Ch 5
At least he was alive. Theo rested back against the headboard and tried to get comfortable; after all, he wasn’t about to go anywhere, at least not yet. Riddick was supposed to be some sort of escape artist, and he had checked the room out thoroughly, he had poked at the vents and examined the locks before he left. Theo knew it didn’t matter anyway; Riddick could have left the door wide open and simply told him not to leave the room, or else. He knew that if Riddick was given the smallest reason to kill him that he would, and yet he was still alive. With the comm system shut out and him not needed to fly the ship anymore, he had half expected Riddick to simply kill him right there, as they had no further use for him, but he hadn’t and that was interesting in itself.
Like other mercs, Theo had of course heard of Riddick, and he ran through a quick list of what was commonly said about him, and through all of this he realized that not much was ever said about the man himself. So far everything Theo had seen contradicted everything he had been told. Except for the killing of course, that was to be expected, but he had pulled the two others behind him, and Theo believed that if it was necessary, that Riddick would have died for them.
When he and Riddick were separated from the others he thought Riddick would kill him then, but he didn’t do it then either and he had warned him about the lights. Of course Riddick had threatened him, but he hadn’t hurt him. He didn’t throw him out of an airlock when he realized that he was probably more trouble than he was worth. They had made a deal of course but it wasn’t something he really expected to be honored, and yet Riddick had done exactly that, honored a deal, with a merc no less.
Theo looked at the door again as he thought through his options. He could do something stupid, and die as a merc, or he could stick around a little longer, and see if he was cut out to be a pirate. He felt ridiculous as he thought that; it was such a crazy thing to think. Maybe that was just it; it ‘was’ a crazy thing to think, it wasn’t any longer. Trieste Nine, he could really disappear there. No more Company, no more Mercenary Guild, which was just as much a prison in it’s own way as any Riddick escaped from. No more debt, no more surveillance, just a tall ship and a star to sail her by.
Riddick had allowed him to bring books from his quarters, another thing he hadn’t really expected, but then again, Theo supposed Riddick knew all about imprisonment and the boredom that came with it. He knew he wouldn’t be able to sleep, so he went over the titles that he had brought. Two were quite new, and could be read on a small reader, but it was the third that caught his mind’s eye. It was a real book, if not a well made one. He had only ever seen one that had a hard back and that was in a museum; this one was a paperback and it had been repaired many times. ‘Swiss Family Robinson.’ Theo could still see the words, even as his eyes closed.
“….For many days we had been tempest-tossed. Six times had the darkness closed over a wild and terrific scene, and returning light as often brought but renewed distress, for the raging storm increased in fury until on the seventh day all hope was lost….”
Shazza felt his hands tremble as they settled in her hair, just for a moment before he held her tight and kissed her hard. Every time he touched her was like that; it was as though he wasn’t sure she would allow it, and so he touched her almost delicately at first to give her a chance to say no, a chance to pull away. She pressed closer to him and ran her hands over his hips and across his chest before she slipped them past his neck and held him as tightly as he held her. She kissed him back, hunger for hunger and lust for lust; she wanted him, and she wanted him to know it.
He moaned softly as he kissed her, the sound pulled from him as her hands ran over him. Shazza listened to his heart race and felt his body quiver in anticipation against hers; his erection was almost an afterthought as it pressed against her belly.
When she had first really looked at Riddick, without his goggles, she had realized how young he was, no more than twenty five. It was strange to think of him as vulnerable, in any way; that he could do the things he could do, that he had done what he had done, and yet still seem so unsure at this moment? She realized it wasn’t so much unsure as it was a desire to not do things the same way, he trembled with restraint as much as desire. Her hands pulled back slowly and whispered over the stubble of his jaw as their kiss broke. In this, she knew he would have to trust her; he was out of his depth. “Lights, twenty percent.” She tilted her head to look at him as the lights dimmed, not sure if it would be enough.
It was harder for him to hide his emotions with his goggles off, but it was easier with the lights lowered as the darkness was something he took into himself. She watched his slow blink in the near dark as his fingers threaded through her hair, and she wondered how often he got to do that, just touch a woman. It would be silly to think he was a virgin, but there were some things that she knew he had no experience with, or very little. Simple things that someone else, someone with the freedom to wait, to enjoy, would take for granted. “I haven’t managed to brush it out yet, it’s a mess.” Shazza left the rest vague and stepped away from him; she let her hand trail down his chest to take his hand.
He followed her as she walked naked into the bathroom ahead of him, her tangle of hair hung low on her back. It tickled across his hand as he held hers. If she was any other woman he would watch her ass instead of her hair; if she was any other woman they wouldn’t have made it to the bed, he would have taken her right there. But she was Shazza, and he watched her hair. And he watched her ass, but mostly he watched her hair. It curled and shone, in spite of all the dirt and the grime. When she held out the brush to him, her eyes held his for a moment before they flickered closed again, and left him with his comfortable darkness; it was easier when she didn’t watch. He took his time and brushed it out carefully; he had never done this before, for anyone, ever. It was softer when he buried his nose in it and whispered for her to start the water.
Shazza let out a quiet moan when the hot water hit her; she had started to watch Riddick get undressed but the water was so wonderful. She didn’t even want to think about how long it had been since she was clean. Riddick let his fingertips skim lightly over the curve of her breast and listened to her quiet laugh echo in the shower stall. “It’s wonderful, Riddick.” He knew she spoke about the water, and he agreed that yes, it was wonderful; he hadn’t had a hot shower in well over a year.
Riddick stood behind her and closed his eyes; with handfuls of soap he explored every curve and hard plane of her body, a person’s whole history could be told on their skin. His fingertips traced over the many scars and followed the hard ridges of muscles. She had lived a hard life, and it had shaped her body in much the same way as his life had done with him. There was nothing that was really soft about Shazza, nothing except what was soft with all women. He washed her carefully and slowly, and fought his own urge to rush; he wanted to take his time.
He let her go so that she could wash her hair, and washed quickly while he watched her. He had never watched a woman wash before either; he had seen them sprayed down with a cold hose when they were inducted into prison, but he had never just stood back and watched. It surprised him a little how much he liked it. He stepped out across the floor and opened a few cabinets until he found clean towels, and stood back a little as she quickly dried off.
Riddick stood in front of her and looked slightly ill at ease; he hadn’t let go of his towel yet but just watched her as she dried her hair. She listened to the strained sound of his breath and knew just how hard he fought with himself. Her eyes flickered closed as she remembered his kiss in the dark, so sure, so definite, before she spoke, “Lights off.”
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Rider 5
Ch 5
At least he was alive. Theo rested back against the headboard and tried to get comfortable; after all, he wasn’t about to go anywhere, at least not yet. Riddick was supposed to be some sort of escape artist, and he had checked the room out thoroughly, he had poked at the vents and examined the locks before he left. Theo knew it didn’t matter anyway; Riddick could have left the door wide open and simply told him not to leave the room, or else. He knew that if Riddick was given the smallest reason to kill him that he would, and yet he was still alive. With the comm system shut out and him not needed to fly the ship anymore, he had half expected Riddick to simply kill him right there, as they had no further use for him, but he hadn’t and that was interesting in itself.
Like other mercs, Theo had of course heard of Riddick, and he ran through a quick list of what was commonly said about him, and through all of this he realized that not much was ever said about the man himself. So far everything Theo had seen contradicted everything he had been told. Except for the killing of course, that was to be expected, but he had pulled the two others behind him, and Theo believed that if it was necessary, that Riddick would have died for them.
When he and Riddick were separated from the others he thought Riddick would kill him then, but he didn’t do it then either and he had warned him about the lights. Of course Riddick had threatened him, but he hadn’t hurt him. He didn’t throw him out of an airlock when he realized that he was probably more trouble than he was worth. They had made a deal of course but it wasn’t something he really expected to be honored, and yet Riddick had done exactly that, honored a deal, with a merc no less.
Theo looked at the door again as he thought through his options. He could do something stupid, and die as a merc, or he could stick around a little longer, and see if he was cut out to be a pirate. He felt ridiculous as he thought that; it was such a crazy thing to think. Maybe that was just it; it ‘was’ a crazy thing to think, it wasn’t any longer. Trieste Nine, he could really disappear there. No more Company, no more Mercenary Guild, which was just as much a prison in it’s own way as any Riddick escaped from. No more debt, no more surveillance, just a tall ship and a star to sail her by.
Riddick had allowed him to bring books from his quarters, another thing he hadn’t really expected, but then again, Theo supposed Riddick knew all about imprisonment and the boredom that came with it. He knew he wouldn’t be able to sleep, so he went over the titles that he had brought. Two were quite new, and could be read on a small reader, but it was the third that caught his mind’s eye. It was a real book, if not a well made one. He had only ever seen one that had a hard back and that was in a museum; this one was a paperback and it had been repaired many times. ‘Swiss Family Robinson.’ Theo could still see the words, even as his eyes closed.
“….For many days we had been tempest-tossed. Six times had the darkness closed over a wild and terrific scene, and returning light as often brought but renewed distress, for the raging storm increased in fury until on the seventh day all hope was lost….”
Shazza felt his hands tremble as they settled in her hair, just for a moment before he held her tight and kissed her hard. Every time he touched her was like that; it was as though he wasn’t sure she would allow it, and so he touched her almost delicately at first to give her a chance to say no, a chance to pull away. She pressed closer to him and ran her hands over his hips and across his chest before she slipped them past his neck and held him as tightly as he held her. She kissed him back, hunger for hunger and lust for lust; she wanted him, and she wanted him to know it.
He moaned softly as he kissed her, the sound pulled from him as her hands ran over him. Shazza listened to his heart race and felt his body quiver in anticipation against hers; his erection was almost an afterthought as it pressed against her belly.
When she had first really looked at Riddick, without his goggles, she had realized how young he was, no more than twenty five. It was strange to think of him as vulnerable, in any way; that he could do the things he could do, that he had done what he had done, and yet still seem so unsure at this moment? She realized it wasn’t so much unsure as it was a desire to not do things the same way, he trembled with restraint as much as desire. Her hands pulled back slowly and whispered over the stubble of his jaw as their kiss broke. In this, she knew he would have to trust her; he was out of his depth. “Lights, twenty percent.” She tilted her head to look at him as the lights dimmed, not sure if it would be enough.
It was harder for him to hide his emotions with his goggles off, but it was easier with the lights lowered as the darkness was something he took into himself. She watched his slow blink in the near dark as his fingers threaded through her hair, and she wondered how often he got to do that, just touch a woman. It would be silly to think he was a virgin, but there were some things that she knew he had no experience with, or very little. Simple things that someone else, someone with the freedom to wait, to enjoy, would take for granted. “I haven’t managed to brush it out yet, it’s a mess.” Shazza left the rest vague and stepped away from him; she let her hand trail down his chest to take his hand.
He followed her as she walked naked into the bathroom ahead of him, her tangle of hair hung low on her back. It tickled across his hand as he held hers. If she was any other woman he would watch her ass instead of her hair; if she was any other woman they wouldn’t have made it to the bed, he would have taken her right there. But she was Shazza, and he watched her hair. And he watched her ass, but mostly he watched her hair. It curled and shone, in spite of all the dirt and the grime. When she held out the brush to him, her eyes held his for a moment before they flickered closed again, and left him with his comfortable darkness; it was easier when she didn’t watch. He took his time and brushed it out carefully; he had never done this before, for anyone, ever. It was softer when he buried his nose in it and whispered for her to start the water.
Shazza let out a quiet moan when the hot water hit her; she had started to watch Riddick get undressed but the water was so wonderful. She didn’t even want to think about how long it had been since she was clean. Riddick let his fingertips skim lightly over the curve of her breast and listened to her quiet laugh echo in the shower stall. “It’s wonderful, Riddick.” He knew she spoke about the water, and he agreed that yes, it was wonderful; he hadn’t had a hot shower in well over a year.
Riddick stood behind her and closed his eyes; with handfuls of soap he explored every curve and hard plane of her body, a person’s whole history could be told on their skin. His fingertips traced over the many scars and followed the hard ridges of muscles. She had lived a hard life, and it had shaped her body in much the same way as his life had done with him. There was nothing that was really soft about Shazza, nothing except what was soft with all women. He washed her carefully and slowly, and fought his own urge to rush; he wanted to take his time.
He let her go so that she could wash her hair, and washed quickly while he watched her. He had never watched a woman wash before either; he had seen them sprayed down with a cold hose when they were inducted into prison, but he had never just stood back and watched. It surprised him a little how much he liked it. He stepped out across the floor and opened a few cabinets until he found clean towels, and stood back a little as she quickly dried off.
Riddick stood in front of her and looked slightly ill at ease; he hadn’t let go of his towel yet but just watched her as she dried her hair. She listened to the strained sound of his breath and knew just how hard he fought with himself. Her eyes flickered closed as she remembered his kiss in the dark, so sure, so definite, before she spoke, “Lights off.”
Copyright © august 2006 xxxevilgrinxxx
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