"Hardly.  Just don't think we need words right now, Jenn."<br/><br/>His calloused hands gripped her firm ass tightly, savoring how the softness of her flesh felt beneath those finger tips.  Their moments together were often rushed, scattered amongst hard days spent in the heat and dust of the Eavesdown Docks trying to get the rusting heap of metal they called their ship back into the sky.  Or they worked jobs like this one, passing the ideal time fucking up against a bulkhead.  He loved it when she took control, that brief conflict of wills that often resulted in some rather rough, passionate sex.  He owed her everything; the ship was his because of her legerdemain.<br/><br/>His lips were on hers, her hand guiding his head into them hard.  She was in charge now, steering the course they were going to take.  He let go, let his clothes get ripped off his body while her hands wandered over his chest.  He felt her fingers working his belt, a familiar sensation.  He only grinned wickedly at her and leaned more into that kiss, her lace covered chest brushing against his bare one.<br/><br/>"Fuckin' tease."