This was their foreplay, a rough mental and often physical struggle for dominance that played out through the decks of the ship.  Over the last few months, the grounded Firefly had become more of their own personal playground than a working, running starship.  He had taken her, or she him, on every hard surface they could find and sometimes in places that he wasn't exactly sure how they had accomplished it.  The one that stuck out in his mind was the one time they had managed to cram into the small overhead compartment in the engine room, fucking with her hanging upside down and with her arms wrapped around his neck.  She had been anchored to him only by her strong, capable legs.  He still had the bruises around his ribs.<br/><br/>The knife at his throat was a bit of a mild surprise though.  He had to suppress every instinct in his body to lash out, hit some vital place on her lithe body and take control of the situation again.  But, he just went with it, giving her complete, trusting control.  They had no need for the safety of words, they trusted each other completely.  And with such trust and release came incredible possibilities.<br/><br/>He leaned back into the pilot's seat, his hardened hands running over her stiffened nipples, tugging and twisting them.  His cock pressed against the inside of her thighs, as he shifted slightly into the seat and away from the deadly edge of that familiar knife.  He had seen her talent with a blade; he had no urge for their play to get a little too bloody.  But the tension was obviously working wonders.  He could feel her heat through the thin fabric of her burgundy panties, see the hungry dancing in the mirthfulness of her eyes.  He wasn't about to make her wait.<br/><br/>One of his hands drifted back behind the pilot's chair, to rest on the worn handle of the small pistol he kept there for emergencies.  It had often come into their foreplay more often than actual combat and she knew it was there.  He half expected her to pull it on him but it seemed it was his turn to take control again.  The pistol was clear of its holster in a flash and he brought the revolver up to her temple, cocking back the hammer.<br/><br/>"You want that fucking, baby? You get up and get them panties off and beg for it.  Maybe I'll let you have it."<br/><br/>It was half the reason they kept the first chamber slot in the gun empty, for moments just like this.