Sierra was walking from the Spa hotel, and was heading towards the Crafts and Services tent, ready to grab the door, only for the door to burst, and to see the arm-walker Alejandro almost hit the door on her, "Sorry Sierra about that."
She saw that his zipper was unzipped, and that his pants and shirt was only partially buttoned up, but tried to not make a big deal about it, though she has a pretty good idea that she knew what was going on, "No problem, I just went to get some props to decorate the Spa Hotel for the Welcome to the Heroes Duncan party," though she saw that Heather was fixing her shirt, and slowly putting on her shorts in the background, "Wait...did you two...do the deed?"
Alejandro and Heather completely froze from Sierra's bluntness, though the purple haired girl only smirked as their silence continued. The hand walker immediately walked past them, removing himself from the situation, "According to my doctor, I need at least 9 hours of sleep and to take medication before I go to bed to recover better. Goodbye ladies."
Sierra entered the Craft Services room, and sniffed at the muskiness of the room, "You TOTALLY DID do the deed. I totally knew you would, especially from the belligerent sexual tension that has always been between the two of you. Kind of like Cam-Cody and I," looking for ribbon decorations and balloons. She continued to mumble on and on, "I never saw the big deal about Alejandro, but I do admit that he is crazy for you, and you are crazy for him. Why not just go after him."
"Because he is a snake and an opportunist," Heather spoke, as she reshuffled her clothes, and trying to end this conversation. "And what the hell do you know about love anyways? Cody never loved you, and neither does Cameron, who you think is Cody."
"This ISN'T about me Heather," Sierra defensively replied, grabbing more materials, "Everyone around here sees you two around here. Neither of you talk to anyone else, and when you two are around other people, your focus is clearly on one another. It is not like you have any other options Heather..."
The queen bee growled at Sierra, and pointed in her face," You REALLY need to mind your own business Sierra. I thought you would have learned that from your last season, freak. And I have a WHOLE lot more options than a giant like you."
Sierra just smirked in her face, "You can insult me all you want Heather, but it will not make you look any more right, and it only makes your denial more easy to read. Anyways, I have to go prepare for Duncan's party," as she headed towards the door, "BYE," and left.
It is morning, and it is still pouring in rain. Alejandro felt gross from all of the gruel that was on him, and saw that he was alone, getting up on his legs to change, "Ugh, this went too far this time."
Heather went into the cabin miserably, and sat down in front of him, crossing his arms. He looked at her, "So, are you here for a strip show? I would have preferred it if you gave me some notice."
"No. I am only here because I am sick of the crap fest between Courtney and Gothball. It is raining, and I cannot get any sleep because Gwen is crying, and Scott and Courtney are for some reason speaking in the tent," she complained bitterly, before laying on a bed, "I need to sleep here."
He noticed that she climbed onto his bunk, but on the lower bed. Alejandro took a water bottle, and wipe off himself, feeling dirty from the gruel (though he did clean himself off a few times already), and could not help but feel the awkwardness between the two, "You know...since we already...had sex, you could...always...you know...join me in my bed."
"Are you nervous Alejandro?" Heather asked, as she was getting comfortable in her bed. She saw a blush come from him, and there was an awkward silence between them, "While I know that you are planning something, I appreciate you eliminating Jo. Maybe we can actually win for once."
He slid on the top bunk, and could feel his eyes grow heavy, as he wrapped up in the portable camping bed that he brought with him, "Have a sweet dream. I know that I will have some as well, chica. You need to be in tip top shape for the challenge tomorrow."
It is 10:00 in the morning, and it is still raining heavily. Heather and Alejandro woke up recently, and were complaining about their hunger, "Are they seriously going to expect us to eat this crap? There is NO WAY I am going to eat this, and I am SURE that you are not going to want to eat this either."
"You are right. My temple is far too valuable to eat this...shit, and I would instantly throw up if I inject that into my mouth. But nonetheless, what are you going to do about it?"
"I am going to speak to Chris about this," she replied, storming to the door, and opened it to walk to the production office, only to stop from the pouring rain.
The bullhorn was turned on, with Chris ready to announce a message, "As you know, it is pouring raining, which is causing...a lot of issues with setting up today's challenge. I know that you are all bitching about not receiving a break day, but we need to film the SHA-ACTION. Anyways, the challenge will be postponed for an uncertain amount of hours, or at least until the rain stops, so we can at least set up the challenge. So for now, this is your day break. And no Aleheather, there is NO other food for you to eat. Enjoy your gruel. McLean, out."
The two of them groaned, and yelling was heard from the other side of the wall. Alejandro asked, "Since there is nothing else to do, and our... lovely teammates are having a showdown, do you want to watch?"
"It is about time that I go back there to get some new clothes, but the last thing that to do is to join the two women that I grew to loathe more and more from being on a team with for a month 2 seasons ago."
Alejandro could not help but bite his lip, and trailed her arms with his fingers, "I can definitely help with putting on your new clothes, or even better, taking them off. I am very handy, which you know about by now," not able to resist the instinct of touching her.
Heather's nerves were soothing from his touch, but she would never admit that to him, "You need to stop. I am not some whore you can fuck at any time, like Leshawna, Courtney over there, and Bridgette."
"None of those three were any good when to comes to the Latin blood and hormones, and there is a lot more to me than the sexual pleasure of the human body, which you would have known about if you had not ruined my life and thrown me off that volcano and into a bunch of injuries that I never fully repaired from," he spoke, which started to become more and more of an angry rant. "You didn't even get to pay attention to all of the burns, the discoloration, and the bruises that I had to suffer. You did not notice because I have covered most of them up, but those memories will never fade."
"How did me changing clothes have anything to do with your body recovering? It seemed fine when..." she spoke, but stopped when she realized what she was going to say, "Nevermind. I need you to pretend like that...what happened, never happened."
He grabbed her hands before replying to her, "How can I do that when you were mumbling and moaning as you slept last night?", which caught her off guard. "But if you must... than fine. It never happened, and it will never happen, which I am sure you will regret."
Heather removed her hands from his large but smooth hands, "Stop acting like you have the upper hand. I have the upper hand, cause I know your secret, which you are doing horribly at hiding, since we had... since we did what we did in the Craft services. Was it that good that you just lost your focus? It is fine, cause all of the other guys told me that too." and walked out, leaving him frozen and smirking. She reached for the door, to only see that it was locked, and struggled to get out, "UGH, it is locked. Did you plan this?"
"Hermosa reina, I would not need to lock the door when you were asleep to get you to have more time with me. I am a lot of things, but desperate is not one of them. Let me try the door," he replied, as he walked to the door, and started to twist the door open, with nothing to budge, "Well, looks like we are trapped here, and the raining is not stopping."
The both of them walks to their perspective, and Alejandro picked up his diary, which he soon started to write in. The entry he had wrote stated, "It has been a bit over a week since the season started filming. The incompetent team I was put on only got more incompetent when that pest Courtney switched last night...last night. What a blissful night. I thought that teasing her as well as making her feel guilty about her misdeed toward me would be fulfilling, before I blew her shot at the game. But last night, I...I had to have her, and it is clear that she had to have me. All of the anger just disappeared. She was just too irresistible, vulnerable, smoldering, sexy and liberating to resist. There was no way that I could not have her after seeing her naked for the first time in the shower. Last night, it was much better than the one time in TDWT that we had 2 minutes of intercourse with our clothes on. There is this pull that gravitates me to her (in many more ways than physically), and I can't fight it off."
Alejandro wanted to write more, but felt weird and nervous with Heather right in front of him. He put his diary down, and saw that she was reading his copy of Simply Sexual, and could tell that she was enjoying it, from her clenching her legs, and her hardened nipples. She could feel him watching her as she read, and looked up at him, "For some reason, I am surprised that you read romantic erotica, though I really should not be."
"I never told you that you could read that book," he defended, as he got up to grab the book, and put it back in his bad. She wanted to laugh, but Alejandro started to speak, "My mother gave me a bunch of books for me to read when we were doing nothing in this season. But I could tell that you really enjoyed the book."
She laid down on the bed, "And why do you even have a diary? Isn't that something that only...girls do? I thought you were more manly than tha..." and was interrupted when he threw a pillow at her.
He could not help but throw the pillow at the annoyance from her comment, "Alejandro Burromeurto is definitely a man, which is why you screamed out and moaned 12 hours ago. And I only started to write... journal entries after I went to therapy and physiotherapy since TDWT. My therapist wanted me to vent and write my thoughts about things. I was very bitter from the accident, and apparently I was bitter about so much in my life. I wrote about my family, my upbringing, school, the show, my perceptions of the world, other things, and you."
There was immense silence between the two of them. She never thought that his condition was so bad that he had to go to therapy to speak specifically about...her. Heather did not want to feel bad, but she did, "Well, that is...at least you are better now. When the hell is Chris going to lock these damn doors? I have been with you enough to last a lifetime," and got up, only for him to grab her hand.
"That is a lie, and we both know it. It is fine, I am here for a million dollars, and nothing else, but if that were true, than neither of us would spend as much time together as we would have. You can easily go on and speak to Gwen, Scott, or even Courtney, but you do not. You could have easily exposed that I am not handicapped, but you did not. I could have let you go home yesterday, but I didn't. So can we stop pretending that we hate one another?"
"Fine, I do not hate you, but it does not mean that I like you either. You are attractive, I will give you that, but it does not mean that I trust you, or that I want to marry you. You are a lot more transparent than you think you are, and I do not want to repeat what happened last night. There is NO us, and I did not say anything about your pathetic leg plan, because it is going to be so fun watching you unravel all on your own doing, and it is clear that everyone voted Jo off because she was a pain in the ass, and she lost us the challenge. I do not owe you anything. I do not trust you, and you can say all you want, but you do not trust me either. Stop pretending like you care, and now that Duncan left the team, now you can easily seduce Gwen to break up with the man she clearly wants to be far away from, and use her as your pawn."
Alejandro only grabbed her other hand, as he walked closer, with both of their hands intertwined, "No one can trust one another 100% here. We are in a competition show, and only one of us are going to get the million dollars. I at first wanted Gwen as an ally, but I have to admit that it was more to that. I saw how bothered you were when I was complimenting Gwen early in the season; those silver eyes watching me like a hawk. It is fine if we are mutual, or even friendly. Friendly with a lot of benefits."
His hand soon left her hands, and caressed her legs, which she only clenched together to stop him from running his hands on her, "You are something else. I could care less about you and Gwen, so there is no reason as to why I would be bothered about that."
The rain started to slowly stop, but Alejandro would not stop this conversation, "Can you stop this unnecessary banter and you attempting to hate me? It is getting extremely tiresome, my precious. We need to get along to not continue our losing streak."
"You want to be friendly? Than fine. I can be friendly, as LONG as you prove your competence, as well as the rest of the team. And plus, you are the least of my problems when it comes to our team. You're probably the second best of the team," she admitted.
He chuckled, before grinning, "Of course I am competent. You would not have moaned and screamed last night if I wasn't competent. But I do agree that we are the best in our team."
Courtney was knocking on the door, trying to open it, "Oh COME ON. Why in the HELL does this door not open? Give me the knife to pick lock off Scott."
The duo heard the door start to unlock, causing Alejandro to go on his hands, right as the door opened, "Perfect. Why in the hell was the door locked? It does not matter, we need to have a meeting."
The four villains (Gwen was missing) entered the other side of their cabin, and sat down, with Courtney acting like this is a political meeting, "Well, your team, which is now my team, has been in a losing streak for the past 2 challenges. Now that I am on your team, that will not happen anymore. But we need to get to the root of the issue as to why you guys kept on losing. Heather, go first."
"We kept on losing because of Jo and her being a pain in the ass. And now that she is gone, we will win," she stated simply, clearly not caring about this meeting that was set up.
Alejandro cleared his throat, before giving his sturdy opinion, "Well, there are many reasons why we lost. There was a lot of unresolved conflicts on our team, with Lightning and Jo, Duncan and Gwen, and Heather and I. Duncan and Gwen had a bunch of relationship issues and arguments, and something tells me that it might involve a baby, but you can tell that they are walking on thin ice. Lightning and Jo were obsessed with getting karma on one another, and it was distracting, and Heather and I worked out our issues, and we are tighter, and closer than ever," putting a seductive tone that only Heather could pick up. He continued his thought, "Lightning and Jo are both eliminated now, and Duncan is on the other team. My main issue is that you will distract the team with your issues with Gwen."
The CIT quickly blew that off, "Though my annoyance for Gwen is very high, nothing distracts me from completing challenges, so the conflict with Blue-paint Lipstick is no issue. So there is no issues with anyone on the team," only for no one to respond.
Scott could not help but keep his eyes off of Courtney's figure, biting his lips, "Well, if things work out well, we will be very intimate with one another." Alejandro pretended to gag to Heather, and they both laughed from Scott's shameless ogling.
She pushed Scott's head, which was getting closer and closer to her lap, not even paying much attention to him, "Yeah, yeah, yeah. Since we are on the same foot, I would assume that if we do lose, Gwen is the first one to go, correct?"
No one got a chance to respond, before Chris started to speak through the bullhorn that is ringing from outside, "Well, there has been a...some findings of some nasty stuff in the...Craft Services tent last night, and we can assume that two people were engaging in some sexy time in the tent," for Alejandro and Heather to immediately grow nervous from the announcement. "The next time you all want to have sex in a tent, or a kitchen, or somewhere where people will have to use on a regular basis, at LEAST use a condom, and spray the place out. It is NASTY. We had to get some stuff in the tent for today's challenge, and we noticed it. Just wanted to get that out there, and the challenge will be ready for you all in about 15-20 minutes. McLean, out."
Scott started speaking about who the mysterious couple was that did the deed, "I bet that it was Duncan and Gwen getting the shagging on during the challenge. After he saved her from that leech, I am sure that she put out for a return favor."
"Ugh, they are tasteless and nasty. I would not be shocked if it was them who would do something like that in such a public place," complained Courtney, "And now that they are on separate teams, she will give the Heroes information, which is why she needs to go next."
Neither Alejandro or Heather could bear to look at one another, afraid that they would blush, to give some sign that it was them. He decides to deflect, "Well, I am sure that Zoey and Mike wanted to celebrate their anniversary, and what better way to do it than making love. I am for one proud of them."
"Who cares who fucked in the cabin. Are we seriously that bored where now we want to know one another's sex lives? Heather complained, not wanting this conversation to continue anymore.
Gwen entered the cabin, to find that all eyes are on her. There were definitely tear marks on her face, and she was getting antsy and nervous from all of the stares that she was receiving, "Uh, is something the matter?"
Author's Note
Well, the next chapter will be Food Fright, and a few things after the elimination of Sam. I am sure some things seem confusing right now, but things will definitely make sense. I am going to write this story all the way up until the end of the finale.
Feel free to review, or ask me any questions on anything involving the fic. Express what you like, dislike, or whatever you want. Thanks to all who are reading. I will be publishing the next chapters of my other 2 stories most likely Thursday or Friday. I need to update faster, but school is extremely busy.
