Waiting's for everyone else

Susan didn't hesitate. She stepped into his space, her fingers finding the release latch on his combat harness with practiced ease. The armor hit the deck with a clang that echoed through the empty ship. "Rules," she said, nipping at the sensitive skin where his neck plating ended. "Every system gets tested." Her teeth scraped upward along his jugular as she backed him toward the cockpit. "Starting with navigation."

Vorax's laugh rumbled through her ribs as he let himself be guided into the pilot's chair. The reinforced frame creaked under his weight as Susan straddled him, her thighs bracketing his hips. She reached back without looking, her fingers dancing across the control panel until the main thruster array lit up with a deep thrum that vibrated through the deck plating. "Feel that?" she murmured, rolling her hips in time with the pulses. "Core's running hot already."

The tactical display flickered to life as Vorax's claws dug into her hips, his blunt nails leaving crescent indents in her skin. Susan arched into the pain, her back pressing against the curved viewport as he bent her backward over the console. Alien constellations spun in her peripheral vision while his tusks scraped a burning path down her sternum.