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Author's Note: This is a two part one-shot. It takes place during episode 11 (or whatever episode they ended up stranded due to Chris' spending habits).

"Shhhh," he whispered, holding his finger to her lips, pressing upon them lightly.

She whimpered almost silently, but not silent enough; footsteps could be heard nearing them ever so slowly.

He motioned her backwards, further into the depths of the shadows, Duncan's knife against her waist. This was definitely not a time to disagree, he'd thought this out.

She'd never have thought him more than a leech. A manipulative leech with the agenda to win the one million dollar prize. But his agenda was much much more than that. It was sick. It was twisted. Tonight was not going to be in her favor.

His hands shoved her almost delicately into the trunk of a palm tree, further from the footsteps. She could feel his hand reach around her, grabbing a handle that lay hung beside her and opening it with a quick swing of his hand. His acts were silent and unheard. Lucky for him, not so much for her, he slowly ushered her into the room he had just exposed. They were up a ways from the beach inside the medical hut. As fate would have Owen had recovered and was sleeping with the rest of his teammates on the plane.

The room was dark, the air salty, and a feeling of fear washed over her body, fulfilling her from her finger nails to the very end of the hairs on her skin. She trembled. This did not go unnoticed by him either. He nearly smiled at her reaction but stopped himself before he did so.

He turned her to face him, revealing his features sketched into a slight sly grin. This made her whimper in fear, "Alejandro."

"Heather," he spoke with great authority. Her legs began to shake, ready to give in, to let her fall freely into a lump on the cold concrete floor.

He grasped her arms, steadying her, willing her not to fall, "Why are we- why are you- what's going on?" she sighed, her words all jumbled and barely recognizable.

He felt a chuckle from deep beneath his gut rising, but he shoved it back down as to not change the atmosphere of the situation, "Well now Heather, that isn't a proper way to begin a conversation, let alone hold a greeting."

She breathed heavily, her lungs grasping the air gratefully, she knew not of what to say next. She mumbled something incoherent, at a loss of speech.

He let a smirk wash across his pale face, creeping into his every feature, "I think what you meant to say Heather was 'good evening Alejandro, might I inquire why you have brought me to the medical facility in the late hours of the night?' wasn't it?"

Looking him in the eyes she saw something seldom seen in any boys face when their gaze is upon hers: lust… or was she imagining things?

"I'll take that as a yes," he retorted to the silence of her voice. His eyes traveled along the smooth curves of her body, "well, to answer these questions so thoughtfully asked," he began, "I myself also say good evening," he paused, perhaps waiting for a response. He began after a moment of silence, letting the lack of her vocals slide from his conscious, "I have brought you here for none other than the one reason you have probably already thought of, you yourself being the smart girl you are mustn't have overlooked it."

Her eye widened, she was truly afraid now, was he really speaking such words? Had she heard them wrong? Was she interpreting the sounds passing from his tongue to lips to her ears? There was a lot of way to travel, it was a possibility right?

He gasped in pure enjoyment, "No? Heather, top b***h of seasons one and two, does not know what I mean?" he chided. "Such blasphemy!" he exclaimed, sarcasm dripping from his lips.

She shook her head furiously, tears welling up in her eyes, creating a glossy shine.

His hands still grasping her arms, he tightened his grip, emitting a squeak from her. "No? Well then Heather I must tell you…" he began, "or perhaps I shall just show you," he grinned devilishly. "We've always been told that an example is always the best way to understand something," his eyes shined with enjoyment.

He pulled her closer to his body, she screamed, "stop it!" He however silenced her immediately by pressing the knife to her side.

"Don't put up a fight, no need for that tonight." His devilish grin still looming before her eyes before her brought her lips to his, a fierce kiss storming her. His tongue instantly pushing through her lips and began thoroughly exploring the cavern of her mouth.

A tear escaped her eye, her stomach tightened, and she groaned. He expertly roamed his hands across her body, touching and caressing her just the right way to make her whimper in his presence. His tongue was doing wild things to her mouth, her neck, and her shoulders, making her moan in response. She hated him. He wanted her to enjoy this. He was succeeding too. He wanted her body. And now, she was aching for his.

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Thanks for reading.

tbc