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Authors' Notes: Face gets in his revenge and the fun starts... but not the kind of fun you're thinking of... well a little bit of that but just a tease. Enjoy and remember, reviews fuel our insanity... or at least Murdock's.

Hannibal was monitoring the port stern area of the ship when he bumped into one of the men B.A. had described,"Sorry." the Colonel apologized.

The other man seemed agitated. He kept rubbing his arm and looking at his watch.

With a sinking feeling, Hannibal guessed that whatever was going to go down, was going to happen soon,"Waiting for someone?" He asked casually.

The other man paused, then nodded, "She's - er, she's supposed to meet me here...um...later."

"A date night?"

"Yeah." he nodded quickly.

Hannibal's spirits lifted a little, "Well, then don't you think you should go and get ready? I mean, a suit and all?"

"It's tonight...never mind..go away."

She didn't see Face for the rest of the day, that worried her ever so slightly, but she figured he was busy being well… him, or doing some recon work for Hannibal. During lunch, Devon had asked if she liked to go dancing, she hadn't been dancing in ages. When did she have the time? She smiled and had accepted his offer. The evening plans also included dinner at a the ship's quote most romantic restaurant, her in a simple little black dress and heels that made her legs go on forever.

After dinner they made their way to the crowded club, the music was pounding and the room very warm from all the body heat crammed into it. Devon smiled and dragged her onto the floor and pulled her against him, his style of dancing was definitely not that of a gentleman's and she was beginning to wonder if she had misjudged him just a little as the lights flashed around them.

They moved to the throbbing beat of the heavy music, he swung her out from him, but in the process the crowd shifted and they became separated, she didn't notice as she closed her eyes, letting the music dictate the movements of her body.

Face waited for the perfect moment, then swept in behind Charissa, immediately grinning and whispering "boo" into her ear.

Murdock, spotting this, changed the music. He'd stolen the DJ's booth, and from behind tinted windows, cranked up the bass of the slow song, "Go get 'er, Facey!"

She jumped and turned, "Why am I not surprised." She heard the music change and arched a brow, "Really?" Around them the atmosphere of the room changed, the lights flashed slower and the couples crowded near them moved slower and sensuously.

"Really." Face pulled her against his hips, moving like he had last night, sliding kisses up and down the column of her throat.

Hannibal and B.A., meanwhile, were on the lookout for the incoming boats. Now that it was dark, they'd pulled out night-vision binoculars from the emergency kits and were scanning all along the deck - not just off the port stern.

She had no choice but to put her hands on his shoulders as he pulled her forward against him. Her lips parted hazel eyes narrowed as she stared at him. It was suddenly hard to breathe as he rocked against her and her body moved with his. Her slender fingers gripped into the fabric of his shirt as she melded against him, her body fitting perfectly against his, "I hate you." She growled low, but her eyes spoke against her words; they were wild and dark, excited.

"No you don't." He nipped his favorite spot on her neck and grinned down at her, "But I think your new beau does." He glanced at the other man over Charissa's shoulder.

A part of her was embarrassed, but as she glanced around no one was paying them any attention, no one cared. Or so she thought. She made a sharp sound when he found that spot on her throat, which was still tender from last night. Her body pressed hard into his on its own accord, as though she was his puppet and he was pulling the strings, "What?" She whirled around as best she could and saw Devon staring at them, "Fuck."

"Exactly." Face chuckled low in her ear. He pulled her against him, her back to his front, and pushed against her, "I know you want me to. I know you want me to make you scream...I'll bet that puppy over there has no idea what a woman you are..."

When Devon went to pull her back to him, Alice was gone. He looked around but it was like trying to find a needle in a haystack. When the music changed and the movements of the people around him slowed he spotted her… and she wasn't alone. He watched as a man, a member of the staff pulled her roughly against him and began to practically make love to her in the middle of a crowded room. He felt his blood boil, but all he could do was stand there and watch.

Her breath left her in a rush as he pulled her back against him again, but this time her ass was pressed against his front, his arms tight around her like a steel cage. This was why she enjoyed throwing her higher rank up in his face, because he could overwhelm her and control her, make her belong to him. It was maddening and annoying at the same time. She hated him for it, but she liked it, god how she liked it and he knew it. Suddenly she moved, her body sliding down his slowly. She wasn't going to just roll over and spread her legs this time. She forgot all about Devon watching them, she didn't care anymore.

Face growled a little and pulled her back up, grinning as Murdock put on a faster song next. He began to move with her, pushing closer to Devon, making a big show of it.

She knew exactly what he was doing, it was cruel… it was Face. She lost herself in his movements, but tried her hardest to fight back in her own way. As they moved, the skirt of her dress slowly began to crawl up her legs, but she didn't notice. She ran a hand up the side of his leg slowly as they moved, her expression changing, becoming dark and heated as she tried to slip her hand between her ass and his groin.

Face gasped sharply when her hand found its way between them, and growled a little. Tournabout being fair play, he enjoyed her dress rising between them and took the oppertunity to slide his hand under there, delighted at the tremble of her thigh under his palm.

She smirked as he gasped, but she forgot it took two to tango and her hand stilled for a moment as his hand pressed against her thigh. She swore under her breathe, but continued to stroke him through the fabric of his pants, "You're not as evil as you think you are." She hissed at him and proceeded to slowly lower the zipper on the crotch of his pants and slipped her hand inside, smirking, "Mmm, I forgot you liked to go commando." Her eyes happened to glance in Devon's direction, she felt a little thrill at the fact he was watching them.

"If you keep going like that, I'm going to fuck you on the dance floor, and then we'll get kicked off the ship." Face growled, pushing past her underwear and sliding his fingers down. He bucked into her hand, still watching Devon as well.

She laughed, it was sardonic in nature, "But I won't be in trouble, you will." She informed him, Hannibal would be pissed, but not at her. She skimmed the tip of her fingers against him, her breath hitching fast as she felt his fingers touch her, making her press back against him. She knew Devon had seen Face's hand disappear under her skirt and she was pretty sure this had to be the worst thing they had ever done. A part of her felt dirty, but the rest of her really didn't give a shit.

After a moment or two, Devon couldn't take anymore… he needed a strong drink. He moved to the bar and wondered what the hell he had missed.

"Well," He suggested, "then I guess we'd better stop." He abruptly pulled away, zipping up his trousers and smiling, hands behind his back and grinning his best at her.

At that exact moment, Hannibal spotted four boats coming for their cruise ship at top-speed out of the gloom, "There they are, B.A.! Look!"

Showers are still to the left if needed, Face is such a devious little bugger isn't he.

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