Rest, Relaxation, and Reunion

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Rating: PG—PG-13Due To Some Suggestive Little Themes and that Friendly Violence I Keep Mentioning XD

A/N: Wow, I'm glad so many people are enjoying this! Thank you all!

T—D—I

"Duncan!?" Well, that was to be expected. The two teens stared at each other for a few moments, neither knowing how exactly to react or what to say. They stood there, separated by some invisible wall that stood at the entrance of the elevator. As much as they could very easily stand there, staring at each other, time was ticking by; the elevator doors began to slide closed. The two widened their eyes further.

"No, I won't lose you!" Duncan cried out as his left hand flew between the two doors. The sensors feeling an obtrusion, the doors slid back to the sides; Duncan's hand remaining on them and ended upon the frame. His body had now broken that invisible wall from earlier and his face was mere centimeters away from Courtney's. The girl had now brought her hand to her chest, surprised further by this act. The Rebel stared at her, his eyes filled with something she hadn't seen in Duncan before; sadness and desperateness.

Courtney reversed her expression to a smile and, in the blink of an eye, she quickly wrapped her arms around his neck, burying her face into him and tightening him into her embrace. The Juvenile widened his eyes as he stepped out from where he was and into the hallway, both arms at his sides and with Courtney still hanging onto him. The elevator closed its doors and descended. Duncan smiled and finally placed his arms around the former CIT as well. His eyes then fell closed, content.

After a few moments, Courtney finally pulled away from him, keeping her hands on his chest and smiling up at him. The Rebel smiled too, with his infamous cocky grin and confidant eyes.

"What're you doing here?" Courtney questioned him. Duncan frowned slightly.

"Haven't you been watching the show?" he questioned.

"Yeah, right," the girl replied sarcastically as she stepped back form him, her hands leaving his chest. "The people I've been with barely give me time to breathe! Much less even come up to my suite to watch…" Duncan glared slightly at this; he realized that guy she was with was trying to keep her mind off of him.

"What's happened?" Courtney's question broke him out of his thoughts and he responded.

"Well, Chris separated us by sexes and me and The Guys won a challenge, the prize being that we spend two days in this hotel. I'm just glad we were able to get away from that place, even if it's only for two days," he explained monotonously. Courtney raised a brow, curious. A hand went to her mouth nervously.

"What was the challenge?" she asked him. She noticed Duncan twitch a little in the brow.

"An eat-off…a disgusting one…that made me puke…" he responded shamefully, his eyes closed as he tried to repress the memories of that horrifying incident. "God, it was so gross…it was Owen who helped us win in the end."

"You puked?" Courtney asked, obviously surprised. Duncan looked away, not wanting to look her in the eye. The preppy girl in front of him smiled sympathetically before walking up to him, again, and giving him a sweet kiss on the cheek. Duncan widened his eyes at this unexpected act of affection and finally looked back to her; she was smiling gently. He smiled back. For a few moments, they simply smirked at each other before they both remembered their switched cards.

"Well, Princess, I'd love to stay and talk about how much you absolutely love me," Duncan teased playfully. "But my key card got switched and I have to go give it back so I can get my card back, too." He began to walk up to the elevator button again but Courtney spoke before his finger pushed it.

"My card got switched, too," she told him. "That's why I'm in this floor; my room is in the floor below." Duncan widened his eyes a bit and looked back to her.

"Below this floor, you said?" he asked and pulled out the card. "This card is for a room in that floor," he stated, facing her fully and showing her the card. Courtney's eyes widened upon reading the number on the key.

"That's my room!" she told him, quickly snatching the key from his hand. She then pulled the switched card from her back pocket; she was wearing jean shorts. She then showed it to Duncan. "Is this one yours?"

Duncan looked at card and smiled before taking it. "Yeah, thanks," he replied. They looked back at each other, smiling.

"I wonder how they got switched…I didn't see you when I was outside and, even if I did, I wouldn't have switched them," Courtney explained, sticking her card in back pocket and looking back to Duncan. She mentally slapped herself as she saw that he had a suggestive and pervy smile and quirk to his brow.

"Or, maybe you did so you could sneak into my room you could give me a little surprise for when I got back," he winked playfully after he said this, the lust in his blue eyes saying how feverishly non-innocent the thoughts in his mind were. Courtney rolled her eyes and playfully gave him his moment.

"Oh, yes, Duncan," she said with the same playful and suggestive voice he usually used. She pulled an arm around his waist, bringing them closer together, and placed her other hand on his chest again, staring deeply into his eyes. Duncan could only grin cockily at this.

"I just love you so much," Courtney continued teasingly. "I just had to do something special…but I can't take it anymore, oh, Duncan, take me now!" The two were now pressed, chest-to-chest, each with a playful smile tugging at their lips and with half-lidded eyes.

"Seriously?" The Rebel responded as a hand was already making its way to her rear. Courtney giggled as she saw that he thought she was, indeed, being serious.

"No, you perv!" she said with a laugh as she pushed him away at arms length. "I was kidding!" Duncan lowered his gaze, slightly disappointed. Courtney embraced him again.

"I missed you," she told him kindly. This made the Juvenile smile, in spite of everything. It also made him realize that, thankfully, the former CIT still cared for him. His arms wrapped around her.

"Me too."

T—D—I

Duncan had decided to escort Courtney back to her room. She told him what she was doing in this hotel as well after he asked her in the elevator. Duncan also questioned her as to whom the young man she was with was. They were close to reaching her room at this time. The girl frowned nervously at this.

"I don't like him, if that's what you're thinking," she explained immediately.

"Actually, I did," Duncan confessed, a part of his voice sounding sad while the other part was pure burning hatred. Courtney also grew angry as she remembered the event from earlier.

"He's a complete jerk who judges everybody if they don't reach his standards." Duncan's glare returned as he asked himself what this bastard had told her that had made her so bitter towards him.

"What did he do!? Did he insult you!? I'll murder him!" he demanded from her as he had now grabbed Courtney by her shoulders, forcing her to look him in the eye. Courtney's eyes widened at this but she responded, nevertheless.

"He didn't say anything bad about me…" she mumbled, her gaze falling. "But he said that I'm…too good for you…and that I should find somebody a lot better…" she told him sadly and looking away. "He's such a jerk; he doesn't know how good you really are and neither does anybody else because, like I told you, my parents sent me here to try and get my mind off of you…I just ended up missing you more." Duncan's gaze fell and, soon, so did his hands. But, with those words, he realized just how much Courtney would defend him; how much she really liked him.

He let her go and continued walking towards her room. Courtney followed behind silently. They made it to her door. The young woman used her key to open the door and enter. Pushing the door open with one arm until it hit the wall and stayed there, she turned around to face Duncan.

"I guess I'll see you tomorrow," she told him with a gentle smile.

"What, you don't want me to stay here with you?" he asked her playfully, to try and lighten the mood between then a little, too. "It'll be just like old times." He was, of course, referring to the time they had camped out over at the island and she had fallen asleep on his chest, snuggling with him the next morning. The former CIT rolled her eyes and a smile graced her features as she looked back to him.

"No, I don't want to wake up in the middle of the night, screaming, to see your hand about halfway up my shirt, if you don't mind," she replied playfully in return. Duncan could only smile cockily.

"How'd you know?" he winked teasingly as his hands went to his pockets. Courtney shook her head.

"Night, Duncan," she said as she began to close her door. The Rebel put his foot in the way and brought his face up to hers before she could though.

"By the way," he began. "You look really good in that bikini." It was that simple comment that made Courtney blush heavily and widen her eyes greatly, suddenly realizing just how revealing her outfit was and that she had spent the past twenty minutes or so with Duncan.

"You…you're such a perv, Duncan!" she screamed, her eyes closed tensely with her head hung low. Now that she was distracted, Duncan took this opportunity to bring her lips into his. Courtney widened her eyes but she easily melted into him, forgetting how much of a good kisser he was. They both missed this feeling of their lips against each other. Moments later, he pulled away and began walking down the hall.

"Night Princess," he called, playfully, over his shoulder. Courtney tried to glare but she couldn't, even if he had stolen a kiss…she liked it and she couldn't possibly get mad at him for something so sweet. She watched him until he turned a corridor and was out of sight. Sighing dreamily, she closed her door finally and got ready for bed.

T—D—I

As Duncan was making his way to the elevator, he soon felt another soul behind him, following him. He stopped and his smile reversed to an angry frown as his brow tensed. The person behind him stopped as well. Looking over his shoulder, he was ever so slightly surprised to see that the person following him was the young man he had seen Courtney with at the pool, except he now had on a plain, dark green t-shirt with the black shorts and sandals.

"Finally noticed me, huh, Juvy?" The young man even had a nickname for him already.

Cute, Duncan thought sarcastically. He snorted.

"That's the best you can come up with, Buck Private?" the Rebel asked sarcastically as he had given the other young man a nickname of his own. Knowing Buck Private was one of the lowest ranks in the military; he felt it could insult the guy a little. Since he had that short 'military' cut, it fitted nicely. The other young man glared further at this, as he also knew very well what the Rebel meant with that.

"What did you tell Courtney!?" he demanded, taking a step forward with a clenched fist.

"I'm her boyfriend," Duncan smiled playfully a she said this, his back still facing the other young man but looking at him over his shoulder. "I can tell her whatever I want, don't you think?" His adversary continued glaring.

"Stay away from her, Juvy! She can find a hell of a lot better guys than you!" he explained angrily.

"Oh really?" Duncan looked at his nails falsely. "You think you could be one of those guys?"

"Hell yes!" the other replied. "At least I've never been to jail! Now stay away from her or, I swear, I'll take a paunch straight to your jaw!"

"Oh, I'm so scared!" Duncan replied sarcastically. "As if I've never taken a punch before, ha! I've taken that and much worse, Buck Private!" He began to walk away after he said this, obviously not scared in the least by this young man's pathetic excuse of a threat. He stopped suddenly, though.

"What did you say your name was again?" he questioned darkly.

"I never did, but it's Aaron, Juvy," the other teen replied heatedly.

"Aaron…I'll keep that in mind, Buck Private…consider yourself officially on my hit list," Duncan said cockily, continuing his walk towards the elevator. He continued to hear Aaron behind him, complaining and continuing to threaten him about staying away from Courtney and whatnot. Obviously not intimidated, he continued walking and eventually made it to the elevator, where he then proceeded on going back to his floor to go to his room.

T—D—I

A/N: Yay for threats XD and yay for kissy, lovey-dovey-ness :3 that was a cute scene, don't you guys think!? Duncan stealing a kiss…he is a Rebel, after all :D Anyway, please R&R, no flames ;D thanks!