She had been wondering if Xev was going to reach for the pistol or not. Because of this pistol, she had learned to think clearly in the heat of battle when someone had her at gunpoint. The first time that ever happened to Jenn, she admittedly had to fight fainting. It's one thing to fight an enormous, muscular man, knowing all the points on his body that would bring him to his knees with one swift punch or kick. It was another to have a scrawny kid with a gun against your temple, demanding all your platinum. The Captain of course got her out of that one, and privately, she told him later how afraid she was - a weakness she rarely felt. They were just getting to know each other and how to work as a team, and being a team, she felt they should know when and why the other is at a weak point, as reluctant as she might have been to do so at the time.<br/><br/>On that same evening, when he was sitting in the pilot seat of their Firefly, she even told him that she owed him. She wasn't accustomed with people coming to her rescue, and her trust in him was growing. He had told her that just having her at his side was payment enough, and with the mischievous look in his eyes, she wasn't sure whether or not to believe him. Their eyes stayed locked to each other until he unbuttoned his pants, and pulled them down a bit to reveal his hardened cock. He reached behind the seat, and pulled out the small, fully loaded pistol. She heard the click of the hammer, and felt fear mixed with confusion, as if the past month of working with him had been a trap, as if she were there just for him to use her. She spent the next several minutes with her mouth around his cock, at gunpoint, and when he had stopped thrusting and released himself in her mouth, she heard the click of the trigger. She squeezed her eyes shut, waiting for pain, or death. When neither happened,  she sat up and opened her eyes, seeing the bullet in the palm of his hand that he removed from the gun's chamber, and a triumphant smile on his face. He had started laughing, saying he likes her too much and would never shoot her unless he really, really had to. In a flash, her knife was at his neck, and she made him promise that he'd never do that again, or it was his life.<br/><br/>He still snickered while he made the promise, even when he begged her not to slice his throat while he picked her up and laid her on the floor under the ship's controls. He yanked the shorts off her, and his tongue went to work between her legs, flickering inside and out, pleasuring Jenn in a way she had never felt before, her knife still at his neck.<br/><br/>Having a gun pointed at her never frightened her nearly as much. In fact, right now, with the barrel against her temple, excitement coursed through her like lightning. She knew exactly the point on Xev's wrist that she could hit before he realized what was happening, in which case his hand would reflexively release the gun. But instead, she backed off the seat, pretending to be frightened. "This... this isn't because I wanted to stay in the ship when you went out into the heat, is it?" She ran her thumb slowly across the seam of her panties, pulling them down just slightly, before she inched them down her legs. She straddled him in the pilot seat again and brought his hand to the moist area between her legs, moving his finger around her clit. She closed her eyes and breathed deeply, moving her hips slowly as she enjoyed his rough hand against her soft, sensitive area. She opened her eyes again, not needing to work too hard to stare pleadingly at his. "Please..." she said in a low voice, just above a whisper, "you can do whatever you want with me. Just... please don't make me wait."