Diana spent the day around the base that wasn't really there.

Glad she'd been paired with Wandle for the day, even though Dante had likely suffered under the dictatorship of Randy. When evening came she decided to take a shower instead of eat.

"Grab me something," she told Dante as she made her way to the showers.

Which were no more then a sheet that divided a tent in half. Two shower heads hung above and were connected by a hose.

Diana looked around the tent and saw it was empty.

Everyone was at the mess hall tent.

She held her bath bag in one hand and turned to tie the tent flap closed. A hand pushed through and stopped her. Diana stepped back at the sight of it. She didn't bother to pull the gun from her bag, she knew who the watch belonged to.

Hoot stepped inside and quickly knotted the tent flap closed, with a quick look along the bottom of the tent floor for feet.

"We're alone," Diana assured him, a smile playing on her lips.

For a moment he was almost annoyed. He took her face in his hands and kissed her deeply. The clothes and towel fell from her hands and onto the dirt floor. Her fingers found their way through his damp hair and only pulled him closer.

For that brief moment, Hoot forgot he was still mad at her from the previous night. He forgot he was mad that she was here, in one of the more dangerous places in the world. Even mad at Danny for letting her come. He began to peel off the layers of clothing. Damp from the humid jungle and sweat.

"Your mad," Diana spoke against his lips.

Hoot nodded as he pulled the green shirt she wore over her head. "I'll get over it," he declared, the sight of the bra made him forget the anger.

Diana reached behind and unhooked the back, "If you would check your phone you would've heard my message."

A comment was on the tip of his tongue, then gone when she handed him her bra.

Fully aware of the change in his moods Diana began to undress him. She pulled the grey shirt he wore from his pants, helped him take off his boots, then threw his pants on the floor with her clean clothes.

"No underwear?" She teased a smile on her face.

"Shut up," he spat, Hoot found if he looked at her pants he could concentrate. But then he had to look away from her breasts and that was painful. In more ways then one. Diana watched the inner struggle in his eyes and stepped back in the makeshift shower.

Only her feet and head showed.

For a moment Hoot thought about dinner, if he stayed he would only do one thing. The thought of dinner slid away when she threw her pants over the curtain.

Hoot met her eyes, "Underwear?"

A wicked smile came over her face.

Then she threw a simple pair of white cotton bikini cut hanes at him.

Then Hoot followed her in the crude shower stall, nothing more then cloth. She hadn't yet turned the water on. But with one look he could tell she was cold. He quickly slid the curtain in place and lifted her off her feet. There wouldn't be enough room for the both of them.

Diana wrapped her legs around his waist, a shiver ran through her body when his hands held her securely off the ground. His fingers ground into her bum with the knowledge they both enjoyed the action.

"You've done this in a shower before?" She asked, knowing she was a tease. Knowing his concentration was elsewhere.

Hoot met her eyes, "What?"

Diana could see he was trying his best to concentrate on her and her body. So she decided to see how much she could torment the man, "You've brought other girls in the shower haven't you?"

"What?"

"Don't argue with me. Do think I am that easy?" Diana demanded, her face straight, it took all she had for that.

"What?"

"Don't get condescending with me, how dare you just assume I'll have sex with you in a tent."

For a moment Hoot thought she was serious, then he remembered he held her, naked, in his arms. That she had lured him in the shower. But unsure he replied, "I'm not condescizing you…no, your not easy…I love you."

"Well then prove it."

"You know, for that, I should just leave you here and go eat dinner." Hoot declared, but made no move.

Diana leaned over and nibbled on his ear, "Well then put me down and go eat."

"I can't move."

Diana then drew her tongue up his tender ear.

"Your not helping," he told her, with a quick prayer of thanks he lay her down on the shower floor. Diana smiled up and him and pulled him closer with her legs. She slid her hands down his neck and onto his bare shoulders.

Any thoughts of dinner were quickly forgotten.