This is the fourth installment in my series titled "Eat Me". If you have not read: Eat Me, Feed Me, or Devour Me, I suggest you do as such to fully understand this story. Of course this will be following its own Author Universe storyline, so in essence it can be read as its own entity, but the relationship between the two main characters is best laid out over the other three. It follows a twisting path, for sure.

Thank you so much for reading in advance, and I hope you enjoy the first part of Revelations.

Fiona gripped the sides of the tree as she leaned her body away to look at her surroundings better. The forest around her, lush with vegetation she still couldn't pinpoint, was thick and evasive to the sun light high above the canopy. The rays that did leak into the foliage never touched the ground, a second layer of small budding trees just down below, making it impossible.

The tree she was clinging too had flowers near the top, something she had discovered a month ago. They leaned towards the sun as it rose and set, and they'd close at night. The rest of the tree would then glow throughout the evening, a low hum of light that resonated out from behind the bark.

When on the ground, the shade was in his advantage, so she kept herself up high.

The birds that soared far up above were speaking to one another, other critters bouncing from tree to tree around her. If they were aware of her they didn't seem to mind, but she suspected they didn't notice. Their chirps of comfort to one another were sacred, noises that hardly ever fell on human ears.

Pressing back into the tree, no sense of where he was, she glanced down at the ground, knowing the only way she was going to get this afternoon over with was to venture into his territory. She did so as quietly as possible, her feet scrapping off pieces of bark here and there. Underneath the skin of the tree was almost transparent. She had never seen anything like it when they had first arrived. The animals that did hear her scurried away and as she dropped down finally, the grass around her ankles, the shadows lurking everywhere, she was greeted with a strange blanketed silence.

She won, half of the time.

As she moved forward, circling the giant trunk of the tree she had just been in, she scanned the surrounding ground, looking amongst the darkness for his outline. Although she could see the different shapes as clearly in the dark as him he had a lot more time with the adjustment to his eyes under his belt.

Lowering herself to squat just at the bottom she peered out at the world around her.

This was home. This had been home for five months now. After landing on the planet, ship out of fuel, no other place closer, they had made a place to call their own. Through struggle, triumph, and learning, she was growing into her new abilities. He helped her as best he could, as much as she would allow him, but there was a distance that she put between them.

Standing again she brushed her legs through the grass, feeling the faint blades on her skin, soft as they slid over her. She could feel his eyes on her, somewhere in the darkness, he was watching. He was hunting her, keeping just out of sight, his senses taking charge every time he stepped into the forest just on the outskirts of their built home. He had once told her, while hunched over a fire in the forest she was now in, that she had a distinct smell that he could identify from miles away. It lingered on her, it stayed with her. She hadn't said anything in reply.

The thrum of his heartbeat was in her head. She could feel the faint sensation of his slowed down organ and she turned her head to the right, peering into the trees there. He was there, just a few meters away, tucked behind a tree or a rock, she knew it. As he could smell her she could feel him. She had never put into words for him this new-found sensation but she suspected he knew.

She took a few steps forward and ducked behind the next tree, honing her senses in as she tried to listen for him. He had learned her skills over time. At first, she had the advantage. New strength, new senses, he hadn't expected her to be so good at finding him in the darkness, but she had out witted him a few times in the beginning. But like all things to be learned, Riddick learned her quickly. He prided himself quietly on his ability to adjust to all situations, and he tackled each of her skills one at a time until they were once again equal.

Equal.

Fiona felt a shiver run up her spin as she thought on that for a moment. Just a long enough distraction for Riddick to drop down in front of her and tackle her to the ground. She let out no sound as she counteracted quickly, wrapping her legs around his waist, using her hips to roll them. He was under her for a split second and she was close to taking control but he shifted them with a strength she did not have and pushed her back once again on the soft planted forest floor.

"You're distracted." His voice was a purr in the silence, his eyes shining down at her. His goggles were waiting at the entrance they had carved out on the edge of the forest closest to the home. When in here he didn't need them, and Fiona found herself marveling at the faint milky texture that stared down at her.

She was having trouble. Although she knew, although she could see reason, a part of her held everything back when moments rose. With his body pressed firmly to his, his mouth hovering just an inch from her ear, his warm breath trickling down along her throat, she froze up. She couldn't think of nothing more than to crawl back into his arms and use his strength as a barrier to the world. But that wasn't how it worked anymore. That wasn't the truth, and she found herself plagued with the knowledge that she wasn't that Fiona, and he wasn't that Riddick.

She pushed him away and he rolled willingly. She rose, dusting dirt off before striding out of the forest, ignoring Riddick, who kept pace just behind her. He always kept his distance. It infuriated her. She couldn't make up her mind. She slept away from him, she kept herself secretive, she kept herself private, and he respected that.

As she stepped back into the sun, bathing in the warmth of the clearing they had found five months ago she sighed. Riddick was just behind her, pulling his goggles on over his eyes before taking a few steps out and crowding her small space.

They had been playing in the woods since the second day of being here. After being pint up in the dark and confused through night, when the sun finally came out and touched the trees, Fiona found herself wandering away from Riddick and running into the forest. He had followed and the rest was history. They weren't Riddick and Fiona; they weren't the different versions of themselves that had been dancing around one another for so long. They were just two animals playing tag, frolicking in the darkness.

"You ok?"

Fiona furrowed her brows and looked at him, confused as to why he would ask such a thing. He hovered there beside her, a hand extended to touch her shoulder but he didn't quite make it, his mind changing when she looked at him.

"Fine." She gave him a rare smile and headed towards the house they had built with their own four hands. The shadows welcomed her as she stepped in and surveyed the area. It was simple, nothing needed to be absorbent. They had pulled the cooking unit, which Riddick had rigged to work off solar power, out of the ship and plopped it down to the left, the panels on top of the roof. In the middle was a fire pit, a hole in the ceiling for the smoke to filter out through. On the right were two beds, a foot apart, both made of leaves and left over clothing and tarps found in the ship.

Fiona dropped down onto her sleeping quarters and stretched out her body. She groaned, looking up at the weaving wood and leaves above her. She needed to bathe, the body of water they used just a few meters down the hill, on the edge of the forest. At first it had felt strange to be in such a public forum, but the thought quickly vanished when Riddick had reminded her that they were the only humans in a planets distance.

"I'll cook." Riddick didn't make noise when he came in so his voice startled her. She didn't show it however, her eyes peering over towards him as he rummaged through the things they had found on the planet and stored. She silently nodded, picking herself up and a change of clothes. Excusing herself she headed back out down towards the river to get the fresh coat of sweat and dirt off her body.

When she returned, there was smoke billowing out from the roof, the smell of food hitting her nose. Her stomach growled and she smiled softly as she stepped into the home and went to discard her few items. Riddick was there, in front of his bed, shirtless, no goggles, eyes closed. She knew he could tell she was there, but he made no move, his skin bathed in the fire light.

He had scars and remnants of wounds that she knew nothing about. But there were other marks, traces of stitches and puncture wounds that she had been there for. Bullet holes where she had been the one to patch up. Her eyes traced the line of his muscles, his body toned and fit, his armor his skin. Without hesitation, she approached him, her soft hand reaching out and lightly touching one of the slashes on his back. He had gotten those from Johns, back on some forgotten planet. She had been strapped up and gagged, Riddick hog tied and beaten. Johns had gotten his back though, a nice little puncture that almost killed him.

"The food is ready." His voice was groggy in the silence, his breathing steady as Fiona ran light fingers over the scars. She hummed a soft noise as a response, dropping her fingers from his skin. They stood there, just an inch apart, his back to her, her eyes zeroed in on his toned muscles, for what felt like ages. He never gave his back to anyone and Fiona did not miss the implication of this moment.

With one last sigh, she turned away from him and moved towards the fire. But he turned too, and his hand found her hip so quickly she was too startled to react. He steadied her, closing the space between them quickly, pressing his chest into her back. She closed her eyes as he threaded his fingers through her hair, as his other calloused fingers dug into the skin on her hip. A low rumble crawled up his throat and vibrated through her body.

These were the moments.

Her body swelled at his touch, her insides burst with warmth and sensation. She could feel on her skin and in her body his heart beat as it fluttered quickly from his arousal. She could feel him pressed against her, a promise of what they had shared so long ago in some hellish prison. Which was comical, if she thought about it long and hard, she had been willing to submit in the depths of that place but here alone on this quiet planet she couldn't bring herself to do it.

"I understand." His voice was a break from the moment. His hand brushed over her hip once more before dropping, his fingers gave one more tug on her hair before untangling. He breathed her in for one more second before taking a step back.

Did he though? The thought plagued her, as she thought more and more on it. The last five months had been nothing but a mental bath in all of her insecurities and her past. She was reacquainting herself with herself, two different personalities battling it out in her head. Because if he understood then she needed him to enlighten her, her own understanding of her resistance lost to her with time.

They ate in silence, she watched him from a distance as she ate what she was given and then cleaned up. The fire was dwindling, and sometimes they fell asleep in the light and warmth of it. As she sank onto her bed and sighed, Riddick dropped down onto his own, just inches away. She watched him stretch out, watched his muscles flex under that bronzed flesh that hadn't had to deal with any pain or suffering in five long months.

And she wondered why she had created such a distance. She wondered why he was still there, when she was refusing to be there herself.