Girls Can't Be Aces

She thought she'd proven herself more than enough times in her joint flights with the Pirates, but as those four words echoed through her mind, she became dead set on proving the Reaper wrong. At first, it was tension, a glare from across the room, sardonic comments at his expense, but she soon grew aggressive, lashing her sharp, normally honeyed tongue at him as they passed in the hall. Edge's impulsive, overbearing attitude only began to wear on Reaper as time went on, until gradually his shoulders started to slump when she approached...

Like a lioness stalking her prey, she was patient, sadistically so, showing her dominance everywhere else, if not in the air. When she set her sights on the Reaper, and he couldn't even meet her gaze, Edge knew it was time.
He didn't even fight when she hooked her forefinger into the collar of his flight suit after the sortie in B7R, comically dragging him into her quarters, his feet shuffling behind hers all the way. The subtle kiss of her perfume upon her bunk overpowered the stench of sweat, and Edge didn't wait for him to reply before simply straddling him. Reaper's jaw dropped, as if to say -something-, -anything-, but the swift palm of Edge's still-gloved hand put an end to that.

The slim form of a woman straddling him made the Reaper's heart beat faster, faster than any missile alarm could take it, as Edge caressed her sides, sloping over her hips, and gingerly reached for his flight suit's zipper. Every tooth separated drove the tense atmosphere to still new heights, and with a flourish, Edge tore it from Reaper's upper body, down to his side. The erotic display was not lost on Reaper...nor the effects of it lost on Edge. She sucked her teeth and shuffled from her straddling position, pulling the flight suit clean off and leaving Reaper in nothing but his underwear -- the Nevada wasn't very cold this time of year, after all.

Edge's lip curled in disgust at the brazen display of arousal. "Pig." Never breaking her eye contact with the supposed 'ace pilot,' she pulled her gloves away, left, then right, before slowly, agonizingly slowly, unzipping her own flight suit, slowly over her chest, revealing the scant, sweat soaked undershirt of a pilot formerly in peril. She let it fall to the floor before approaching Reaper once again, and the ace recoiled as Edge reached closer....and over him, to the personal drawer beside her bunk. "I'm going to teach you a lesson today, Pirate. Girls can't BE aces." The glistening black leather of a harness and attached plastic caused his eyes to widen, but Reaper knew better not to scream.
There would be plenty of time for that during Edge's "lesson."
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Viper sighed and shook his head as an audible whimper carried down the hallway. "What the hell" the slight accent -- Bronco -- "sounds like a stuck pig?"
Viper gave a halfhearted shrug. "Viper's Ace Seminar 106. Never tell a woman what she can and can't do."