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Yep, I know it's been a long time since I concentrated on Behind Closed Doors. My reason for this is I've been more or less focused on the OTP Challenge. Not only that, but for around two weeks ago or so I typed 700 and something words for this chapter so right now I decided to get my arse into gear and finish it :XD:

Showers mean quite a lot to a soldier and that goes without saying for so many reasons. But then again when Tennessee and Arizona meet in a shower cubicle then they're bound to ignite some heat between them ;)

Tennessee and Arizona @ :iconbritish-prophetess: (Me)

Previous chapter: Behind Closed Doors Drabble 77. Three AM
It was three in the morning and Tennessee was still wide awake.
For the past hour and a half she attempted everything she thought of in order to get to sleep. At first she tried physical exercise, relentlessly putting herself through strenuous training that consisted of push-ups, sit-ups and squats. Unfortunately halfway through her squats routine, exactly the moment when she approached squat number one hundred and five, she was forced to stop on the account of bad cramps developing in her legs.
She’d grumbled to herself, half limping half walking over to the bed where she fell upon the soft mattress, rubbing her thighs soothingly with her hands while wincing in displeasure. After a few minutes the pain began to ease gradually, so she’d made a beeline to the cafeteria. Thankfully a small section of the canteen area was open twenty four hours – it allowed access to all Freelancers at any time, day or night, to make themselves a drink whether it was a glass
Next chapter: Behind Closed Doors Drabble 99. Passionate Reconciliation
The grey interior of the canteen instantly matched Tennessee’s bleak mood, her trail of thoughts darkening as soon as Arizona, clad in normal civilian clothes that consisted of an orange Grifball T-shirt along with a pair of dark blue denim jeans, strolled in without a care in the world. Thankfully he never spotted her despite the fact at this time of afternoon the room was bare – only a few other Freelancers were eating their lunches now they were off duty from assignments or training.
With her intense gaze locked on her so-called lover she watched like a patient hawk assessing its prey as he grabbed a blueberry muffin and a hot beverage, and then making his way to a table that was occupied by North. It didn’t take them long to engage in conversation; their close body language signalling their talk was more or less about something serious not to mention private. Not that she actually gave a damn as to Arizona’s business – he c
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Dam, that was hot as hell. Now I'm curious about sex in the shower.