Diana stormed into the Delta tent.

A few men were in their cots, a few were under the cots, one hung from the top of the tent somehow. All eyes turned to Diana at her entrance. She pointed to the flap, "Every one get out," as Hoot stood from the floor she pointed to him, "Except you. Sit down."

Lambross stopped, Sanderson grabbed hold of the Delta.

"Come on! This is gonna be good! I don't get to watch Jerry Springer, let me watch this!"

"Now, Pete," Sanderson growled, pulling the Greek Delta behind him.

Hoot took a seat on the closest cot, Fowlers.

Diana watched as each Delta walked out, the last tied the flap closed behind him.

"Darlin, I can explain everythang."

The silence that followed while she walked over to Hoot frightened him. "Darlin, look I wasn gonna hurt your father. He's a wonderful man. He should be sainted."

She came to a stop before him, "And you won the fight from what I hear."

Hoot held a hand with two fingers up, "It was this close. It coulda went either way."

A lie, Diana had heard Hoot won by a much larger margin.

Her next comment took him completely by surprise, "Take your clothes off."

"Huh?"

A little while later...

Diana straddled the cot while Hoot pulled his pants on. The bruise on his shoulder a dark shade of blue.

"Ok, thats it, no more till we get home." Diana told Hoot just as she pulled her shirt on. THen she pulled her hair out from under it. Her bra had vanished sometime in the past half hour.

"Right. Damn, woman we gotta be more careful."

Diana looked up at him, "That's twice without anything. Why the hell didn't you bring any condoms?"

Hoot tried his best but couldn't work his zipper with her so close. Just the sight of her afterward drove him nuts. As did the sight of her before and after. And when they weren't even considering the action.

"Well I didn't know you were comin, here. I figured I'd be on my own for the entire time. I don't usually pack protection of that kind at times like this. Who tha hell am I gonna have sex with?"

Diana reached over and swatted his hands away, she zipped up his pants with ease and rolled her eyes. "Your remarkable." She then patted his firm stomach and that patch of fuzz that disappeared into his pants before she stood up.

After a quick inspection of the bruise, Diana lay a kiss on the tender skin. "Thank you."

Hoot looked to her with a confused look. A moment earlier she'd been complaining he didn't have any protection.

Diana read his face and slid her hands around his bare waist. She lay another kiss on the bruised skin. "Thank you for being faithful when we're apart."

A grin grew across his face and he kissed her. Almost chastly at first, "I love you darlin." He found just one kiss was not enough. Then he found he couldn't kiss her without touching her, and then he found a kiss was not enough. He sat down on the cot and traced his hands over her hips, up onto her waist. With every intention of pushing her away, but instead he pulled her onto his lap.

A little bit later...

"Hoot I'm serious, this has to stop."

"Well, darlin who was on top and who was on bottom?"

A blush spread across her face, the sharp remark forgotten at the sudden memory. She pointed at him and found herself at a loss for words.

Hoot slid his fingers across her chin, "Well then we should do that more often." In a gesture of loving disobdiance Diana nipped at his fingers. Hoot found it strangly arousing and took his hand from her lips, then replaced it with his lips.

At first she kissed him back.

Then she pushed him back, "Hoot! I am serious, where is my bra?" She stood in no more then green camo pants and a green camo jacket, open until she found her bra or shirt.

Hoot landed back on the cot and looked around the floor, "Found your socks."

"That was a twenty dollar bra!"

Hoot smirked and shot back, "Come here, I'll tell you where it is."

Diana shook her head, "Your tryin to get me pregnant."

Hoot shook his head, then looked as a hand pushed against the tent. Diana followed his gaze and rolled her eyes, "We're dressed Lambross!" She then looked back to Hoot who had a gun.

Surprise was apparent on her face. He motioned for her to get down just as the flap was cut open. Diana ducked down behind a cot and button her jacket. She found her bra and a gun, she picked the gun.

Just as gunfire errupted from outside.