Chapter 21. I see Bunnies
Jack took off her coat and collapsed on the bed, thinking about Riddick; about that kid scared shitless of sleeping because of his dreams. Death and blood. That kid was too similar to her. She had been scared to death by her own dreams after T2. Each and every night she had had nightmares, remembering those who had died on that forsaken planet. Jack had never seen so many people die in front of her. She thought how useless she had felt because she was just a kid. For weeks afterward she had felt guilty; after all, she had survived that planet while the Imam’s kid had died there. Jack closed her eyes and forced her tears back, remembering Shazza, Fry, Ali and the other HG survivors. Those memories were still too painful.
Jack rolled to one side and grabbed the pillow, thinking about those horrible creatures. She remembered how some nights she had woken up screaming, because she could hear their chilling cries surrounding her. Only Riddick could protect her from them. Only his hands caressing her back, and his deep voice murmuring against her head, could soothe her. Jack let out a small whimper as tears were shed; thinking about the first night after Riddick had left her. In her dream, she had been screaming. The creature had cut her and Riddick never went back to save her. She could almost hear Riddick’s laughter as he watched, while she fell into the clutches of the alien; stared and laughed, while the creature stabbed her over, and over. Jack shut her eyes tightly and clenched her hands into fists. She had been so scared, not even Imam could calm her. She had tried to stay awake as much as possible, only to succumb to exhaustion, where she would continue to dream about those hammerheads. Jack had had to fight her nightmares alone because he wasn’t there to kill them. You’re gonna pay for that Riddick, she said to herself as she climbed off the bed.
Jack wiped away her tears and put the bags on the mattress, searching inside one of them. Jack had learned long ago that pain would be a part of her life, so she needed to push it aside and get on with it. As much as she wanted to cry for those that had lost their lives back then, she had business to deal with. She went to the drawers and pulled out a pair of panties that she had never worn before. Danielle had bought them for her as a birthday gift, but she had never felt brave enough to wear them. Jack raised them up and grinned. Audrey was too shy to wear this shit, but hey! This is Jack we’re talking about, she said silently and headed to the bathroom, a devilish smile playing on her lips. She planned her next step carefully, as she let the warm stream of water pour down her slim body, relaxing her muscles. She dressed in the outfit that said “fuck me” and her new panties. Jack looked down at herself, took a deep breath, and went in search of Riddick. Second round, big guy, she thought as she walked slowly down the hallway.
Riddick was abruptly brought back to reality as soon as Jack crossed in front of him on her way to the kitchen. He narrowed his eyes as he made himself comfortable on the couch. Jack’s brunette hair was loose and wet, falling over her shoulders. She had on a sleeveless, dark green dress. It came to rest above the middle of her thighs, revealing every slight curve, in the right place. It also had a low neckline which almost showed her breasts. The dress clung to her, he could tell she had on extra small panties, no bra; to top it off, she was in her bare feet. Riddick wished with all his soul to be lucky enough, just for once in his fucking life, and that her panties weren’t the ones with the fucking, little bunnies. Too bad for him. Jack bent over in front of him, pretending to look at something on the floor that only she could see. Riddick’s breath caught as soon as those bunnies smiled at him. Oh, fuck man. Kill the asshole that sold her those fucking panties, he growled frustrated. He wasn’t a lucky man, after all.“Fuck, Jack. Can’t think if you keep this up.” He said as he looked at her from head to toe.
Yeah Riddick. Let’s play. “Keep what up, exactly?” She asked innocently, pretending to not notice the meaning of his words. She put her hands on her hips, looking directly to his eyes.
Riddick frowned. Fuck, Rick. That wasn’t the smartest move, asshole. He scolded himself as he realized he had spoken aloud. Jack arched a brow, waiting. Yeah, woman. I’m thinking. Give me a fucking minute here, shit. He thought silently. Riddick tried to come up with one of his so smartass answers. Nothing. It was impossible for him to look away from her long, slim, sexy legs, or get rid of the visions that popped in his mind mercilessly. So, after a moment, he gave up. You’re fucked, Rick, he scolded. “That.” He growled, pointing with a finger directly to her short dress.
Jack looked down at her dress and then at him. “That, it’s called a dress, Riddick.” She said to him. “And it’s nothing to do with your thoughts, is it?” She asked with a hint of pleasure in her sweet voice. Riddick cleared his throat and swallowed hard; it seemed that his mouth was full of saliva. “You better get use to it, big guy. Cause you’re gonna see a lot of that from now own.” She explained to him as she crossed her arms over her chest.
Riddick chuckled and arched a brow. “Are you sure of that?” He asked smirking. He wasn’t complaining, but he seriously doubted that he would be able to keep his hands off her and his little friend in his pants.
“Very sure.” She retorted, almost in a whisper. Jack moved forward until she was right in front of his knees. She then bent over slightly and took the bottle out of his hand, taking a mouthfull of the amber liquor. She shut her eyes and her face scrunched as the burning liquid went down her throat. “Yeah. JD.” She said as she deliberately licked her lips slowly, relishing the taste of it. “I could get use to this shit.” She said as she shivered.
Riddick’s neck’s muscles flexed as he tightened his jaw. He could easily picture Jack and her lips clutched to another place, located on his body. Jack watched him, he seemed to be out of it for a minute. She frowned and cleared her throat. Riddick shook his head slightly and looked her up and down, gazing along her endless legs with his silver eyes. Fuck with her mind, Rick, his voice sounded inside of his brain. That always worked before, he added silently, grinning. “Careful, kid. JD’s a drink for real bitches.” He teased in his sensual deep growl.
“Well if that’s true, I should introduce myself again, shouldn’t I?” She asked as she bent in front of him and put the bottle back on the table beside the couch. She made sure that her little bunnies flashed at Riddick once again.
All of Riddick’s muscles tensed at the same time. He then locked eyes with her. “And who are you these days, huh, kid? Audrey? Jack? Or is there another annoying brat in there?” He teased as he moved his hand up and down in the air at her body.
Fuck you Riddick, she retorted silently as a big smile, that didn’t reach her eyes, appeared on her lips. She then bent one last time and rested one hand on his knee, making Riddick knit his brow. His body tensed even more, if that was possible at this point, as soon as the soft, pale skin between her breasts flashed him. She then dropped her voice to an impossibly sensual purr. “Jack B. Badd, readyandabletobeattheshitoutofyou and a real bitch.” She whispered, grinning as she punched his jaw with all her strength. She then turned around to run out of the room. Jack forgot for a second that it was Riddick who she was dealing with.
Riddick’s head turned slightly from the hard, unexpected impact. About fucking time, Jack! He cried out in his mind, amused. He then pulled her to him with such force that Jack lost her balance and fell onto him. He couldn’t help but feel proud of her; his inner beast roared in appreciation, even if she actually had hurt him just a bit with her punch. He didn’t give a shit, though. In two seconds, Riddick was on top of her as he grabbed her wrists with his hands. “Are you done yet, kid?” He teased as he tightened his grip on her.
Jack struggled to get away, even though she knew that it was impossible. “Yeah, I’m very happy.” She hissed through clenched teeth as she struggled even harder, making her short dress raise more, showing her panties completely. “But I’m not done yet.” She added still trying to get him to let go, feeling more annoyed at herself with every second that passed. This wasn’t part of her plan. “Let me go, Riddick!” She cried out fully annoyed.
Riddick had her exactly where he wanted her, and he was very much enjoying the sudden change of events. “Nobody told you not to tease and beat a dangerous killer, Jack?” He asked as he pressed his body against hers.
“Fuck you!” She retorted. “Let me the fuck go, Riddick or I swear to you…”
“What, Jack?” He retorted as he cut her off. “What you gonna do, huh, kid?” He grinned now full of pride concerning her. At least his Jack was back. A sexy, hot and very pissed off Jack actually. “Are you gonna beat the shit out of me?” He teased her as he pulled her hands above her head and rested them on the couch. “And how are you plannin’ to do that, huh?” He asked lowering his voice. “Cause, you see, I’m diein’ to know, Jackie girl.” He whispered against her neck, as he buried his nose in her scent. Mmmm, vanilla, he grunted.
Jack went motionless and locked eyes with him. “I’m not the skinny, frightened little girl you remember!” She hissed, her voice full of anger. “I’m not afraid of you, Riddick.” She added as she tried again to get loose.
Riddick smirked and pressed his lips on her ear. “You should, Jack. You’re not a kid anymore, you’re a woman now and I’m a man.” He whispered as he set some of his weight on her. Jack gasped as a new sensation spread through her body. Riddick’s body tensed when he felt her breast, through the thin fabric of her dress, pressing against his chest. Jack shut her eyes and felt tears of anger rising. She felt her body responding unwillingly under his weight and cursed herself. She could feel his groin pressing into her thigh. Riddick grinned as soon as he smelled her arousal. “You sure you want to play this game?” He flashed a devilish grin. “You up to the challenge? Cause I’m not a little boy, you know?”
He was rock hard and she could felt him against her skin. She took a deep breath and forced her tears back. “If you’re gonna fuck me, you better hurry up, cause I’m hungry.” She said coldly as she went completely limp under him. At her words Riddick froze completely, every muscle going rigid. She watched in surprise as his face turned red with rage and a vein pounded on his forehead. Riddick rolled to his knees and stared at her as if she had sprouted a third eye. Jack’s tears froze up and she swallowed hard. “Just inform me when you’re done.” She added as she turned her head to one side, closing her eyes.
What the fuck, Jack? Riddick jumped to his feet and stormed out of the room, grunting. Jack took a deep breath and kept her eyes shut. This definitely hadn’t been a good idea. She grabbed a cushion and held it to her chest. She knew it had been five years, but she couldn’t help it. She still had those feelings inside of her, the love and the hurt, and the anger. And that anger was consuming her slowly, eating her alive. She felt frustrated and ashamed. Jack couldn’t believe that her body had betrayed her. She began to cry softly. Riddick stopped dead when heard her sniffling. Fuck, Rick. He shut his eyes and sighed a heavy breath as he leaned against the wall. How many more times are you gonna make her cry, asshole? Riddick couldn’t believe she had acted that way with him. . He knew that all that anger and sorrow was still in her heart and soul, but he was tired of playing at being the older brother. Shit, Jack. You’re killing me.
She was sobbing soundly when heard The Darkveil’s ramp slide open with a metallic hiss. A few seconds later it closed and locked. She rolled to one side and curved herself into a ball, letting her tears run free.
Riddick took a seat in a far corner of the bar. The waitress came as soon as she saw him.
“What’s it gonna be, sweetheart?” She asked as she stared at him.
“JD.” He answered without looking at her.
The girl marked it on her small comp and let out a sigh. Riddick slowly raised his head and looked at her. She smiled at him, thinking that maybe there was hope there after all, and went to get his drink. A moment later she returned and took a seat.
“I’ll be out of here in two hours.” She said as she put a hand on his knee. Riddick knit his brow and stared at her from behind his goggles, she gasped when she felt his intense gaze. He then slowly looked down at his knee, where she still had her hand. Looking back up, he removed his goggles and continued to stare at her. She shuddered and removed her hand, but didn’t move from the chair. Riddick looked at her again as he grunted, his beast beast was quite annoyed with this female, it didn’t want to have anything do with her, it wanted Jack. Riddick let her see this as he stared at her. She gasped, frightened, then stood and headed for the bar as quickly as she could.
Riddick looked around, not really seeing what was there. He was a serial killer, a dangerous murderer and he was used to dealing with danger. He took a mouthfull of his drink, put his goggles back over his eyes and shut them. Jack was the most dangerous thing around for him. He had no other choice but admit to himself that he was scared of her. He chuckled at his own thought. Richard B. Riddick was scared shitless of a twenty year old woman; a woman with more balls than many men he had met in his life. She had learned how to mess with his mind and she wasn’t afraid of him now. Come to think of it, she never had been afraid of him, at all. She was probably the only person around that wasn’t scared to death of him.
Jack was stronger than he was, and that fact, made him realize that he was trapped, with no way out. What was really funny, was that she didn’t realize it. She was oblivious to that universal truth. He thought about how ironic his situation had become. The best within him snarled at that thought as it continued to pace its cage, agitated. Jack should be harmless, she looked it. But her weapons were more destructive than his favourite shiv. She could kill him with her gentleness and her innocence; with her smile and her eyes; with her soul and her heart. And at the same time, she was the only one to make him return to life with those exact same weapons.
Riddick tightened his jaw and grinned. Who knew that she had such force in those fists? He chuckled, gulping the rest of his drink in one shot. He stood and headed toward the door, headed back to the space port. He had left her alone too long already.
Jack had cried herself to sleep on the couch, and now Riddick stood beside her and watched her. Her face was stained with dry tears, and Riddick felt his heart being squeezed. This had been his fault, always his fault. She had been living in hell for five years because of him. He should have known what was going to happen if he was half as smart as the rest of the universe thought he was. Riddick lifted her from the couch and carried her to the bedroom. Jack let out a small whimper and got comfortable in his arms. He looked down at her and sighed heavily.
Once in the bedroom, Riddick laid her gently on the mattress before taking a seat against the wall at the side of the bed. He rested his arms on his knees, looking at her in complete silence. Jack stirred and opened her eyes. She blinked away her dream and looked around. After a moment she spotted him sitting on the floor and stared at him.
Riddick let out a heavy sigh. Jack cleaned her eyes roughly with the back of her hand and sat up. She took a deep breath and began to speak. “You abandoned me and left me without a second thought. You forget me and left me on my own.” She felt how her sorrow was overpowered by her anger and dug her nails into her palm. “Five years later, you go and come back for me. Then you knock me out, drugging me. And as if that weren’t enough, you kidnap me, making me leave the only person who’s givin’ a shit about me for the last five years. Then, then you treat me as if nothing has happened since the day you discarded me from your fucking life.” She said, forcing her angry tears back.
Riddick snapped his eyes open and looked at her directly. “I know I left you, but I had no other choice, Jack.” He said calmly. “It was dangerous for you to stick around me. Back then you were just an innocent kid and you didn’t know where you were headed following me.” He continued in his deep voice. “I thought it was the best thing to do, and even now, I’m sure that I made the right decision.” He explained to her as he leaned his head back and stared at the ceiling. I needed to keep you away from me, and I still need it, Jack.
She then began to scream. “The fuck it was, Riddick! You’re nothing more than a selfish bastard!. You’ve been thinking in my place, for me, taking your own decisions, even when it wasn’t your fucking business, Riddick!” Jack took a deep breath and lowered her voice. She needed to regain control of herself. There were many things to say, and she didn’t want to leave any of them out. “Don’t you see? You’ve always treated me as a fucking pawn in your sick game. Always bossing me around, ordering me, using me like a lame excuse to make yourself feel better. What am I to you, big guy? A pet?” At this point she climbed out the bed. That’s not true, Jack, Riddick retorted silently as he growled, feeling his anger rising. “You’ve been lying to yourself if you think that you’ve been doing this because you were thinking of my fucking own good!” She felt her throat close and took a deep breath, standing in front of him. Her face was contorted with anger and pain.
Riddick understood that he had to let her talk, but she was killing him without noticing. You don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about, kid, he suspected that the worst was coming, and he didn’t want to hear it. “I did what I did cause it was the fucking right thing to do, and no matter what the fuck I say or do now, I can’t change the fucking past!” He grunted, getting annoyed as he stood up himself. “Like I told you in Thalion. I wasn’t begging your fucking pardon, I was saving your fucking life kid!” He moved forward untill they were toe to toe. “If I would had known that you were gonna act like a real bit-” Riddick cut himself off, he needed desperately to regain control of this situation. It was growing worse and worse with every second that passed. He was now controlling his own anger.
Jack growled, frustrated and annoyed. He wasn’t listening at her. Jack needed to exorcise those demons that had been living inside of her soul for five years. Those demons were currently burning all her hopes and dreams like liquid fire. “You’re a heartless bastard, Riddick!” She shouted at him. “You thought, you wanted, you needed, you, you, you and always you!” She yelled fully annoyed as she felt angry tears threatening to appear again, but forced them back. She was determined to tell him those things, and damn it all if she was going to let the opportunity pass. “What about me, Riddick! What about what I wanted or needed! What about my feelings! Did you think about me for a minute, the night you left Riddick!” Her words were pure poison to him. Riddick closed his hands into fists with such force that his knuckles turned white. His inner beast roared with rage, ready to break its cage. “Have you ever thought, just for once during all these fucking five years, about me?” He was stunned by her little speech. He had suspected that she was full of rancour against himself, but never thought that she would say those things to him. How much longer was she going to bring that shit up? For fuck’s sake! However, it had been five years since he had left her.
Riddick locked eyes with her, the silver flashing dangerously. “I’ve been thinking about you since the very first time I saw you, Jack.” He growled through clenched teeth. “I’ve been thinking about you every fucking day since I left you, Jack.” He could feel her anger and felt overwhelmed by thoughts and feelings. For a second, he wanted to hurt her as much as she was hurting him, so he spoke without thinking. “If you want to blame me for your pathetic excuse for a life, fine by me. Do it. I don’t give a rat’s ass!” He growled, grabbing her arms as Jack gasped, for a second she saw his inner beast through his eyes.. “You’re playing a dangerous game, kid. You’re not gonna bitch me around. I’m tired of this shit. We’re gonna stick together, even if you like it or not. So you better get over that shit, and do it fast. Or you life will be fucking hell.” He snarled at her.
Jack went speechless, then raised her arms and released herself from his grip. “I hate you, you bastard!” She hissed through clenched teeth, her voice full of bitterness. As soon as her words left her mouth, Riddick felt his heart stop dead. Jack rubbed her arms up and down. A few bruises were starting to form. He looked at them and frowned slightly when he noticed it. That’s your fault. You did that to her, filling with rage against himself. “I never thought that I would say this to you, but once again I was just a stupid child with a fucking crush. I hate you, Riddick. I hate you more than I ever thought I could hate someone.” Her sorrow was screaming in her voice. “And believe me, I’ve been hating a lot of bastards, but you are far worse the rest of them.” She finished as she tried to punch him again, but missed.
Riddick grabbed her wrist as pulled her to him. “There’s a lot of people ahead of you, so take a fucking number and wait in the fucking line.” he growled as he tightened his grip. “Don’t play with me, Jack. You’re not gonna win. I’m not your fucking toy. If you want one to play with, move your fucking ass and find one. But don’t you dare treat me as if I’m your excuse to stay stuck in the past. Be a woman and move on.” His voice was cold, his face hard, showing no emotion. Jack struggled to release herself and Riddick let her go.
Jack felt as if he had slapped her. She turned around and ran to the bathroom. “I HATE YOU!” She cried out at the top of her lungs as she slammed the door behind her and collapsed on the floor.
“Fuck!” He roared as he punched the wall with inhuman strength. He shut his eyes and rubbed his jaw, frowning. Riddick felt his soul stabbed with her words and cursed himself silently.
Jack grabbed her head as she cursed herself silently for such a lame attempt on her part to hurt him. I should have known that Riddick didn’t give a shit about feelings, she said to herself. Face it, Jack. He doesn’t give a shit about you either. You’re just a spoiled little child to him, and now you’re acting like one, she though as sighed deeply. Silent tears were falling down her shut her eyes tightly and took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. Jack punched the floor with her already injured hand. “Fuck!” She cried out as she rubbed her hand.
Riddick knew that her words had hurt him more than she could have imagined. Jack had thrown all her anger and pain at him, and Riddick felt his heart ache. He was sure that she meant each and every word that had spat out from her sensual lips. He sat on the bed and put his elbows on his knees. He had told her horrible things. He wanted the old Jack back, with her mind all grown up and her body sexy as hell. Even he knew that that wish wouldn’t be granted. He couldn’t help it. Riddick wanted Jack. Yeah, Rick. You better move your fucking ass right now, or you’ll lose her forever, he said to himself as he stood and went in search of her.
Riddick stopped just a few inches from the door to the bathroom. Come on, Rick. Be a fucking man. Tell her. Face it brother, since the first time you saw how her eyes looked at you, the way only she could. The first time she smiled at you, he told himself. Riddick then thought about her beautiful, green eyes, looking at him and her smile. He grinned lost in thought. Then he remembered his last dream, or should it be better to say his nightmare. He frowned at the sudden change of his thoughts. No way. No fucking way. I’ve dreamt about this before. I won’t do that. It just can’t be, he said silently. Even though he knew that he had to leave her alone, he couldn’t move away from her. He rubbed his chin and slid to the floor with his back pressed to the wall. Riddick leaned his head back and closed his eyes. Fuck, Jack. I’m falling apart.
Jack leaned her head against the door and closed her eyes, lost in her own thoughts; feeling the anger drain away. She cursed silently; she had never been able to stay angry with him, no matter how badly he treated her, or how much he pissed her off. Why can’t I hate him? she asked silently. Cause you love him, Jack, was her own answer. You always have, she frowned at her last words and remembered Imam’s words. “…Mr. Riddick has done probably horrible things in his past, but now he has changed and wanted to make things right, even if that means that he had to leave the only thing that he has loved in all his life …” Jack recalled the meaning of those words and thought about Riddick’s previous words, “I’ve been thinking about you since the very first time I saw you, Jack… I’ve been thinking about you every fucking day since I left you, Jack.” And her eyes went wide. She cleaned her tears as she stood, opening the door.
Jack found Riddick sitting on the floor with his back pressed against the wall and his legs extended in front of him. She felt tension radiating from him, “Riddick?” She said softly, almost in a whisper.
Riddick looked up at her as he offered his hand to her. She took his hand and locked eyes with him. Jack’s own eyes were wide. She saw how his eyes were shinning in the dim light of the hallway. This wasn’t a cold blank gaze, but she couldn’t place what was showing in his eyes at that very moment, until realization dawned. She had hurt him. For the very first time since they had met, she had actually hurt him and badly. Jack felt as if her heart had been ripped apart. She swallowed hard as she cleared her throat. “I don’t hate you Riddick.” Her voice was just a whisper.
“I know that, Jack.” He said in his deep, sensual tone. “Come here, kid.” He said as he pulled her gently to him .
She didn’t think twice and sat on top of him, straddling his hips. Riddick’s body tensed immediately when felt her body pressed against him, then relaxed. A moment later, she noticed his arms circling her waist as a deep breath was let out his lips. Jack then circled his torso with her arms and rested her cheek on his shoulder. Riddick lifted a hand and stroked her wet hair gently. Jack closed her eyes and relaxed in his massive arms.
“I didn’t mean to hurt you, kid.” He continued as he stroked her back. “You’re not a pawn. I didn’t thing about your feelings; that’s true, but back then my concern was your safety. Now I see I was wrong.” He sighed deeply and closed his eyes. “I’ve been thinking about you all the time, Jack.” He said as stroke her hair.
Jack was tired of this game and her obsession during the last day to pay him back. There had been too much pain and sorrow. She wanted to be happy again, and that would only be possible with him in her life. Jack let out a deep breath. “I’ve been living a nightmare during the last five years, Riddick. I’m tired of feeling pain and anger.” Her voice was hoarse after her shouting. “I said those things because I wanted to hurt you as much as you were hurting me.” She admitted, feeling as if a heavy stone had been raised from her shoulders.
Riddick sighed deeply and closed his eyes. “Jack, I wanted to go back for you, but…” He cut himself off. After a long moment he grunted and plunged ahead. “I never stopped thinking about you, Jack. Not for one day.” He said as he kissed her cheek softly.
Jack lifted her head to look at him. As soon as their eyes were locked, Jack flushed slightly, and Riddick noticed. This caused a grin to grace his lips. They went silent, staring at each other eyes. Time stopped around them. It wasn’t the first time that this had happened since they had met again, but it was the first time that neither of them moved a muscle for a long moment. They remained in complete silence, just looking at each other. Jack seemed lost in his mercurial gaze. She remembered what had happened the last time they were looking each other like this. Riddick kissed her. A shiver crossed her back and she flushed even more. Riddick noticed it, but he was lost on his own thoughts. He was busy trying to get rid of visions of Jack; her long legs and her extra small panties. He cursed himself silently. This wasn’t the best time for that kind of thought. Jack’s scent wasn’t helping him at all. Riddick felt overwhelmed with her presence on top of him.
Jack made herself more comfortable and then suddenly she froze. Her heart skipped for a second in time with her breath. She noticed Riddick’s hardness pressing her thigh and swallowed hard. “Riddick?” She asked softly.
“Huh?” He asked, mesmerized by the brightness of her eyes. He knew a long moment ago that he had lost his up close and personal battle against the bunnies, so he had relaxed a bit and was now playing with them in his mind.
Jack knew full well what was happening, but she couldn’t resist the temptation of messing with Riddick’s head. After all, that had always been Riddick’s favourite game, but linked with her, so now it was her turn. She cleared her throat. “What’s that?” She asked hesitantly, but grinned.
Riddick frowned. “What’s what, Jack?” was his answer. He had been eaten alive by the sparkle of her green eyes and was so lost in their colour, that for a second he didn’t know what she was talking about.
Jack pressed down with her body and felt it again. Riddick tensed immediately. Now he knew what she was talking about. “That.” She couldn’t help but giggle .
Riddick’s lips curved into a devilish grin. “You tell me. Last time I checked, women wore silk and shit like that.” His eyes flashed a with a slight trace of lust. “Those fucking little bunnies are driving me crazy.” He growled as he shifted his position under her body.
Jack’s laugh echoed in the hallway. “I didn’t know you liked silk and shit like that.” She teased as she pressed down a little more. “And, I’m not like other women.” She added in a whisper , almost purring.
Riddick let out a hiss. Jesus, Jack. You’re killing me, girl, he thought as a deep groan escaped his lips. His inner beast grumbled in excitement. Fuck, Rick. If you want her, go and get her, his own voice scolded to himself. Riddick grabbed her waist and moved her a little forward, until she was sitting on top of that. Jack gasped in surprise when she felt his hands on her. Her body automatically tensed for a second; an uncontrolled shiver crossing her spine, but she didn’t move a bit. She had been dreaming for a long time about those hands, since she was fifteen; and a few days ago, he had made sure with his words that those damned dreams began again.
“You can be fucking sure of that, babe.” He growled sensually as he leaned slightly forward until his lips pressed against her ear. Jack giggled as she felt his warm breath on her skin, causing a completely new sensation to spread in her belly and ending in a more sensitive spot. The beast within Riddick roared as soon as he was surrounded with Jack’s scent of arousal. In response, Riddick let out a deep growl that sent a new wave of ticklish sensations through Jack’s body. “Don’t get me wrong, Jack I like your new clothes, but right now, I’d prefer you out of them.” He whispered as he nibbled her ear lobe.
A strong shiver crossed her body from head to toe as soon as his teeth bit her ear. Jack closed her eyes; she was full of a ticklish sensation; like thousands of butterflies were fluttering wildly along her body. She had never felt something like this before. The new sensation made her moan softly when she felt it run down her back and between her legs. Riddick grinned when he sensed the sudden change on her scent. With his tongue, he traced her jaw line and back down her neck, brushing her skin with his lips all the way down; as his hands slid up along her sides with a slow caress. His lips were still locked on her throat, but his hands were now stroking her legs and hips, sliding up to her abdomen. A new moan escaped her mouth as he let out a groan that rumbled in her chest. Jack tilted her head back a bit, to give him more access, as his hands came up to push the straps of her new dress off her shoulders. Riddick’s lips were busy continuing their exploration, licking and nibbling at her more than welcome skin, along her collarbone and shoulders. His fingertips lightly brushed her dress on their way up to her breast. Jack let out a small hiss of pleasure when she felt Riddick’s finger teasing her nipples through the fabric of her dress, turning them into hard peaks. Riddick froze.
“I shouldn’t be doing this, Jack.” He murmured against her skin. As soon as his words left his mouth, Jack’s eyes snapped open.
“Why? I wasn’t complaining.” She said as she lifted her hands to his shoulders. “I know you want this, so do I.” She added, stroking all the way down his massive arms to his hands, that were frozen on her breast.
“You have no idea what are you asking for, babe.” He explained to her, but his hands betrayed his words, because he began to tease her breast again.
Jack’s eyes went wide at the sound of his words, but were closed again as soon as his hands continued stroking her. She then carried a hand to his neck and the other to his cheek, and stroked him gently. “Let me make my own decision Riddick. Just for once.” She said softly and brought her lips to his.
Riddick parted her lips with his own as his tongue slid through them, exploring and tasting her. His hands were caressing her thighs, up and down, with a smooth rhythm, making her soft hair raise all at once. A few seconds later, her own tongue slid into his mouth. They were lost in that kiss for what seemed an eternity. This kiss wasn’t the same as the previous one, after her seizure. A moment later their tongues were fighting for supremacy. Finally, Riddick let go of her mouth, but didn’t move away. They were gasping for air as he pressed his forehead against hers. He frowned and held still as he thought about her past. He didn’t want to fuck this up. Jack wasn’t a slut. Fuck, Rick. She wants you, man. He told himself. Riddick took a deep breath and locked eyes with her. “Do you mind if we move to the bedroom?” He asked, not sure if that would be a good idea at this point. He didn’t know how she would react in this situation, considering her past.
“About fucking time, big guy!” was her answer as a big smile appeared on her now bruised lips.
Riddick’s hard laugh echoed around them. “That’s my girl!” He said as he winked at her. He then picked her up and headed toward the bedroom. Jack had wrapped herself around his waist like a monkey and smiled into his neck on their way, brushing his throat with her lips. Yes Riddick. I’m yours, she added silently, smiling.