<strong>Tagged</strong>: Alex, Wiggy<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Garage, Corridor<br/><hr/><br/>If it weren't for the loud roaring of the motorcycle, the entire crew of the Titan would have been made aware of the game Alex was playing with Aurora. She had cried out from the top of her lungs when Alex had  pulled the gas handle open, anyone within a reasonable distance would have probably heard it. The cold steel had vibrated against her sensitive button above her slit so much that it would have only taken a few more moments or she would have gotten off. It was only typical of Alex to do this to her though. The stereotype was complete, now he had literally fucked someone with a motorcycle. At least, she would be able to boast about having had a six hundred horsepower vibrator. Surely there weren't many women who could say the same. The lack of completion would have left her in a state of utter frustration though if it weren't for the imminent danger that they were now in.<br/><br/>She realized Alex was right as soon as she heard him shout "Gunfire!" The sounds of metal on metal ticking was so consistent, it had to be an automatic rifle of some sorts. After Alex jumped off the saddle, Aurora was finally able to leave the beast as well. She clumsily tried to put on her skirt again, which Alex had unbuttoned only moments earlier. She'd get him back for this though, even if that meant forcing him to fuck an exhaust pipe or something outlandish like that. The dress shirt she was still wearing was a complete mess. All the buttons had been ripped off by him and she had no other choice but to head towards the cockpit without getting it fixed first, or putting on more clothes.<br/><br/>She stumbled into the corridor that lead from the garage straight to the cargo bay and the cockpit and saw Wiggy heading towards her. Aurora still was a bit flushed from Alex' little punishment she had to take earlier, and the fact that her ripped dress jacket around her shoulders could hardly cover anything probably meant Wiggy didn't have to be a visionary to figure out what had taken place. "What's going on?", she asked the technician assuming she already knew everything about the situation. "How many bandits are there?"