Disclaimer: I don't own 'em.

This is a very quick story – more of a test of my smut writing abilities. Enjoy! By the way, it's rated R for a reason.

Incognito

Lips met roughly, in a frenzy, the friendly aura dropped in a second. Bodies pressed up against each other. Water made the expanses of skin slick and smooth, and so much more convenient. Hands roamed over limbs and other parts, reveling in the simplicity of it all.

It was dangerous. And stupid. And oh so worth it. Getting caught was a definite possibility, not to mention the worst thing that could happen, but it also happened to be the last thing on two people's minds. A moan rose into the air as talented lips found sensitive areas. This was no slow, sweet seduction - this was a power trip, a desperate, urgent meeting, both opponents equally matched - the best way to have it.

Fingers dug into skin as nipples were hardened into peaks by a darting tongue. Soft pleas mingled with the heady feeling in the shower stall, pleas that elicited more. One head ducked under the partition, and a strangled voice hissed in pleasure. Lips and hands found hardness and heat, and stayed there, provoking their partner, who responded with a hand tangled in silken hair, gripping. Fingers traced teasing patterns on skin, skimming over tensed muscle.

With a last, torturing flick of a tongue, the hands clenched, one still twined in soft hair, the other squeezing another hand. Liquid heat spilled, jet after jet, accompanied by muttered sentiments from chapped lips. The head returned to eye level, a satisfied smirk curving the sensuous mouth. Lips were captured in an intense, almost biting kiss, upper bodies squeezed together, legs entwined. Matching, steady thrusts slightly shook the stall, not enough to attract any attention. Hands clutched as the last, shuddering wave subsided.

Bodies separated, heading into separate stalls, carefully washing away any traces of their encounter. Almost reluctantly, clothes were donned, hair brushed back into a respectable look. A quick kiss at the door, and the expected, appropriate air of friendliness was resumed. Passing by the tent door, one could almost hear the whispered words.

"I love you, Hawkeye."

"I love you too, Trapper."

***THE END***

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