I must disclaim that I own not one thing that seems familiar to you, I only own Jo and the imaginary apartment that I want one day.

*Sings* Cha cha cha changes! Cha cha Change cha change cha cha cha changes!

So I wrote this story, almost 7 years ago. And then I left it, well I recently went back and re-read it and... well you ever have that moment where you're like woah I was not as good a writer as I thought. I mean I definitely switched from third person to first in the middle of the story so I have gone through made some changes fixed as many awful grammar and spelling errors as I could.

So if you've got this on ALERT I hope you enjoy re-reading it with the changes, if you're new to this story I hope you like it. I will be sticking up several chapters at once.

She stepped out of the bar and wrapped her long, silver jacket around her. Once again she had gone to work and forgotten to bring spare clothes which in her line was not a good thing, but she made do. She was a dancer, exotic, at the local night club Rave. She was one of the top acts thanks to her limber body. She had been an excellent ballerina; funny how things had turned out. She held the coat tight so no prying eyes could see her red flame bra with fuzzy black panties on top of her fish net hose. She always felt sexy in her outfit, but it was for her and only those willing to dish out the money to see, she wasn't up for any free rides. It was wet outside must have rained all night and there was still a light drizzle. She turned the corner to her apartments. She had made it with no mishaps yet, maybe this would be a good night. Ahh finally made it to loft apartment 2545, the shabby rundowns of Josi Parker. It was an ok living condition the apartment was big and it was pretty much tucked away, so she rarely had unwanted visitors. Tonight was going to be different.

Jo had just put her bag down when she heard a soft thunk come from somewhere outside. She grabbed her 9 mil from the drawer where she kept it. She had it raised in front of her as she walked toward her windows, the ones that led to the fire escape. She opened up one window, and a large hulking figure in a cloak appeared in front of her. She put both hands on her gun; finger on the trigger then the hood of the cloak fell back. She stepped back and lowered her gun.

"Aren't you a sight for sore eyes? Well well well Riddick, what can I do for you?"

Richard B. Riddick crawled through the window; lucky for him she had finally gotten some bigger windows. He would have crawled through anyway even if it meant breaking down a frame. "Hello Jo, I see you still have your gun"

"I would never get rid of her, an old friend gave it too me" She patted the gun proudly and winked at him. "She protects me; anyways I thought you were long gone."

"I was around the system and I thought I'd drop by see a friend, get in touch. That was a nice outfit by the way; good to see your ballet skills aren't going to waste, well not in a sense."

"You were at the club" Riddick nodded. "Well good to know you liked it. Are you staying the night or just a quick eat and run?"

"If you have an extra bed I'll stay"

"I have a couch, now come on you smell horrible"

"The couch Jo, cmon you can't have become shy after all these years"

"You left boy, that demotes you to the couch, now take a bath or you're getting the floor" She knew Riddick hated being called boy. He had hated it when they were kids and he was a boy and he hated it even more now. He glared at her then followed her.

She led him to her bathroom where she had a pretty large tub; it was the one thing she had splurged on when she had moved. Her tub was 3ft deep, and was built so you could lean back and soak. She turned on the hot water and let Riddick change and get in. Once he was in she came back with a bar of soap. She was about to leave when he grabbed her hand, gently but enough so she wouldn't get away.

"You gonna join me Jo it'd be a shame to waste this much space, and you always were the one wanting to conserve water."

Jo took a moment to think it over, she hadn't seen Riddick in a long time, they had grown up together; she had been there when he had first killed, but she'd never seen him as a killer just someone who'd always done what they had to, to survive. She hadn't seen him since some of his more seedy accusations, but her mind told her what the hell he's still your Riddick.

"I'll come in only if it's a bubble bath" Riddick agreed so she grabbed some of her vanilla bubble wash and poured a generous amount in the tub, soon the bubbles had covered the surface of the water. She stood in front of the tub and decided to give Riddick a show. She slowly pulled her panties down her legs, stepped out of them and then rolled her fishnets down after them. She stood up straight and turned around showing off her toned ass, she heard Riddick give a small growl. She undid the clasp to her bra and tossed it to the side, and then she undid her bobby pins and let her long brown hair fall around her back. She turned back around and headed slowly to the tub. She made Riddick lean forward and she slid in behind him.

"You comfortable?" She asked in a breathy tone. Riddick slid down a few inches and rested his head between her breasts.

"Extremely"

Jo took her wash clothes and lathered it with soap, then she began rubbing down Riddick's torso. She stroked the cloth over each peck and around his nipples. She went lower and moved back and forth across his abdomen, she loved the feel of his six-pack underneath her fingers. She dropped the cloth and traced the lines of his muscles with her nails. He had begun to rub his hands along her thighs and was moving his thumbs around the sides of her knees. He squeezed her knees suddenly, when he felt small fingers stroking down the length of his penis. He couldn't see her hands through the bubbles, but he could feel when she wrapped her palm around him and began to stroke up and down. Then Jo shifted around to the front and took one big breath, and was out of site under the bubbles. Riddick leaned back comfortably as he felt Jo take him all the way in. Jo pulled back and grazed Riddick with her teeth which caused him to harden more and grab the sides of the tubs. She swirled her tongue around the tip of his head, and then she felt her self being pulled out of the water. Riddick lifted her up and sat her down on his lap. She could feel his erection pressed between her legs. She wiped the water off her face and captured Riddicks lips with her own. He opened to her and their tongues dueled for power. She started moving her hands across his broad shoulders and down his firm back. Riddick placed his large hands around her small ass and began to knead the skin he found there. Jo let out a low groan and ran her finger nails down Riddicks torso he hissed in pleasure then lifted her by the waist so he could place kisses along her collar-bone. Then he slid down and took one perky nipple in his mouth as he massaged the other with one hand. He then switched mouth and hand and bit at her nipple. She gasped and grabbed the back of his neck. Riddick let his hand slide down to the v in her legs, where he inserted one finger causing her to arch her back and let out a long moan. He slipped in another finger and began to move the digits back and forth against her G spot, Jo began to slide up and down on his fingers, needing release. Riddick removed his fingers and quieted her protests by placing the tip of his distended cock at the front of her opening. Jo circled her hips around on top of him before sliding all the way down to the hilt. She threw her head back and moaned clutching on to Riddicks shoulders as she grew accustomed to his size. Riddick shut his eyes and began thrusting his hips up. He went slowly at first, and then he could feel Jo rocking against him. She tilted her head forward and placed her mouth by his ear.

She whispered a very small "harder" and Riddick did just that; he planted his feet at the curve of the tub and jerked his hips until he was almost lifting Jo out of the water. Bubbles and water splashed over the sides, Jo tried to grab the sides of the tub but her hands kept slipping, finally Riddick grabbed her wrists and pinned them behind her back pulling her close to his chest. Jo was bucking against him as he kept hitting her sweet spot. Then on one good thrust, she stilled and her muscles clinched around Riddick, sending him over the edge as he came inside her. They both stilled and after the water had simmered to tiny ripples she lifted off of him and laid her head on his shoulder. Once Riddick had regained breathing, he lifted them both out of the tub, let the water begin to drain and carried Jo into her bedroom. Jo nuzzled at his throat as he carried her maybe he wouldn't sleep on the couch after all.