The same night he had placed that small pistol against her head had been pivotal to their relationship.  There was no need for words as to why he had done it, merely that the lesson had been taught, the bond had been tempered.  She had admitted fear, a weakness that could no longer plague her mind in their line of work.  Death was a commonality and they had to face it with temperance and a clear mind, no doubts could shroud their judgment when it came time for a trigger to be pulled, a knife to be stabbed, a person's life to be ended.  No hesitation, no exceptions.  It had been their mantra, their silent promise to each other, for years.<br/><br/>That small revolver's hammer cocking back, the flash of his claimed knife in the dim lights of the cockpit. a steely grip on a pale throat; those were the hallmarks of their foreplay, a rough, hardened expression of a fierce love and devotion that went beyond flowers and other romantic ideals.  Archaic, meant for soft handed Core worlders: out on the Rim, when you had only cold, hard reality to turn to, there was no time to obfuscate love in frilly pleasantries.  It was better to surround yourself with the trappings you knew and together, they knew death, sweat, and hard work.<br/><br/>It was their lives, it was their first loves.<br/><br/>As his hard cock pressed against her silky inner thighs, damp with a sheen of sweat, his rough hand worked over her mound with alacrity and precision.  He knew just how to touch her, just how to stroke her clit until she was wetter than a river.  His other hand still held the small gun, pressed smugly against her temple and held there with unmistakable intent.  He'd never shot her, she knew this, but it pushed them towards that edge enough to make them walk away with bruises.<br/><br/>His fingertips worked their magic while she started to buck her hips against his.  There was no sense in making a woman wait, especially one like Jenn.<br/><br/>"So damned eager, no patience what so ever.  Fine then, you better be ready, 'cause I'm about to fuck you so gorramnin' hard you won't be able to walk straight without skippin'."<br/><br/>That hard, throbbing cock was then guided, shoved, into her soaked sex, while his calloused hand continued to work her clit up and down, stimulating every part of her that he could get his hands on.