::THIRTY TWO::
“Fuck, Riddick, I’m sorry…..”
Kid looks scared. Not that I can really blame him. Jenkins isn’t really a kid, and, at some point, I’m going to have to stop thinking of him as one. Today seems like a good place to start. I could say that he’s just damned fast, but I have to look at the truth. I’m getting slow in my old age.
To be honest, I’m surprised the kid lasted this long. I went easy on him at first, figuring he wasn’t serious, that he just wanted to handle himself a little better, learn a few moves. He just kept coming down here, to train with me. Didn’t matter what I put him through, either. He’d take a hit, go down, and be back up again. Hurt, but not staying down. Never made the same mistake twice. He started improvising, a little nervous, at first. Not sure how I’d take it.
Jenkins still does a lot of the comm work, but he’s passed a lot of that off, in the past year. Works under me, mostly. Security. He’s nowhere near my size, but there’s some edge in him that says you had better listen, had better take him seriously. I’ve been letting him take on more and more of it himself.
Lying on my back on the floor, trying to catch my breath. Winded. If I was younger, it wouldn’t take me nearly as long to come back from it. I didn’t even see it coming.
“I gotta admit, kid. I’m impressed. Been a hell of a long time since someone’s got the drop on me.”
“I’m sorry…”
He’s holding his hand out to help me up. Maybe I get to teach him something today after all. That, and it did feel good to throw him, after he knocked me on my ass. Touch the shiv to the underside of his jaw. The lights are off, so he can’t see it, had to make him feel it instead. That took a lot of guts in itself, training in the dark with me.
“Never let your guard down kid.”
Too dark for him to see me smiling at him. Good for him to still be a little scared, even if he doesn’t have to be. I haven’t killed anyone since the Epsilon. Don’t much care to, either, if it can be avoided.
“Lights.”
Hold my hand out, to help him up, keeping my eyes closed, as the lights come up. That’s something else I never would have done. Jenkins hands me my goggles, from the bench. I’ve gone most of my life, not trusting anyone. It’s still hard, some days. I trust Jenkins. Of course there’s Franks. And then there’s Jane.
Part of the reason I don’t mind leaving more and more of the security work for Jenkins. So I can spend more time with her. The depth of it surprises me some days. The flutter in my gut when I get close to her, sometimes even when I catch scent of her. An ache. Everything in me hurts with wanting her. Like it’s hard to breathe.
She’s grown her hair out, it just brushes her shoulders. It’s as hard to control as the rest of her. Stand deep in the shadows, leaning against the engines, watching her. Hands covered in grease, trying to find a way to tuck her hair behind her ear without getting oil all over it. Can’t help but break into a grin, watching her trying to blow it out of her face, before cursing at it. Still has the mouth of a soldier on her.
Slip up behind her, running my hand over her hip. Let my hand stroke the shell of her ear, tucking her hair behind it, kissing her neck. Her skin salty, slick with sweat. Touch my finger to her lip before she speaks. I never get tired of just touching her. I’ll close my eyes every once in a while, and just run my hands over her. Not saying a word, just touching her, letting her body speak to me.
She settles into the touch, a soft purr of contentment. A sound I can feel, running my hands over her throat, arching her neck to me. She’s dropped the wrench, the sound of it masked by the engines.
“I’ve wanted to do this since the first time I saw you down here.”
Her laugh is quiet, as I press into her, the heat of her making my mouth water. Trace my tongue over her neck, where I had kissed her before, the sound of her pulse in my ear. Bite her gently, at the base of her throat, nudging her back, into the shadows. We’re not far from the spot we shared that first real kiss. Where I let her kiss me back, and tell me, with the heat of her, that she wanted me too.
Run my hand over the wall, the pipe running along it’s length, to make sure it’s not hot, before turning her, pressing her hard against it. Press close to her, loving the feel of her against me, knowing she feels the same way, that she wants me, needs me, just as bad.
“Riddick…”
Her voice is shaky, her breath quick. Pulling at the bottom of my shirt. Her hands tugging, trying to undress me and touch me at the same time. I never get tired of it, this burst of heat from her. Like something she keeps hidden, just for me. Take my shirt off, putting it on the pipe behind her, so she’ll have something to sit on. Her hands still slightly slick with engine oil, glide over my skin, tracing every curve, every muscle. It’s more than just the heat down here that’s making me sweat.
Trace her bottom lip with my tongue, the taste of salt, and her, before kissing her, her tongue sliding over mine, insistent. Press harder into her, my hands resting on the pipes behind her. Pressing hard enough that her back arches, a small grind against her hips making her moan, the sound a vibration that rips through me.
Pull her shirt free, and over her head. Stilling myself, just a little, before carefully undoing her bra, my hands stroking over her small breasts, her nipples already hard. She’s struggling to kick off her boots. Break the kiss just long enough to reach down, and untie them, pulling on the ends of the laces, letting her kick them off herself.
Braced, half naked, against the pipe, her hips thrust forward to me. Watch her for a moment. Her hair out of control again, the ponytail she had it in a thing of the past. Her eyes glazed with lust, lips slightly parted. The flush of heat down her throat unmistakable. Doesn’t matter how many times I push her to this state, I find her beautiful, and sexy as hell, every time.
A hard stroke over her, damp, through her cargoes, is enough to make us both moan with want. Help her take them off, her naked body pressed to me, before lifting her gently. Balanced on the very edge of the pipes. It’s a little low, but not too much. It’ll do. Her legs spread, making room for me, as I press into her first, feeling the desire in her, before dropping my own pants.
A pause, take a breath before sliding into her. Take the goggles off. Not just wanting to see her better, wanting her to see me. As only she can. She’s waiting, her legs wrapped tight around my waist, her breath needy little purrs. Her hands braced on the pipe, beside her hips. A gasp, a sharp moan, drowned out by the roar of the engines, slide in slow, pressing into her, inch by inch. Loving the feel of the wet heat of her, pulling back, and gliding in again. I love to fuck her hard and fast, love to make her scream, make her lose all control of herself. And I love this too. In it’s own way, I love it more. The intimacy of it, the closeness.
Withdraw, the smallest of whimpers, her internal muscles pulling at me. Press forward slow, my hand on her hip, her moans growing louder and sharper, with every stroke. Her hips move with mine, the small grind at the bottom, hitting her clitoris, her moans turning into small cries. Eyes closing, her neck, her back, arching, the pleasure building with every deep drive into her. She’s so close.
“Open your eyes, Jane. I love watching you come.”
My hand in her hair, to hold her still, knowing everything in her wants to arch up, increase the pressure within her. Hold her still. I love watching her. Press harder, the look in her eyes making it hard to go slow. The power of her emotions making her eyes dark, darker, as I lose control, driving up hard into her, almost no withdrawal, just wanting to stay here, deep within her.
The sharp cries, mine, telling me she’s mine, she’ll always be mine. So much more than that. The weight in my belly is nothing compared to the ache in my heart, as I watch her. Feeling her come, long before the scream leaves her. Hold her still, her eyes on mine, coming deep within her. Looking into her eyes, knowing, maybe for the first time, really knowing, that she loves me. That I love her.
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