HELLO BEAUTIFUL

by evilgrin on 28 Dec 2005, 17:16

::NINE::

I hate feeling rushed. Gotten to like the idea of spending a couple of days with you here. Nothing wrong with the ship, but even though I know you’re growing more comfortable with the idea of flying, I know it’s not really your element. We both felt we were being watched, over dinner, brought it up. I almost didn’t want to say anything at all, about the surveillance. No direct threat, so far, and, to be honest,I just didn’t want to leave yet.

Now, it’s just the wait. The hallway out there is dark already. We’re off the hallway, in a corridor leading out the back to the service tunnels. If they make a run for us, it’ll be here, most likely. We finish it quick, and then back through the tunnels to the ship, and we’re gone.

Don’t know how long we’ve got.

I always did hate the wait. I can feel your breath in my ear, and wish we had more time. I never thought I’d get to love flying, and maybe it’s not so much the flying I love, as never feeling rushed. You never really relax, when anyone else is around. The aggression never really leaves. In the air, with me alone, it’s different. You’re different.

“Next time, I say we just get room service.”

I can feel your grin, without even seeing it, without you saying a word. We slip further back down the accessway, your hand in my hair, pinning me against the wall. Your kiss still tastes of wine, and me, sweet and musky and enough to make me lose my head. One last kiss.

“They’re coming.”

We part, reluctantly, both taking a side of the accessway, and disappearing into the dark shadows, to wait.

~~~~
Vaughn is leading Davis down the corridor on the second deck. Davis is a devious bastard when it comes to women, and I don’t think he’d trust a thing any woman would ever say to him. His hatred makes it pretty easy to lead him, though, and Vaughn is doing just that. Arm around the shoulder, buddying him along.

I don’t know whether Vaughn intends to frag Davis himself, or if he intends to push him over Riddick’s path, but either way, Davis is already dead. He just doesn’t have the good sense to go lay down somewhere and be done with it.

I’m still hanging back. Still have no idea just how far I can trust Vaughn. Hell, isn’t a one of us that can trust the other. Fine trade you’ve picked for yourself, Granger. New mercs don’t give a shit about loyalty, as long as someone manages to get a payday, and that someone is them, they don’t care if their whole crew gets dusted. Hell, some of them even plan it that way. I might be seeing that right now.

Like I should really complain. When that look shot between Vaughn and me, we both knew Davis wasn’t coming back. I don’t think it was about money though. Even with Vaughn. Some lines you just don’t cross, and Davis crossed a big god damned line, talking about raping that girl, if we caught her. You don’t rape a man’s woman right in front of him, no matter who the guy is, even if the guy is Riddick, and you’ve hated him for what feels like your whole life.

Vaughn has Davis stopped at a break in the dim hallway, an accessway to the tunnels that run throughout the ship. Stands still for a moment, head turned to the side. He’s caught something. Pointing. Looks like he’s telling Davis to go down the corridor, and that Vaughn will circle around the other way.

Davis stands, at the edge of the corridor, watching Vaughn walk the short way, pausing before the door to the room Riddick and his girl just came from. Davis looks to me, standing just down the hall from him, against the wall, gun in my hand, but hidden from sight, in the front of my jacket. Yeah, sure, we’ve got your back, you sorry stupid bastard. Davis enters the corridor, pulling a knife, and his mouth starts flapping. Davis, always with the talk. It’ll get you killed one day, son.

~~

“I know you’re here, bitch, I can smell you. Why not come out and feel what’s it’s like to get fucked by a real man.”

I can feel you tense, ready to spring, your eyes flicker back to me, as I gesture for you to wait, feel your low growl, a vibration in the air, inaudible.

I step out, into the dim light of the corridor, without saying a word, slowly walking backwards, almost enticing the intruder to follow me, back, towards the dark service tunnels.