Jennifer stiffened a little when Rome grabbed her backside, trying his best to grab onto some big, meaty street booty you'd find in a place like this under normal circumstances. Colonial booty calls were the best, but Jennifer knew the best was between her and the sheets. The only thing Rome could get his hands on was a firm, toned and well taken care of pretty little ass. A Marine ass, so double the danger. Get lost or go find jack frost, either way, your dead. Or Rome would be, if he were a civ. But, she had given Rome a one night earthquake to shake up his boring sex life, and she felt he was competant enough to do as he was told, like a good Marine, he knew how to follow orders.<br/><br/>In truth, however, Jennifer respected Rome enough to sleep with him. She wasn't sap headed enough for love, and too proud for pleasure. It was a respect thing, more than anything else, she didn't feel the need or desire to do anything not involving soldierin', but knew Rome well enough it helped both him and herself not only concentrate, but bond. Of course, the fact he knew what he was doing and she knew how to do that extra twist with her hips to get the blood overcharging, meant it was never a dull moment when the clothes started flying.<br/><br/>Once Rome finished his padding pawn assault, Jennifer turned to face him, abruptly bringing up her boot so she was half leaning on the bench Rome had seated himself on. With her boot, she applied that critical piece of pressure under the codpiece. Just enough, to stimulate the excitable part, and hurt the sensitive part. Whichever he felt more was up to him, but the sinister look on Jennifer's face was intention. "<strong>Att'a boy Rome...</strong>" Jennifer smacked him on the cheek again, winking as she removed her foot and jerked her head towards the vent, sitting down next to Rome and stealing some more of his MRE, still facing towards the door, however. "<strong>Free lunch...</strong>"