Disclaimer: We don't own it, but if we did you'd get... well stuff like this chapter hahaha. And the lyrics at the beginning belong to the Bee Gees respectively.

Authors' Notes: Just fair warning, the following scene is one of the reasons why this fic is rated M for Mature. You have been warned. Cold showers will be provided afterwards if needed.

I'm gonna break down your defenses, one by one
I'm gonna hit you from all sides, lay your fortress open wide
Nobody stops this body from taking you

You Win Again by the Bee Gees

"And how do you figure that?" She narrowed her eyes. She pondered trying to move around the bed, but that would make her look ridiculous. She rested her hands on her hips, Devon's coat falling from her shoulders as she stared at him in the dim lights.

Well, if you didn't, you'd be with that other guy right now." Face inspected his fingernails and then grinned at her again, "What's his name, by the way? He's a charmer."

She held her ground, he had her cornered and she knew it, "Devon." She told him, "And he's a gentleman, so of course I'm not still with him." She shot at him, curious as to how he would take it and if it would ruffle his feathers at all.

"You never did like it gentle, I remember." Face's grin darkened a little, lust twinkling in his eyes, "If it were me, I'd be ripping that dress off your shoulders and claiming your soft, warm lips like I owned them."

She shivered, memories flashing through her mind of him and her. Her lips parted slightly as she closed her eyes a second to regain control and gave him a hard, daring look, "And yet there you are, all talk." She folded her arms, a brow arching as she tilted her chin upwards in that haughty manner she possessed.

"Fraternization is not permitted among the staff and passengers." Face chuckled, leaning over the bed and planting his hands on the blanket, "But we do make exceptions. The only thing is - I don't know if you have any other dresses to wear if I rip this one off and leave it on the floor."

The heat coming from his eyes alone was overwhelming. She knew if she moved even an inch that would be it, the game would be up. She did move however, unfolding her arms to lift her hand and make a talking motion with one, resting the other on her hips, "What's the matter, those blondes wear you out?" She turned and walked away from him.

"Oh, they just started me up." Face walked behind her, arms going round her waist and upper body, pulling her back so she could feel his heat, feel his desire for her.

She gasped as he pulled her back against him, her arms trapped within his. Her breath came out hard as she stood there for a moment gaining her bearings. Once she had them, she realized she could touch the bare flesh of his thighs. She did so, digging her nails into his skin even so subtly at first, "You haven't won yet." Her heavy tone however was suggesting otherwise.

"No, but I'm certainly not losing." He hissed a little at her nails in his flesh, pushing his hips against her lower back, sliding his mouth down to kiss and nip at the side of her throat.

If he thought she would just melt back into him, he had another thing coming. But it had been ages since she had been touched, let alone like this and her body screamed for it. Her head lulled to the side, letting him have better access as her nails bit deeper, letting him know he was doing something very right, "No… you're… not." Her voice was breathy now as she closed her eyes.

Face concentrated for a moment, ignoring the pain in his thighs, and found a spot on Charissa's throat that he knew she loved. It wouldn't automatically make her melt into his arms, but it would certainly make her knees wobble a little bit. He eyed the bed out of the corner of his eye and growled a little as he sucked a bruise there.

She wobbled alright, she almost stumbled. Her nails left his thighs, her hands flexing as she slightly struggled against him, "Face." She hissed between clenched teeth, her heart racing slightly now. He was going to push her until she begged for it, but she wasn't going to give him that satisfaction at least not yet anyways.

One hand had wandered to her thigh and was sliding up and down, inching ever closer to her hip, running along the edge of her panties. The other was still wrapped around her lower belly, broad palm over hers, and he moved to kiss her, deep and slow and searing.

Before she could stop it, a small moan escaped her and into his mouth. With her arms a little freer she gripped his for stability as he began to break down her defenses one by one. Her chest rose and fell in deep but short movements as she reached back with one hand and buried her fingers in his hair forcing him to deepen the kiss as she gripped his always oddly soft hair. She had lost track of where his hands were, all she knew was if he let go of her she'd fall to the floor.

Screw the bed, he was ready for the wall, the floor, anything. He slipped his hand between her thighs and stroked her through the silk there, pushing up against her again and again, groaning into his kisses, his other hand pushing her dress up further.

This felt good, too good. She was fighting a losing battle. Her body arched back against his as she finally found out where his one hand was. Her legs almost buckled as he stroked her and she shifted her weight back against him letting him support her. She nibbled at his lower lip, her body giving off small quivers of excitement as she struggled to keep on her feet in the heels she was wearing.

"What do you want, Charissa...?" He murmured in her ear, low and husky, "Shall I put us in bed? Shall I fuck you on the floor? Or do you just want me to do you against the wall...?" He pressed her into the wall of the cabin, rocking against her, rubbing his fingertips until he could feel a bit of wetness seeping through.

The tension that had been building between them swelled a thousand fold as he continued to tease her and make her want to beg, she almost want too, she wasn't sure how much more she could take. She couldn't think straight, her legs were trembling and she was grateful for the wall she was now trapped against, "Stop being a fucking tease and fuck me." She hissed at him, making it sound like a direct order. Her hand snuck back between them, her fingers closing around him and squeezing in a not very gentle manner, but not enough to hurt him either of course.

Face gasped and moaned as she found his cock and squeezed, a little harsh but nothing punishing, "You got it," he panted, pulling down her panties with one hand and turning her around to face him. With her back against the wall, Face pushed her up and spread her thighs, kissing her with an animal noise as he slid inside her.

She barely had time to register him turning her around before she felt him slide into her. She cried out, arching against him, "Fuck." Her language normally didn't get colorful except in moments like this and only with him, or when she was seriously pissed. Her legs wrapped around his hips, as she dug the sharp heels of her shoes into the back of his legs. She gripped his arms, her nails and fingers holding onto him tight. Any sounds she made now were swallowed by him as she rolled her hips.

Face didn't let any time go to waste. He didn't bother trying to remove the rest of her dress, just kissed every inch of skin he could reach and continued to fuck her into the wall. After a few endless moments, someone knocked on the wall and told them to cut it out. Face merely growled and thrust harder.

She had recovered from being addicted to him years ago, but now that resistance was shattered and she knew she'd never be able to quit now. He was her drug and only now in the throes of passion did she realize how damned much she missed him, craved him. The few lovers she had had after him were never enough, she could drain them dry and it just didn't give her that fix. She laughed at the pounding on the wall and cried out a little louder, they had always enjoyed pissing the neighbors off.

He grinned at her eager enthusiasm, knowing that she enjoyed pissing off the people next door as much as he did. He sunk his teeth into her shoulder, lightly, sucking mostly, as his thrusts became more erratic and quick.

He was able to do her in such a way that pain mixed with pleasure, it felt good and she knew that afterwards she'd be sore but a good kind of sore. She hissed as he bit into her shoulder and arched against him, her nails raking down his back, "We're so going to get complaints." She managed to moan out; shaking with laughter and the fact he was driving her hard and fast towards her edge.

"Oh I hope so." Face gasped, grinning and kissing her again. She slipped a little in his arms, as he was slick with sweat, and it changed the angle as he continued.

She gasped at the shift and jutted her hips out twisting them, her legs tightening around him as she tightened in other places as well. Now it would be a game to see who could make who come first. She remembered the one time she had actually managed to make him go first. She smirked beneath his lips and began to fight to take over the rhythm of their movements.

Face couldn't help it - he was too close to the edge anyway, and he was taking out all his frustration and previous anxiety in this. He had a high sex drive, needed it, and he couldn't stop himself. "God - shit - gonna - fuck -"

She smirked and pressed herself against him, forcing him to go as deep as possible inside her as she left red marks up and down his back. She kept saying his name over and over again, she was so close and when she felt him go it wasn't even a second later she joined him. She clawed him then, her head falling back against the wall as she screamed for him.

Face roared as he came, arms shaking from where they were braced against the wall. His entire body shook with exertion and pleasure as he slowly sank down into her, moaning softly, "Mmm..."

The knocking on the wall ceased, and a muttering voice slowly went away.

Her body was shaking hard enough that her teeth were chattering, she laughed and wrapped her arms around him, her body sagging against his. She couldn't think, her mind was nothing but a buzz of white noise. Her legs slowly began to slip from around him, her strength wasted as she somehow managed to kick her heels off so she wouldn't break her ankles when her feet touched the floor. Her movements made him slip out from her causing her body to buck on its own accord as she cried out again hoarsely before she rested back against the wall, her arms falling from him, as she panted hard her chest rising and falling fast.

Face chuckled weakly as he began to catch his breath. He kissed her again, tugging her away from the wall to flop onto the bed. He howled in pain as the deep scratches rubbed against the fabric, and quickly turned onto his stomach, "Owww...motherfucking oww..."

Her dress was stuck to her skin, her hair wet with sweat, strands sticking to her cheeks and forehead. She was grateful for the bed, but blinked as he moved and then saw his back and cringed, "Sorry." She said half heartedly, she liked marking him and she was already growing stiff and sore as she laid there, "Ugh. I need to get this dress off me now." She muttered and began to wrestle with it.

Face folded his arms and rested his cheek on them, smiling as he watched her strip down, "God, you are really gorgeous." He blinked lazily, chuckling.

She blushed, but it wasn't noticeable, her skin still being flushed from moments ago. She ended up having to ruin the dress to get it off and then walked into the bathroom and came back a moment later with some aloe to help sooth his back a little. She knelt next to him and trailed a finger down his spine, teasing him just a little before beginning to apply some of the aloe, "This might sting a little but it will help." She warned and promised.

"As long as it doesn't rub off. I'm gonna have to sleep over the covers on my stomach." he winced as she rubbed it in. It did sting, but at the same time, it cooled the burning sensation. "Don't know how much sleep I'm going to get."

She smirked and leaned down and blew air across the cuts, she was being a tad evil and she knew it, "After that? It's going to take me a week to fully calm down. Shit." After she was done applying the aloe, she place feather light kisses across the cuts that looked the worst.

"Mmmf. Mmm...nnn." Face made little noises of pleasure and pain, twitching lightly under her touches, "Keep that up, Char, and I'll have to do it again. And my back will only get worse."

She smirked and ran her tongue across his shoulder blade, daring him just a little as she reached down with one hand and tickled his side, "There's no way in hell you recovered that fast." She stated matter-of-factly as she slowly lowered herself beside him, a small sigh leaving her lips from the soreness that her body was beginning to feel all over.

"I told you, those two only started me up. Since you first called with the mission, I haven't had sex. Men have needs. Me more than others." he pointed out with a cheeky wink.

She shot up and looked at him, "Are you telling me you haven't slept with another woman since…" Her eyes narrowed slightly, "Bull. Shit." She knew better, he was a sexual person, he craved it the way some people craved chocolate, "And no kidding." She said in light of his needs comment.

"When have I had time?" he pointed out. "Haven't had sex in a week, you're wondering why I'm almost ready to go again."

"You really are part rabbit." She said and flopped back down on the bed shaking her head slowly, "But I was going to say if you didn't fuck at least one chic after I left you I was going to have a heart attack." She kept mum about her own carnal activities after him, she had become quite the little whore for lack of a better term.

"Oh, it kind of happened." Face said lightly. He wasn't so much addicted to sex as he...well, it was more of an unconscious addiction, if such a thing were possible. It was like it curbed the pounding headaches he sometimes go, or soothed his stomach, or...or something. It brought him back to a level of normalcy, rather than exciting him. Of course, it made him feel great, but at the same time - it was a needed thing, nonetheless.

"Kind of?" She blinked, "How can it kind of…" She thought a moment and decided she really didn't want to know, "Never mind. Forget I asked." She stretched out like a lazy satisfied cat and muttered a little at the burn in her muscles as she moved.

Face inched his way up the bed to place his head on the pillow. He really was tired by now, and maybe he would get some decent sleep - as long as he didn't roll onto his back. He placed himself between Charissa and the wall; this would hopefully keep him immobilized.

She turned and fitted herself against him and tried to rest as well, she wondered why the others hadn't come looking for either of them yet. Hell she wondered why they hadn't gotten a knock on the door and questions by staff if everyone was okay in the room. She smirked a little and drifted into a hard deep sleep, probably the best sleep she'd had in four years give or take.

Hannibal and B.A. found the Captain's quarters and made notes on the area. Murdock had wandered off somewhere, but at least they could make plans once they met up with their other teammates in the morning. They both headed off to bed as well.

Wooo weee, that was hot. Hope you all enjoyed it. Hahaha cold showers are to the left.