifting to the side, Rosie straddled Carter’s left thigh and trailed her fingers from hip to hip, then dipped down to flit over Carter’s folds. As Rosie nestled into Carter’s neck to suck and nip at her pulse point, her fingers attended to Carter’s now burning desire. Carter’s toes curled and her stomach clenched as Rosie’s fingers alternately became stiff and limber within her, her thumb running fast circles. Rosie matched pace against Carter’s thigh, slipping forward and back over the strong muscle, her body rolling sensually, a light sheen of sweat shining down her back in the dim light of the chamber. Their breathing was labored, but quiet, as their bodies sang the praises of the other.
Suddenly, Carter let out a strangled cry, causing Rosie to stop, afraid she had inadvertently hurt her lover. But Carter opened her eyes and shook her wrist and her head lightly, to show Rosie that it wasn’t serious. In her passion, Carter had leant a little too far to the right, her weight falling uncomfortably onto her elbow. Assured of Carter’s comfort, Rosie leaned over Carter and carefully lifted her injured arm up to place a kiss against the back of her hand. The love shining in Carter’s eyes intensified in the next moment as Rosie continued her earlier ministrations.
Rosie’s lips traced kisses up and down Carter’s chest, abdomen and neck as her hand worked faster and harder against Carter. It was all routine but somehow felt new every time. Fireworks lit up in front of Carter’s eyes and explosions fired in her nerve endings. Feeling herself being lifted up, Carter reveled in her release in Rosie’s arms, her breath catching in her throat as Rosie coaxed her desire out of her, leaving her sated and very, very tired.
Falling slowly back into her pillows, Carter wiggled her fingers and toes, willing the feeling back into them. Rosie fell to Carter’s side, cuddling closer and wrapping her up in a tight embrace. Carter sighed happily, peacefully, and sleepy blinked at Rosie. “You are looking exceptionally radiant in this moonlight, my Queen.”
“If only for the reason that I radiate with your love. However, I hope that you are satisfied enough to obey orders and get your rest now.”
“Hmmm,” Carter drew out, closing her eyes and blindly placing a kiss to Rosie’s forehead. “As an Agent of the Princess Protection Program, I must do as I am commanded, by my higher officer.”
“Only when I’m engaged in operations am I ranked higher than you, Special Agent. And that is simply because you have a thick head for political negotiations,” Rosie chided.
Carter scoffed and brought her injured arm to rest on her stomach. “Which is why I excel at heroics and can operate a helicopter, thank you very much.”
Reaching to entwine their hands together, Rosie replied quietly, “I believe that is why we make an excellent team.”
Squeezing tightly and rolling ever closer to Rosie’s side, Carter felt herself drift off as she agreed, “One of the many reasons, yes.”
~fin
Fandom: Princess Protection Program
Pairing: Rosie/Carter
Rating: NC-17
Words: ~2000
Disclaimer: This is a work of art, not intended for profit or offense. I own no rights to the subjects.
prompt: Prompt at colour_with_me: Hurt/Comfort; Carter is hurt in combat and Rosie looks after her best friend ... which leads to her "looking after" Carters needs
“I see. So, Agent Mason, vhat vas your course of action once you separated Colonel Bautista-Sol from his Guard?” The Director questioned in her slightly accented imperialist voice, as Carter Mason stood before her, dressed impeccably in her Princess Protection Program ceremonial uniform.
Carter shifted to attention, her crisp navy uniform jacket snapping with the movement, her polished boots clicking together, the black stripe running down the length of her pant legs falling perfectly perpendicular with the floor as she stood erect and confident, despite the uncomfortable white sling encasing her right arm.
“Yes, Director. I pursued the Colonel into the commandeered Royal Audience Chambers, where he procured a weapon, a one-meter long ceremonial rapier sword, from a display hanging above the throne. I was left with only my knife from my boot, but managed to parry his attacks and subdue him. My support team was there minutes after, and the Princess was escorted to safety. ”
The Director smiled warmly, something rare and extraordinary, seen by only a few other agents outside of the Mason legacy.
“ ‘Managed to parry his attacks’ - save one, yes Agent?” The Director teased, her robust r’s pronounced with a bounce.
Carter cleared her throat and fingered the fastening of her sword sheath at her waist before replying in a slightly quieter voice, “That is correct, Director.”
“I assume zeh infirmary did a satisfactory job of stitching zeh wound of one of my best agents, yes? I’ll need you back in zeh field as soon as possible.” Carter nodded curtly as the Director looked to her data file resting on the banister of the command platform where she stands. “For now, you will return to your residence at Costa Luna, vhereupon your full recovery, you shall escort her Royal Highness Rosalinda Fiore on a two veek Asian tour of particular political import. Do you understand your orders, Agent?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Ecksellent. Then you are dismissed, Special Agent Carter Mason.”
“Thank you, Director.” Carter saluted a bit awkwardly with her left hand and turned on her heel to about-face, keeping her features neutral until her gaze landed on Rosalinda, standing in a pretty pale pink dress, her crown and heirloom necklace shining under the fluorescent lights of the Command Center of the Princess Protection Program. When Rosie’s warm eyes met Carter’s, her effortless smile soothed all the pain Carter felt emanating from her arm. It’s been too long since she’s been graced by that smile.
From behind her, the Director cleared her throat and said causally, “Queen Rosalinda, if you’d be so kind as to prevent Agent Mason from doing anything reckless vhile she’s meant to be recovering, ve’d be most grateful.”
“Yes, Director. Mission accepted,” Rosie smiled professionally, taking Carter’s left arm and leading her to the exit. Rosie brought her mouth closer to Carter’s face and continued quietly, “She won’t leave my sight.” Carter smirked and squeezed her partner closer to her.
~~\/~~
Rosie’s deft fingers worked quickly to unbuckle the black belt around Carter’s waist and gently shrug off the heavy jacket from Carter’s shoulders, revealing Carter’s spotless white shirt rolled up to give her bandaged arm room.
“Is it very painful?”
“It’s a severe laceration to my bicep and forearm. It’s totally peachy.” Carter grumbled distractedly as she tried to undo her pants zipper with her left hand. Rosie hung her jacket on a coat rack near the floor length mirror, then came back to swipe Carter’s hand away and continue undressing the Agent to reveal the young woman she loves beneath.
“I’m to care for you regardless, so I suggest you become content with your situation and stop grumbling.”
“Just get me in a bed with you, and I’ll be as content as can be,” Carter spoke softly, swooping in steal a kiss from Rosie’s cheek.
“It’s wonderful to know that four nights spent in harsh subtropical temperatures hasn’t evaporated your charm, Agent Mason,” Rosie replied with fluttering eyelashes and a lingering touch on Carter’s good arm as they turned toward the large bed in the room.
“Charming enough to get a Queen into bed? I’ve always had that skill.”
Carter gingerly situated herself on the bed as Rosie turned off the light and moved to the bedside table, where she uncapped a bottle and placed a single white pain killer in Carter’s hand.
“I must insist you calm down, soldier. The order is bed rest; the Director explicitly charged me to maintain your activity level at ‘non-reckless’ levels.”
Carter popped the pill and swallowed without water, her eyes never leaving Rosie as the woman sat down daintily next to Carter, her hands folded in her lap.
“I don’t have anything reckless planned, I just wanna be close to you.”
“Is this not close enough?”
Carter’s eyes dropped to Rosie’s folded hands, her good hand reaching to caress the smooth skin of Rosie’s forearm, “I want to feel you.”
Rosie sighed with a hint of disappointment, “I do not think such activity would be wise… at least for tonight…”
Carter’s frustration becomes evident as she whines, “Ugh, please Rosie, I’ve been away from you for so long!”
“Carter Mason, you were gone four days on mission and before that were on the Director’s Special Operation Coordination team at PPP, we have not been separated for very long at all,” Rosie remarks with amusement adorning her small smile.
“Yea, but, I’ve missed your touch, baby. C’mon…” Carter wiggled her eyebrows in comically suggestive way.
“Carter, I …don’t want to hurt you...” Rosie said with concern.
“You could never. Please… Rosalinda…” Carter’s left fingers reached over and caressed Rosie’s cheek, emphasizing her request through sparking nerves. The warmth seeping into Rosie’s hip where it lay close to Carter’s thigh was quite distracting. Rosie breathed deeply before catching Carter’s hand and bringing it down to her lap.
“… Would you…be content if I just held your hand... until you fell asleep?”
At this point, Carter collapsed further into her pillows, a pout evident on her face. But rather than relent, the Special Agent surprised Rosie by shooting her right leg up and across Rosie’s chest, swift as lighting, a scissoring motion that pushed Rosie down onto her back, while propelling Carter up to straddle her abdomen. Rosie gave an loud gasp of surprise, fueling Carter’s desires.
“But, I can’t fall asleep tonight...not without your help…” Rosie’s eyes were big as they warily watched Carter’s injured arm, whereas Carter’s eyes raked appreciatively up and down Rosie’s still body beneath her.
“You’re too stubborn for your own good, Carter Mason,” Rosie admonishes.
“I love it when you say my name.” Carter leant down seductively for a deep kiss, her hand burying itself in Rosie’s luxuriously soft waves of brown. Rosie groaned into the kiss, a mixture of release and frustration, as her hands went to their most frequented leisure area, Carter’s ass. After several moments, Rosie gently pushed Carter’s chest away to make some space between them. The Queen’s stern stare left nothing to be questioned.
“All right, if we are going to do this, then it must be done correctly. You’re injured, lie back down on your pillows.”
Carter obliged willingly. Rosie sat up and took off her clothes, folding them neatly and finally placing them on the bench at the foot of the bed, leaving her in a simple pink lace set. Flipping her hair out of her eyes to look at Carter, Rosie returned a small smirk to the reclining woman, and began to crawl closer to her, stopping to place a chaste kiss on her lips before moving to remove Carter’s white shirt and cotton panties. Situating herself between Carter’s open legs, Rosie gently laid herself down, enjoying the warmth of skin-to-skin contact and the sparks of arousal shooting through her nerves. Carter rested her bandaged arm to the side, her left hand coming up to indulge in Rosie’s silk hair again.
It started with a kiss. Soft lips pressing lightly, building pressure, feeling friction, inciting passion. Deeping the kiss, Rosie began a slow rocking motion, forward and back, while her left hand moved down from caressing Carter’s shoulder to massaging her breast through her white bra. Carter’s fingers gripped tightly to Rosie’s back, leaving white marks trailing down to Rosie’s pink underwear, where they found purchase in scrunching up the soft material.
Rosie’s lips pulled back from Carter’s, attaching instead to Carter’s earlobe, paying special attention to the sensitive area, causing Carter’s knees to lock up in growing anticipation and pleasure. Carter’s hips soon began to buck up against Rosie’s rocking abdomen, effortlessly merging in rhythm. The beat was familiar but the melody was fresh.
When Rosie’s fingers reached Carter’s hip, they stopped there and twirled little circles in slow motion, sometimes grazing a perfect nail against heated skin. The simple touch was enough to bring a moan from Carter’s throat. The fingers of her right hand flexed, eliciting a twinge of pain in her stitches, but it just added to the myriad sensations she was feeling.
Finally shifting to the side, Rosie straddled Carter’s left thigh and trailed her fingers from hip to hip, then dipped down to flit over Carter’s folds. As Rosie nestled into Carter’s neck to suck and nip at her pulse point, her fingers attended to Carter’s now burning desire. Carter’s toes curled and her stomach clenched as Rosie’s fingers alternately became stiff and limber within her, her thumb running fast circles. Rosie matched pace against Carter’s thigh, slipping forward and back over the strong muscle, her body rolling sensually, a light sheen of sweat shining down her back in the dim light of the chamber. Their breathing was labored, but quiet, as their bodies sang the praises of the other.
Suddenly, Carter let out a strangled cry, causing Rosie to stop, afraid she had inadvertently hurt her lover. But Carter opened her eyes and shook her wrist and her head lightly, to show Rosie that it wasn’t serious. In her passion, Carter had leant a little too far to the right, her weight falling uncomfortably onto her elbow. Assured of Carter’s comfort, Rosie leaned over Carter and carefully lifted her injured arm up to place a kiss against the back of her hand. The love shining in Carter’s eyes intensified in the next moment as Rosie continued her earlier ministrations.
Rosie’s lips traced kisses up and down Carter’s chest, abdomen and neck as her hand worked faster and harder against Carter. It was all routine but somehow felt new every time. Fireworks lit up in front of Carter’s eyes and explosions fired in her nerve endings. Feeling herself being lifted up, Carter reveled in her release in Rosie’s arms, her breath catching in her throat as Rosie coaxed her desire out of her, leaving her sated and very, very tired.
Falling slowly back into her pillows, Carter wiggled her fingers and toes, willing the feeling back into them. Rosie fell to Carter’s side, cuddling closer and wrapping her up in a tight embrace. Carter sighed happily, peacefully, and sleepy blinked at Rosie. “You are looking exceptionally radiant in this moonlight, my Queen.”
“If only for the reason that I radiate with your love. However, I hope that you are satisfied enough to obey orders and get your rest now.”
“Hmmm,” Carter drew out, closing her eyes and blindly placing a kiss to Rosie’s forehead. “As an Agent of the Princess Protection Program, I must do as I am commanded, by my higher officer.”
“Only when I’m engaged in operations am I ranked higher than you, Special Agent. And that is simply because you have a thick head for political negotiations,” Rosie chided.
Carter scoffed and brought her injured arm to rest on her stomach. “Which is why I excel at heroics and can operate a helicopter, thank you very much.”
Reaching to entwine their hands together, Rosie replied quietly, “I believe that is why we make an excellent team.”
Squeezing tightly and rolling ever closer to Rosie’s side, Carter felt herself drift off as she agreed, “One of the many reasons, yes.”
~fin