"Quit complainin', you know you eventually get what you want," Jenn retorted, slipping her bra straps off her shoulders and revealing more of her breasts. She pulled him close, wrapping her arms around him to finish removing his gun belt. She kneeled down to slide it across the floor, but not without grabbing his hunting knife first. She didn't understand why Xev was so attached to it. He's had it for so long and it'd been through a lot. But at the same time, Jenn admitted he did keep it in good shape, what with sharpening the blade and keeping it clean and all.<br/><br/>She stood back up and held the knife just underneath his chin. "Lead me to the bridge," she said, in as commanding a tone as she could muster in her current frame of mind. He'd ordered her around enough on an every day basis that he'd occasionally relinquish control to her during sex. Other times, he'd lead her to believe she was in charge until suddenly he'd force her against the wall, pinning her hands over head, not letting her move while he shoved himself inside her. That was one of the things she found so attractive about Xev - his confidence when he was in control, not just during their sex lives, but any time. Although Jenn's ego allowed her to believe she could take care of herself in any situation, regardless of who was around her, she knew Xev had saved her life multiple times, as she had his. Although Jenn might often appear outwardly annoyed when Xev would take over a task and boss her around, inwardly, she knew that he generally made logical decisions, and had both his and her interests in heart when he made them. Jenn knew no other man like him, so that when they had sex, she didn't simply spend ten or fifteen minutes in bed, get what she wanted, and leave, like she had a number of others in the past; it was something she<em>needed</em>. It allowed her mind to take a break to be in the arms of someone she trusted with her life.<br/><br/>She had planned on having to prod him forward with the tip of the knife against his back, but she found her other hand in his, practically being pulled towards the bridge. "Close the airlock. I don't want no eavesdroppers."  When he did, she pushed him back into the pilot seat. She put the dull end of the knife in her mouth, holding the blade with her teeth. Her eyes stayed on his, as he watched her unclasp her bra, drop it to the floor, and carress her already hardened nipples. Just when he looked like he was about to jump out of the seat and pounce on her, she unzipped his pants, pulled them off, and leaped onto the seat with him, straddling him. She pulled the blade out of her mouth and pressed the dull side against his chin, pushing it upwards, his dark eyes gazing at her with a hunger that matched her own. "I want you to fuck me like you haven't had a good fuckin' in years."