So I know this one is going to 'invoke some angry emails' but that's okay! I had a little time and was left alone with a keyboard...sometimes bad things happen, yah?

Her back hit the wall a little harder then he meant for it to, but that was the last thing on his mind. Her hands were wrapped in his shirt, and her mouth was playing just as forcefully against his own. The expanse of heat in that tiny space between their bodies was enough to put a sun to shame. He closed that tiny gap between then and could feel the entire length of her body against his own. Every curve and muscle, every inch of her was melting into him. As their tongues danced and the passions soared her teeth came down gently on his tongue ring. His eyes flew open and they froze; their lips inches apart, staring deep into the other's eyes. Those onyx eyes that stared back at him set the fire deep in his chest. The intensity and focus in them was enough to drive him mad. He had to have her. And if she didn't quit looking at him like that he would have no choice but to take her then and there.

"Its working isn't it?" She cooed, her voice rolling over him, her lips brushing his as she spoke. His eyelids grew heavy as the want for her sky rocketed as she spoke.

"It was your idea, precious."

"We are going to be rich." She laughed as he nipped at her neck. His breath rolled over his neck as he let out a small chuckle.

"First thing we're going to do is get you that naval ring." She laughed and let her hand roam up to his head, her fingers running through that bright green Mohawk. Her eyes stared up at the ceiling as his lips worked over neck. She frowned and let her knuckles tap on the top of his head.

"Duncan." He looked up at her, his blue eyes wide. He knew that tone was a scolding one. He smiled as she frowned at him. His hands moved behind her back and pulled her into a hug.

"I'm sorry."

"You don't even know what I was going to say." She growled. He shook his head and let the smell of her freshly washed hair curl around him.

"I was just making sure." She pushed back from him and put her hand on her neck.

"If you leave a mark, all our work will go down the drain." He crossed his arms and cocked his eyebrow.

"Oh, Really? What about the mark on my chest?" He said pulling his collar down. "I've had to sleep in a shirt for two weeks now." Her eyes softened and she set her head down on his chest. She angled her head up to look at him.

"I'm just a bitch like that." A smile lit her face as she traced a small circle on his chest with her finger. He snorted at her as her wrapped his arms around her small waist. "You don't really like her do you?" Duncan frowned and looked down at her.

"What? No."

"You better not."

"Look we decided before even signing up for this stupid show that it would all be an act. The closer I get in, the easier it will be for her to get voted off. Remember, I've got the guys helping me push Harold pretty hard." She looked up at him as he spoke. Her eyes narrowed as she brought her hands up to the back of his head.

"God, you are so hot when you are being a manipulative plotting bastard." Her voice was low in her throat as she spoke. She pulled him into a hard kiss before pushing him back. She gave him a slap on the chest.

"Back to work." She said her face turning into its stone mask. He grinned and held his hand out.

"After you, gorgeous." She stuck her tongue out and let out a shriek.

"DISGUSTING PIG!" She screamed and stormed out of the shower stall. Duncan grinned. She could be such a drama queen.

"You know you want me!" He yelled after her. He grabbed a paper towel and whipped the chap-stick glean from his mouth. He grinned as she started yelling out orders and having her tantrum. Damn he loved that girl. As manipulative, plotting, and as cynical as she was, Heather was still his.