DISCLAIMER: I do not own RFR, although I do wish I owned those three adorable Canadian boys.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: First of all, I would like to send a big ol' internet hug out to all the people at ff.net for finally making an RFR category! My sanity owes you one.

Moving on, this fic is set right after the episode "The Imposter".  Basically a continuation on that episode, except this will never ever be aired on the-n. So, don't anyone get confused, this isn't from anyone's point of view, and basically nothing about the show is being changed. Now, go. Read! And hopefully, enjoy.

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                "We're halfway through this dance and this is Shady Lane here to remind you that all this fabulous music you've been listening to has been personally mixed by the one and only Smog. Enjoy!"

                Lily tugged off her headphones and tossed them aside, swiveling her chair to watch Travis as he expertly mixed the next song in with the one playing. She wiped the beads of sweat off her forehead and slowly fanned her face with the cowgirl hat she had worn to the broadcast. She could feel the wisps of hair sticking to the nape of her neck and the words Ray had said the day before echoed in her mind. "Is it hot in here, or was that just us?"

                Changing her focus from her own heat wave to Travis', Lily turned her gaze back to the amateur DJ. A trickle of sweat made its way down Travis' cheek and for the first time Lily noted just how sexy Travis really was. His face glistened with sweat and he had hastily rolled up his sleeves revealing defined arm muscles. Lily shivered slightly, despite the heat, and tried to push the thoughts away. Travis was just her friend, and she shouldn't be thinking of him in any other way…right?

                On the other side of the turntables Travis was letting his thoughts wander. He wasn't one to let his concentration slip, but he was having a hard time focusing the way Lily kept fanning herself and tugging at the straps of her tank top. It could have been the heat having such a strange effect on him, but he was feeling very turned on by the way Lily kept fooling with her hair and leaning back in the chair teasing him with shots of her pale stomach. He was already hot and sweaty and the growing discomfort in his pants was definitely not helping. Travis attempted to remind himself that he should be focusing his energy on the music just as he caught a glimpse of Lily lazily scratching at her navel. He groaned slightly and averted his gaze back to the turntables. "Concentrate, Strong, concentrate."

                Lily caught herself admiring the way Travis pursed his lips as he changed the song again. Briefly considering the fact that the blinding heat might be affecting her powers of decision-making, Lily hoisted herself out of her seat and strode over to Travis. She was never one to ignore a crush, even if it had only developed in extreme conditions and in under ten minutes.

                "Having fun?" Travis looked up to find that Lily had appeared next to him. He strategically placed a CD case in his lap and managed a "yea, fun." She was standing awfully close to him.

                Travis seemed more than preoccupied; it looked like he might even be avoiding her gaze. Plopping herself down on the stool next to him, Lily leaned her elbows on the table and lazily leafed through the CD cases stacked next to the burned copies of Smog's mixes. Travis' hand appeared, apparently searching for a CD and Lily made a snap decision, handing him her Paper Moon CD and letting her fingers linger on the palm of his hand.

                Robbie's words echoed in Travis' head as he checked the title of the CD. "Paper Moon… a make out song if I ever heard one." What was Lily playing at anyways? The way she was balancing herself on that stool, flashing little glimpses of her cleavage at him and giving him a song off the soundtrack of her love life? Was it his imagination, or was Lily trying to tighten the bulge in his pants?

                Lily was carefully watching the way Travis' eyes narrowed and his brow furrowed slightly as he tried harder than ever to focus on mixing. She bit her lip as he involuntarily licked his own lips in concentration and unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt. She toyed with the idea of going in for the kill but reminded herself that there was more to Travis than sheer sexiness.

                Travis was playing Buddha mind games with himself and trying to control his libido. Peripheral vision told him that Lily was gnawing at her lip and he resisted letting out another tortured groan. This was getting too hard. Literally.  The soft melody of Paper Moon was playing and his hands were beginning to slip on the turntables.

                Lily couldn't handle it anymore, sweat dripped down her nose and she lifted herself soundlessly off the stool, leaning in closer to Travis. Her hand inched towards his free one but before she even touched him, he suddenly lifted his head and turned to look at her in one swift motion.

In one split second of fatal attraction it was almost hard to tell who kissed who.

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