Chapter 18. Up an Attem
Riddick had been so exhausted, that he didn’t complain when Jack asked him to sleep with her like they used to back on New Mecca. He was harmless in this condition anyway. He knew that under other circumstances that this probably wouldn’t be a good idea, but for now, all he could think about was crashing. Jack had finished going through withdrawal and he trusted that she would sleep deeply beside him; and he was more than ready to sleep for at least ten hours, if not more.
Jack opened her eyes slowly and blinked sleepily. The room was in shadows, but she could still see around her. She took a deep breath and then exhaled slowly. She felt completely relaxed and safe, but her mind was a chaotic mess full of memories. During her withdrawal Jack relived each and every event that had formed her life, her short, but painful, life. Jack realized that there had been just a few moments during that life in which she had felt happiness or joy, and those happy moments were connected in its majority with Riddick. She chuckled at that thought. Funny how a dangerous killer had made that possible, while those so-called, civilized citizens, had made her life a living hell. Jack pressed her temples with her fingertips, trying to reach the details that simply still weren’t there. However, with the exception of a few things, she remembered almost everything. Jack moved from Riddick’s embrace and frowned, surprised, when he didn’t notice. She distinctly remembered that back then, when they shared a bed, just a slight change in her breathing would make him snap his eyes open. He must be exhausted, she thought as she smiled, feeling content.
She stood beside the bed and watched him. Riddick was sleeping peacefully. There was no trace of the dangerous man she knew him to be. No trace of his animal side. Jack knew that only she had seen him like this. She carefully bent over and placed a gentle kiss on his forehead. “Thank you, Riddick”, she said softly. “You gave me my life back”, she whispered as her lips lingered against his temple for a few seconds. Riddick frowned a little but didn’t wake up.
Jack went to the wardrobe, grabbed her bag and pulled out some of her clothes. She smelled herself and frowned in disgust; she really needed a shower. With that thought in mind, she headed toward the bathroom. Jack was about to take a look at herself in the mirror, when she remembered that Riddick had shattered it. She shook her head and rolled her eyes. Maybe it was better that she couldn’t see herself, she figured she was a complete mess right now anyway. She stroked her hair and found that it was limp and greasy. Jack let out a big sigh and got undressed. She stepped in the shower and stood under the fall of hot water. From the puzzle that was her mind, there were some missing pieces. Jack frowned and tried to concentrate on them. Nothing. She was sure that those pieces were linked to Riddick, but couldn’t find them inside her still sometimes blurry mind. Besides, she suspected that those, the ones that were still missing, were going to bring her only more pain, so she let them go for now. She felt overwhelmed enough right now.
Riddick snapped his eyes open. Jack wasn’t in the room, and her side of the bed was cold. He jumped out of the bed which was when he heard the water running. “Jack?”, he called to her as he headed to the bathroom. When she didn’t answer he opened the door. Inside the room was foggy with the steam from the hot water. “Jack? Are you ok, kid?”, his asked, concerned.
Jack was so lost going over what she could now remember, that she didn’t realize that Riddick was in the room. That was untill she saw his head beginning to appear from around the corner. “Oh, shit, Riddick!”, she cried out as she covered herself with her hands. Riddick froze. “Fuck I’m naked, man”, she hissed as she turned her slim body to face the wall.
Riddick chuckled. “You forgot to lock the door, kid”, he said as he turned to leave. “Besides, I’ve already seen you naked “, he teased over his shoulder as he kept going towards the door of the bathroom, grinning.
Jack immediately flushed. “You don’t need to remind me”, she muttered as she looked over her shoulder to check if he was still there. She sighed in relief when no sign of Riddick was detected. Then she heard the door close. Shit, she thought, as she let out the breath she hadn’t realized she was holding. Her face was red. Shit, shit, shit, she was chanting again.
Riddick returned to the bedroom with his heart beating fast and his breath faltering. Once there he changed the bed’s sheets. They were soaked with their sweat, and smelled of her nightmares, pain and fear. With that done, he headed toward the cockpit and checked on their destination. He desperately needed to keep his mind focused on business, otherwise he would do something that he would end up regretting. Riddick forced himself to calm down and to remember the dreams he had had before. Dreams, shit, more like nightmares. He had to fight against his own demons, it was painful for him, but he had no other choice. It was the only way to keep himself at a distance from Jack. It had taken all his self-control and will to turn on his heels and leave Jack alone in the shower. Jack shouldn’t be able to suspect how hard that simple act had been for him. However, and after all, Richard B. Riddick was legendary, apart from his personal style of killing people, for his self – control and his capacity to remain cold and distant, wasn’t he? Unfortunately, when it came to Jack, the answer was a resounding NO. He had to use all his concentration to force himself under control around her. Over the last couple days, washing her had been, for him, worse than any other torture that anyone could have inflicted on his body, ever. It made a day in Slam seem like a fucking pleasure ride, along a beach, under the stars, on a summer night.
Alhaur was one of the systems located on the edge of the frontiers. It wasn’t a joy ride though. After four days, they were already out of the commercial lines. The computer showed a couple of planets where he could land to refuel and buy some new clothes for Jack. Riddick shook his head sharply to remove the very sudden, and unwanted, picture of Jack in girlie clothes that filled his mind. He growled in frustration and made himself comfortable in his chair as he checked the news. He was looking for any sign of his little adventure on Thalion. Nothing. Hmmmmm. Riddick then hacked into The Firm’s so called public files. It seemed that The Firm was ignorant of his latest steps. He narrowed his eyes in suspicion and grunted. Interesting, he thought. Riddick knew that he was good at covering his trail, but even he had to admit to himself that he wasn’t that good. Something didn’t fit, and he couldn’t figure out exactly what . Why hadn’t The Board noticed yet that he hadn’t killed his latest target? Not a trace of his landing on Thalion either. That could only mean one of two things. One, he was really good, more than that, he was the best when it came to covering a trail. Or two, The Firm was playing a cat and mouse game with Richard B. Riddick. His beast lifted its head and snarled at that thought. He didn’t like the thought that he was the mouse in that old game, no, not one bit. Riddick thought that he could hack The Firm’s classified files from The Darkveil, but quickly dismissed the idea; it was too risky and they might intercept her sign.
He rubbed his head, frustrated, and realized that he hadn’t shaved or taken a shower in five days. That wasn’t new for him. When you live practically all your life on the run, it’s not like you have the option of taking a break just to shave and take a long shower. Those kinds of things are always considered a luxury when you’re on the run. Most people have a tendency to place their survival ahead of their personal hygiene. Riddick sniffed himself and grunted in disgust. I’m a fucking mess, he growled silently. What, Rick? You weren’t expecting to smell like a fucking bouquet of roses, were you? he chuckled at the absurdity of his own thought.
“Yo, Riddick. You in there?”, Jack’s voice called from behind him.
Riddick swivelled his chair around and looked at her. She was wearing a big t-shirt, cargo pants, and her boots. Black, huh? he arched a brow. Even under those too big, for his taste, clothes, he could picture Jack’s body without missing any details. His mind conjured Jack’s outfit at The Eclipse. Mmmmm. Her wet hair was in a pony tail and her face looked fatigued. Those dark shadows under her eyes couldn’t hide the brightness and beauty that sparkled in her beautiful, green eyes though. Jack’s smile widened. She smelled of vanilla. Beautiful, he thought. So dangerously beautiful, he grinned at his thought. Jack’s essence brought him memories of a younger Jack and New Mecca. Riddick hadn’t noticed until now that she always smelled of vanilla. He thought that maybe back then she used to hide it, because she didn’t want to look or act like a girl. He deliberately, slowly, inhaled her essence and closed his eyes behind his goggles. Riddick realized at that very moment that he had missed her essence almost as much as herself.
“Jesus, Riddick. You’re a mess!” She exclaimed as she headed towards the co-pilot’s chair and sat.
Riddick was abruptly brought back to reality and followed her with his gaze. “Been busy lately”, he said as he rubbed his stubbly chin.
Jack’s smile disappeared. “I forgot for a second”, she admitted, sounding ashamed. “Sorry, Riddick”, she whispered.
Riddick frowned, puzzled. “For what?”, he asked as he shook his head. ” Worst part has passed. You look much better now”, he stared at her eyes. Yeah, Rick better her eyes than her body, he reminded himself.
Jack’s smile widened shyly. “How many days have I been out?”, she asked frowning, suddenly not ashamed but embarrassed.
“A couple’ a days”, he yawned. Jack giggled. “What’s so funny, kid?”, he asked arching a brow.
“You can’t lie worth shit, Riddick”, she grinned. “Now, try again, big guy”, she teased as her stomach grumbled, demanding food. Jack rolled her eyes and giggled again. “Sorry, man”, she said, embarrassed at the funny noise.
Riddick chuckled. “Hungry, kid?” He mocked.
Jack stood. “Are you shitting me?”, she said as she raised her t-shirt and looked down at her stomach. “I haven’t eaten in what? Four, five days?”, she frowned. She had lost weight and her cargo pants hung just on her hip bones. Her panties peeking out from under her cargos. Her flat belly appeared and Riddick’s breath caught for a second as his body tensed. Breath, Rick, he reminded himself. He then relaxed a bit.
“I think we should put some meat on those chickens’ bones’ of yours, shall we?”, he teased as he stood and headed toward the kitchen. He couldn’t help but inhale deeply of her essence again as he passed by her side.
Jack wrinkled her nose as she followed him. “Um … Riddick?”, she asked hesitantly. She didn’t want to disappoint him, but she couldn’t help it. He stopped at the doorframe and turned his head. “How about I cook something for us and you, … well, you go and, and take a shower?”, she frowned slightly. “No offence, man, but”, she cut herself off and waved her hand up and down his body. “You’re really a mess, big guy”, she grinned.
Riddick raised his brows and looked down at his body frowning. “What?”, he asked surprised. “You trying to hurt me? Cause you should know that I’ve got a fucking fragile ego”, he said, pretending to sound wounded. Riddick still wore the same clothes that he had on four days ago. Jack slowly arched a brow and crossed her arms over her chest. “Better if I take a shower, huh, kid?”, he grinned and looked at her. Jack nodded and smiled. Riddick nodded back. “You know how to use a prep unit?”, he asked her as he turned to leave.
“Well, I’m smart enough, so I’ll figure it out”, she said as she entered the kitchen.
Riddick grinned. “Yeah, you’re a smartass”, he mocked over his shoulder as he headed to the bathroom.
Jack rolled her eyes, still smiling; she then frowned as she stood in front of the prep unit. She hadn’t been paying attention when Riddick had used it a few days ago. She’d been so busy watching his muscles flex under his tight wife beater that she didn’t know which buttons, and in which order, she had to press. Jack froze and a big smile crossed her lips when she remembered Riddick’s favourite foods. Welcome back to your life, Jackie girl, she thought. It was worth the risk, she smiled. She thought that it would be a great “thank you” to him to cook his favourite dishes. She then pressed a couple of buttons while humming a song she remembered.
Riddick stepped in the shower, adjusting the temperature. He thought about the events of the last few days and Jack. She seemed much better now, but still weak. Probably would be a good idea to begin with her training as soon as possible. She needed to be healed up if they were going to land in a couple of days. Riddick turned around under the spray of warm water and frowned a little when he saw Jack’s gel. He reached out and took the small bottle; opening it, he inhaled deeply. Vanilla. He felt his groin responding to the smell of Jack; then he placed a small amount of it in his palm. Fuck, you’ve got to control yourself, Rick, he said to himself. Suddenly his mind was filled by a vision of Jack’s naked body and her erect nipples. Grabbing the base of his penis he hissed as he slowing brought his grip up to the tip, squeezing its head as he felt the sensations start to build inside of him almost immediately. Closing his eyes as her essence began to float around him. He increased the pressure and began to stroke his member faster. Yeah, It’s been a while, Rick, he thought as he tensed his buttocks. Yesss! We’re not in a hurry, are we? He asked himself as he slowed his stroking as he felt the heat of his orgasm surging through his body. Riddick grinned as he pictured Jack wearing only an extra small pair of panties with little bunnies on them. Yeah! Beautiful, so fucking beautiful. He grinned and exhaled deeply as he held back the howl that his inner beast wanted to make. Riddick then quickened his strokes as his member erupted. He shuddered and rode his way through the spasm of pleasure until he was spent; collapsing against the wall of the shower. Fuck, that’s a good way to control yourself, Rick, he thought. You’re not a horny teenager, you’re a fucking serial killer ,for Fuck’s sake, he clenched his jaw as he adjusted the temperature of the water to cold. A hard shiver crossed his back and he sighed heavily. I told you that you would be dong this alot, Rick, he mocked as he closed his eyes, shaking his head.
Riddick dressed in clean clothes and headed toward the kitchen. When he reached the doorframe he saw Jack leaning on the counter, smiling and humming. Relax, Rick. She’s the kid, he reminded himself. Your little Jack, he added. On the table there were all of his favourite foods and a cold beer. Unable to hide his surprise at her supreme effort to cook all his favourites, he growled: “Wow, I see you remembered”, in his deep and sexy voice.
Jack’s face showed her gratitude with a big smile. One that reached her eyes, the first smile to do that since they reunited on Thalion. “It was the least I could do to show you my gratitude”, she said as she handed him the beer. Riddick took it, grinning.
“Thanks, kid”, he said as he patted her head as if she were a pet. Jack frowned, disappointed, but did her best to hide it from Riddick. That wasn’t exactly the show of affection she was expecting. “You know what?” He asked, as he took a swig from the can. “I’ve missed you, kid”, he added as he sat at the table, still grinning. “I think you’re going to cook from now on”, he added, almost drooling at the delicious meal laid out before him.
What the hell? She frowned. What’s that? Am I a pet? She thought. She then moved forward until she was close to him. Riddick tensed his body as he followed her with his eyes. “And you know what?” she asked softly, in her more sensual tone of voice, as she grabbed his head in her hands. Jack bent over a little “I’ve missed you too, big guy”, she whispered, smiling and kissing his recently shaved head soundly. Riddick knit his brows in surprise as his breath skipped for a second. Unfortunately for him, he wasn’t as good this time as Jack was at hiding it. Jack sense his gaze from behind his goggles and sat gracefully in front of him, satisfied with his reaction. Now, that’s more like it big guy, she added silently.
They devoured their meal in silence. From time to time one of them looked at the other and in response received a smile or a grin, depending on who looked at who. After a long moment, the silence that was at once comfortable and welcome, suddenly seemed weird. Riddick was lost in his own thoughts about Jack. Jack. Training. Jack training. Jack sweating as she trained. Jack dressed in tight outfits while training. Jack training in her tight outfit sweating and writhing underneath me as I. Whoa, whoa… stop that line of thought, Rick, he scolded himself and looked down at his food. Jack raised her brows as she looked at him, curious. She would swear that he had been staring at her. Was Riddick blushing? Oh come on, Jack, get real. Jack wasn’t sure if this was a good time to ask a few questions, but who cared anyway? She was curious and the dead silence was killing her.
Jack suddenly cleared her throat. “Where are we headed?” she said, breaking the silence. “Helion Prime?” She added in a hopeful voice.
Riddick snapped his head up and looked at her, frowning a little. “No. Alhaur System”, he said seriously, and took a sip from his beer. “It isn’t safe to travel to New Mecca right now. ” His voice sounded grave.
“Why? I thought we were going to see Imam”, she said as she reclined back in her chair.
Riddick sighed deeply. “Listen, Jack. There’s something you should know about”
Jack cut him off. “You? I already know you always have mercs on your neck, but”, her voice trailed off with a hint of sadness.
Better mercs than those hunting dogs The Firm calls Spec Op’s, he thought. At any other time, and under other circumstances, he could even wish it was just mercs. The real situation, however, was dangerous enough to wipe from him any wish, except to protect her. “About you”, he finished as if she hadn’t interrupted.
“Me?” Jack said with amusement, raising her brows.
This moment was as good as any to tell her the truth. She probably still wasn’t ready to face it, but time was against them, and she needed to know what was really going on. Riddick was enjoying seeing her smile and being happy for the first time in days and he hated to change that, but he had no other choice. He stood, going to her side. He kneeled in front of her and took one of her hands in his. How to explain to her that The Firm wanted her dead, and that this was the reason why he went looking for her. How did he make her believe that she was going to be safe with him, when he honestly didn’t know how to keep that promise.
“Jack”, he began, but had to stop once he felt his throat close. Jack looked at him, she could feel that something was bothering him. She laid a hand on his cheek and stroked gently. He screwed up his face and sighed heavily. Riddick thought for a second. Maybe a lie wouldn’t hurt her, but she would end up discovering the truth eventually. Riddick’s mind was in chaos and the beast within him was grumbling in its cage. No lies this time, he stated silently. “The Firm is coming after us. I don’t know why, but they want you dead, and I know that, because they sent me to kill you. We’re heading to Alhaur System, which is one of the most fucking dangerous places in the Galaxy, to hide for a few weeks while you heal up completely. I haven’t decided yet where we’re gonna land, but we have to, cause we need to refuel The Darkveil. I’m gonna complete your training, the one I began in New Mecca, and find a way to face the fucking Firm and avoid our death in the process”, he uttered without even breathing between sentences. No pretty lies. No stupid frills. Just the real, brutal, honest truth.
Jack remained silent, her face went pale and drops of sweat formed on her forehead. She dropped her hands and stood, going to the fridge. She pulled out a beer and turned around as she opened the can, taking a swig as if it was the most natural thing to do. Jack just stared at him while nonchalantly drinking her beer.
Riddick frowned. Maybe you’ve been too fucking honest with her. “You’re safe with me, baby”, he stood and went to her side. “I won’t let them kill you. I’ll figure out how to face them”, he growled as his hand stroked her arm up and down.
“Face them?” She echoed in a whisper, as she stared at something only she could see. Jack then raised her head and stared at her own reflection on his goggles. “Are you fucking nuts!” She yelled at him. Riddick released her and moved backward. “The Firm has men all over the fucking Galaxy. There’s no place where we can hide from them, Riddick”, her voice was full of sarcasm. “We’re already dead!” She muttered as she gulped the rest of her beer in one draught. “Want another?” She offered with a grin on her now pale lips as she raised up the empty can.
Riddick arched a brow and stared at her. Fucking great. Her memory is back, but she’s gone insane, he shook his head. “Look at me, Jack”, his deep voice was gentle. Jack raised her head. “Alhaur System is out of the commercial routes. It’s a fucking worthless place and The fucking Firm has no interest in it”, he growled as he pulled her to him. “We’re not fucking dead yet and we won’t be if you do what I tell you to do”, his voice was deadly serious as he stroked her back. Jack thought about Riddick’s words. The Firm sent him to kill me. We’re gonna land in a shit hole. He’s gonna train me to face the most dangerous army in the Galaxy. She felt as if the air had been knocked out of her lungs. She didn’t know if she wanted to cry, laugh, beat something, kick or scream. Two seconds later she made up her mind. Better to laugh, she had shed enough tears over the last five years. A moment later, Jack’s body began to shake and Riddick loosened his hold on her. His eyes went wide behind his goggles when he saw her face. Jack’s hysterical laughter boomed into the room. Yeah, Rick. Fucking insane, he thought. “Jack?” He asked with a concerned look.
Jack waved her hand in the air as she took a deep breath. Tears from laughing were running down her face. “But, … but, Riddick?”, she could finally speak, but she was still trying to breath normally. “Don’t get me wrong, man. But, I haven’t exactly spent the last five years training and staying in shape, ” she said as she wiped her face with her hands. “I don’t even know if I can remember what you taught me before”, her voice was now teary. “I’m just a fucking tag”, she pressed her face into his chest.
Riddick hugged her body and stroked her hair. At least she’s not insane. “You’re not a fucking tag, Jack. You never were and you won’t be one now. So don’t think that shit”, he put as much reassurance as he could into those words, and she noticed. She raised her head and looked up at him. “And I’m sure you didn’t forget what I taught you, kid. Because if you did”, he let go of her and headed to the door, hand in hand with her. “I’ll beat the shit out of you, Jack”, he warned her, pretending to be annoyed as he looked at her over his shoulder.
“Yeah, sure”, she said as she rolled her eyes. “You’ll beat the shit out of me even if I do remember that shit “, she scolded, grinning. Jack had forgotten how easily Riddick could make her smile; even if she was worried, frightened or pissed off.
They reached the training room and Jack gasped. “Wow!” She exclaimed. Riddick had all kinds of sophisticated equipment to work with. There was a punching bag hanging from the ceiling of the room. She entered and walked along the wall. On one of them there was a complete collection of shivs, guns, and all the different kinds of weapons you could dream about. “Shit, Riddick. You aren’t kidding”, she said as she stared at the arsenal he had with her eyes wide. “What have you been doing in my absence?” She narrowed her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest.
“Ok, Jackie girl”, he cleared his throat. “I’ll go easy on you now, cause you’re still healing”, he said as he took off his boots and began to warm up, purposely avoiding her question. Jack looked disappointed. She frowned even more when she looked at her clothes.
“Um, Riddick?” She asked, frowning. “My clothes aren’t, well…”, she trailed off. Riddick looked at her from head to toe. Jack writhing beneath me as I stroke her…. Riddick chuckled and shook his head trying to wipe away this last vision to pop into his head. His cold gaze was back in place. Jack frowned a little when she noticed how he was staring at her. She realized that he had looked at her in a similar way in the kitchen and before, when they were in the cockpit. She made a mental note to pay special attention to him when he stared at her in that way.
“It’ll work for now”, he growled as he pointed to a place next to him. “Come here, kid”, he ordered. Jack did what she was told and began to warm up with him, mimicking his movements.
“First push ups and sit-ups?” She asked, grinning.
“No time for that shit”, he said as he grabbed her hand and placed a shiv in her palm. Jack gave him a puzzled look. “First let’s find out what you remember. Later we’ll see.” He growled as he circled her.
“Are you kidding?”, she asked as looked down at her hand.
Riddick cracked the bones of his neck. “Take a look at me, kid. What do you think?” His face was cold and serious.
Jack shrugged her shoulders and tightened her grip around the shiv. She took a deep breath and focused her attention on him. Riddick watched her from behind his goggles. Jack’s breath was even, and her gaze focused. She held the shiv correctly and seemed to be waiting for him to make the first move, so he obliged. Riddick forced himself to move towards her slowly enough to give her time to figure out his move. He grinned slightly when she avoided his attack. Good, he thought.
Jack relaxed a bit. Riddick rushed her again, but faster than before. This time she avoided his attack, and almost cut him in the process. Her smile widened, and feeling confident, she rushed him. Big mistake. In two seconds she was laying on the floor on her stomach and Riddick was straddling her. “Shit, man”, she hissed. “I told you”, she muttered as she tried to get from under his body.
Riddick leaned on her. “First lesson, Jackie girl”, he whispered into her ear. “Stay focused. No matter what happens around you. Don’t lose your concentration”, he explained to her. Jack’s body tensed as she felt his hot breath on her skin. “Second lesson. Do. Not. Rush. A man twice your weight”, he set more of his weight onto her. Jack let out a small oomph. “From his front side”, he finished grinning.
Jack relaxed and thought about her options, on the other hand, she really didn’t have any. She was still a little weak, so maybe she could use that. Jack grinned and let out a hiss of pain. “Fuck, Riddick!”, she said through clenched teeth. Riddick’s eyes opened wide and he released her. What were you thinking, Rick, he scolded himself. She’s still healing, he reminded himself annoyed. This was a big mistake on his part. Jack used his momentary loss of concentration to kick him hard on the leg and made him overbalance. The movement took all her concentration. You bought it, big guy! She exclaimed to herself. Riddick fell onto one knee and Jack jumped to her feet as she pushed him with all her strength. They both fell to the floor. Jack straddled his hips and leaned over his now deadly serious face. Riddick went still, waiting for her next move, pretending, as always, to be overpowered by her. “You were saying what?” She asked innocently as she batted him on the chest.
Riddick’s laughter boomed, making Jack flinch. Too bad for her. Riddick overpowered her in two seconds, and now he was straddling her hips. “Not bad for someone who hasn’t trained in five years”, he said as he stood, offering his hand to her. Jack grabbed his hand hard and tried to pull him down to the floor with her. Too late. Riddick already raised her from the floor and pushed her against the wall. “Second lesson, Jackie girl”, he pressed his lips to her ear. “Learn from your mistakes”, his voice was sweetly grave as he pressed with his body, trapping Jack between the wall and himself.
Jack let out a whimper and struggled, trying to get out from under him. Riddick chuckled. “That’s not gonna happen, kid”, he teased as he grabbed both her wrists inside of one of his big palms and raised her arms over her head. At this point he wasn’t sure if this had been a good idea, but he couldn’t stop. Besides, what’s life without risk? “How are you planning to get out of this, baby?” His sensually deep voice echoed inside of Jack’s mind.
Jack closed her eyes and took a deep breath. A wild idea crossed her mind. She wasn’t a kid anymore; she was a woman. She could use that fact to her advantage. She couldn’t lose. Jack smiled an evil grin and slowly turned her head to one side. She licked her lips as she brushed them against his neck. Riddick tensed his body and let go of her as soon as he felt her lips and tongue on his skin. Jack’s devilish grin widened, but she couldn’t stop the flush that covered her face. “How about that?” She asked as she licked her lips again.
Riddick arched a brow as he tilted his head to one side. What the hell? He thought, trying to assimilate what had just happened. Be careful, Rick. She’s a woman now, even if you insist on denying that fact, he thought as he stared at her. “Not bad, Jackie girl”, he grinned. “Not bad at all”, he added as he shook his head. Jack flushed even more at his intense glare. Suddenly she felt naked in front of him. Shit, Jack. This worked the wrong way, she admitted nervously. She fought the urge to cover herself with her hands, even though she knew she was fully dressed. Riddick noticed her flush. Yeah, but you’re still Riddick, he reminded himself smirking. Grinning, he went to pick up his boots and headed toward the door. “Enough for today”, he finally said as headed toward the bedroom.
Jack didn’t move. Fuck, Jack. What were you thinking? She scolded herself silently. She bit her lower lip softly and remembered how he had kissed her. She frowned. It figured that Riddick would have to have a different reaction, didn’t it? But what, exactly? Jack didn’t know what to expect from him. First he was looking at her as if he wanted her, and later, as if she were just a little, frightened kid. What was she to him? Jack let out a heavy sigh. Wait a minute here, Jack, she argued with herself. The question is, what do you want to be for him? She asked as she headed toward their bedroom lost in thought.