This is my first ever Tropic Thunder story so please no flaming, it's set after Tugg gets kidnapped and everything's gone down for the guys, please R&R!

Disclaimer: I don't own anything to do with Tropic Thunder, all rights belong to Ben Stiller, Justin Theroux and Etan Cohen

Her eyes drifted down to the freshly empty wine glass in her hand, watching, with her feet up on the couch, pulled beneath her legs, as he refilled he seventh, or was it her eighth, glass of wine. She didn't know why she had gone to his home, she knew that it was a bad idea to send the guys to Vietnam jungle, it was a terrible idea, simply selfish and idiotic to send four inexperienced men into the middle of a war ridden country just to make a 'good movie', and when she'd heard that Tugg had gotten kidnapped and held hostage it had taken all of her effort to not say 'I told you so' and chew Les Grossman out right then and there. But knowing that Tugg had gotten in a situation that traumatic, she realised that it was more than likely Kirk would have been stuck in a similarly horrific scene. And he moment of weakness she'd gone to Rick.

She stared down into the dark crimson liquor, her eyes catching every bit of clear orange from the fire in front of them reflected on the glass' edge and the drink's surface. She knew that he was watching her with a sympathetic concern, she stayed quiet, but silently thankful and grateful for her friend's comfort.

He slid across the leather cushions, closer to her, so that the back of his hand was almost touching her thigh, held his arm around her shoulders, and embraced her. At first she shied away from him, seeming hesitant and slightly startled by his unfamiliar affection, but slowly she eased her nerves and buried herself into him, holding her head against him, inching her head closer until she was comfortable between his neck and his jaw line.

His thumb delicately began to brush along her bare shoulder, and she let out a quiet sniff.
Her eyes opened fully and she looked at him in confusion when he firmly, but gently, pushed her away,

"God damnit," he groaned, running a hand through his hair,
"Alright, I'll leave," she stated as she began to gather herself together, but stopped when he kept a hand on her arm,
"No, don't go," he pleaded, almost begging her to take her place beside him again, "I didn't mean...I'm not angry. I'm sorry. Just don't-don't cry,"
"Easier said than done," she murmured, though not out of anger, and slumped back down, now further from him,
"Look," he sighed, brushing a hand over his face, "if something happened to Kirk we'd have heard. He'll be fine,"
"How do you know?" she asked, unwittingly scooting towards him.

He looked into her now hopeful eyes and gave her a defeated frown. He couldn't lie to her, not now, certainly not about her boyfriend, all though he had strong, at times overwhelming feelings for her, he wanted her to be happy. And if that meant letting her go be with another man then so be it. He hated, more than anything, seeing any sort of harm brought upon her, to be honest he had no fucking clue when Kirk would be alright, and if it turned out he hadn't returned, knowing that he had been the one to harm her so with false hope would kill him.

He moved his arm back around her shoulder, and looked deeper into her eyes. And when he saw that she was still waiting for an answer, in a solemn, choked voice, he softly muttered, "I don't."

She turned away from him, for the most part stopping her tears, though she felt two or three betray her. With a strong hand he had her looking back at him, and wiped her last fallen tear with his thumb. And before she knew it, his soft lips were held against hers.

She didn't know if it was the amount of wine she had drunk, of the comfort she so desperately needed, or an old crush she'd developed when she first met Rick, or all three, that made her give in to his touch, despite her better judgement. She should not wrap her arms tight around his neck. She should not press his body up against hers, or let his arms hold her waist against his. Her lips should not move with his. She should not allow his tongue pass between them, and gently lick hers, she should not reciprocate. And she should not position his lap between her legs, and let him carry her into his bedroom. But she did all of it.

He sprawled her naked body out across his bed, kissing her, tracing his lips along her jaw, slowly brushing them down her neck, down her body, his tongue trailing along her skin. She held her hands behind his neck, whimpering as his lips inched along the side of her neck, barely touching her, pulling him closer, as she felt his hot breath burning her skin with anticipation.

Her fingers clenched lightly when she felt him slide inside, slow, an endless moment where he filled her completely. Her eyes, once wide and affixed with his, were now wavering closed.
His rhythm pulsed through her, and she met it, her back arching and her body pressing harder against his, her hips moving with his.

His hand slid along her side, clutching her thigh and lifted her leg to his waist, moving with faster, more powerful thrusts as she moaned his name. Her eyes shot wide open when he pushed himself further, hearing the blood roaring through her head, feeling his chest shake against hers. A deafening scream was smothered by the feeling of his lips against hers. She watched his face intently, the flare in his eyes, whimpered helplessly as their bodies slid together, his voice smoothly murmuring her name. Her mouth dropped with choked, gasping screams, begging him for release. Her eyes clenched, until she felt his shuddering breath against her skin, and he collapsed beside her.

She turned onto her side, watching, staring as he slept peacefully, the sheets covering his waist, his arm around hers. She hadn't realised what she had done until a minute or two after he had fallen asleep, when she finally remembered Kirk. She clutched the sheets to her chest, feeling ashamed, disappointed, hating ever fibre of herself. Gazing down at the man beside her, she laid her head back to the pillow, and though she knew he couldn't hear her, spoke to him, "I'm a horrible person, Peck."

There's only going to be 2 or 3 chapters in this, I've started writing the next chapter, hopefully that's done soon. REVIEWS PLEASE!