::His Perspective::

I'm blessed. I hate to say it, seeing as me and god don't see eye to eye… But it's true. She is my heaven. I never thought in all my years that I would finally be…happy. It's a strange feeling honestly. Feeling wanted…accepted. Put one hell of a hole in my heart that's for damned sure. She's leaning against me, completely relaxed. Well…was until I made the comment about the shower. I felt her heartbeat jump. It's all good though. I know this is all new to her. Hell it ain't a picnic for me either. The emotional part. I accept it, still don't fully understand it. I guess that comes with the territory.

"Come on baby…let's get into the shower." I try to say it as softly as possible but my damned voice has that animalistic tone to it. Hey, it's not like I can control it. It wasn't my fault I was born with such an effective voice.

Cocky of me? Heh…a little.

I lead her gently through the small apartment and into the bathroom. She has an odd crease in her brow. It's kinda cute how her face crunches up around her nose when she thinks. Reminds me of a pissed off ferret. Probably shouldn't tell her that.

"What? What's wrong?" Her voice catches my attention and I realize I've been staring down at her.

I crack a half smile and shake my head. "You don't wanna know."

She raises a brow in question, "don't want to know what?"

I turn away and go to the bathtub, pull back the shower curtain and stare at three handles. "Which one does what?" I ask, completely ignoring her question.

I hear her huff as she pushes herself in front of me and stands between me and my objective. "Answer my question and I'll show you."

Letting out a growl I lean back, place my left hand flat against the door and close it. Never taking my eyes off her. "You're really stubborn you know that?"

The expression on her face tells me she's not in the mood. I guess she's not a morning person. "You really want to know?" I ask and watch her sit on the edge of the tub, cross her arms and nods. "You remind me of a pissed off ferret when you make that face."

"What face??" She barks and narrows her eyes. Her face crunching around her small nose…

I try to hold in the chuckle but fail. She's just too fucking cute. "That one." I say simply with an evil grin and watch her give me a look that could kill. Again…cute. "So you gonna show me how this shit works or do I have to figure it out myself?"

"Fine…moose." She retorts under her breath and stands up. Turning her back on me I get a really good look at her hair. It's…gorgeous. The way it flows in loose waves down her back and stops just above that plump ass. Mmm and what a fine ass it is. It's definitely something I could admire for hours. I feel my mouth water at the thought that very soon… I'm going to be seeing that gorgeous body fully naked and wet.

"Hey… Riddick?" Onyx snaps her fingers and breaks my little fantasy. "The one at the far left is hot water, the one to the far right is cold and the one in the middle turns on the shower." She explains and pulls the solid piece of metal from the wall and presto. Hot water flows from the showerhead.

"Easy enough." I say in a husky voice and continue looking down at her. Seems she doesn't know what I'm up to. I should probably fill her in. "By all means, ladies first." I purr in a mischievous voice and motion my hand toward the shower.

Her expression changes. Her eyes…suddenly very vulnerable. Understanding her silence I nod and turn away from her. It seems she's still not used to being naked in front of me. Heh…wonder how she's going to react when she finds my naked self pressed against her in the shower? I know I'm being a pervert but what do you expect? I am a man and this is the first time…in a LONG time, that I've been able to take a shower…with a very beautiful woman. Seriously, how'd you react?

She's in the shower when I turn around and step out of my pants. I pull the curtain back just enough to slip myself silently inside and then pull it back. Well now…hello.

The water trickles down her body in waves as steam rises, billowing and twisting in small clouds only to vanish into the ceiling. Her back is to me, her arms held across her chest. Damn it… Why does she have to do that? It kills me to see her like this. I swear that if I ever get my hands on the motha-fuckas that made her like this I'm going to make them wish they were never born…

As the urge to kill swims through my heated blood I hear her soft voice pull me back to reality. "Riddick…you still there?" She asks in that voice that only tears me apart.

I can't stop myself as I slide up behind her and let my hands trail gently down the naked flesh of her arms. She shivers at my touch and relaxes when I bring my fingers back up. That's when I notice something on her upper right arm, near her shoulder. Carefully, I urge her with my hands to turn toward me. I can feel her struggle with herself as she looks down and faces me, her arms held over her breasts as though shielding her heart from being broken.

I narrow my eyes as my goggles start to fog up. "Is that a tattoo?" I ask in a growl, trying my best to sound as normal as possible.

Bringing her eyes up she looks at me and nods. "It's a tribal." She explains and shows me her arm, with an incredible design etched into her soft flesh. "It kinda looks like a shiv, huh?"

A smile stretches my lips as I let the fingers of my right hand trail over the intricate lines of her tattoo. "Yea…it does. When'd you get it?"

"'Bout four years ago when I was around twenty." Onyx replies with a hint of sadness in her voice. I go to make a remark when she gives me a shrug of her shoulders and smiles. "It means a lot to me…" She trails off and narrows her eyes, obviously staring at my goggles. "Can you see ok? They're gettin' a bit foggy."

"I'll survive." I chime and let out a sigh. "So where should I start?"

Her eyes widen and then become thoughtful, almost mischievous. "Well people usually take soap and…"

I don't let her finish. "I mean where do I start…on you?"

She swallows hard and looks down. "I can handle it." Onyx replies in a whisper which only makes it harder for me to keep up the smart ass act. I don't know how the hell she does it, but somehow she's starting to tame me.

I bet you never thought I'd say that…did you?

I grumble under my breath, glance around the tub and find what I'm looking for. It's small, smells like flowers and damn near slips out of my hand. "Come here and turn around." I say and motion with a nod of my head. She turns, backs up until she's right in front of me, grabs her hair and pulls it onto her chest.

This is when I get a full view of those curves. She's got the body of a Greek goddess and an ass I could easily see myself slamming against. I feel that familiar twitch and look down at my cock.

Not now you little bastard or I'll be forced to cut you off. It immediately goes back into hiding, letting me return to what I was previously doing. Wait…what was I doing? Oh, yea… I get to rub her down. That was not an invitation you little shit…

::Her Perspective::

He's hesitating. Jesus what the hell am I doing? I'm NAKED in front of Riddick… Wait… He's NAKED. Oh boy…oh boy…

I'm trying to focus on the heat of the water hitting the front of my body when his hands start rubbing my bar of soap into my back. Oh god… Just breathe woman… Out of nowhere I let out a small burp and feel his hands stop. "Oh excuse me." I squeak out and cover my mouth.

He barks out an appreciative laugh that literally causes my ears to ring. "Damn woman…you're going to be the death of me." He manages between breaths and starts moving those amazing hands over my back again.

As his hands move, his fingers begin pressing and pushing into the tired flesh and I swear to god I can't help the moan that escapes my lips. I can feel the rumble before I hear the growl as his hands move lower, trailing his fingers over my lower back and kneading the tight muscles. I have to shift on my feet or I'd collapse against him. I'm starting to think he's aiming for that…

I try to breathe and find myself starting to pant. He's making my head spin as his hands go a littler further, reaching my ass. I gasp as he begins exploring my curves. Riddick, a man known to be a brutal killer with just his hands, is touching me as though I'm a fragile treasure. That's when his hands start to slip away from my waist, toward my stomach and I can't help but giggle. Fucking nerve endings. But as soon as the giggles appear I'm silenced by his firm, toned skin pressing against my back.

Of course…that's not the only thing I notice pressed against me…twitching.

Should I? I mean…why not? What woman in her right mind wouldn't take this perfect opportunity to ravage him? Maybe I'm not in my right mind… I don't even know if it's there anymore. I think I lost it the moment I felt the smaller Riddick pushing into my lower back.

Aw fuck it. You only live once…right?

My right hand reaches back and finds exactly what I'm searching for. I feel him suck in a sharp breath as I wrap my small hand around his cock. Dear god you've gotta be shittin' me! He's…fucking huge. Ok, maybe I'm exaggerating… I give him a full squeeze, release and slip my palm up and down over his entire length and feel my heartbeat speed up to about eight G's. Nope…he's BIG everywhere… Oh boy…

I try to calm myself by taking a controlled breath when I hear that growl. Now here's the interesting thing about Riddick. He has a variety of growls that mean different things. This particular one…let me put it this way. It'll either chill your blood, make you cum or drop a man dead in his tracks. Yea…that's the one. And if I didn't know any better I think he's done lathering me up.

Why do I say that? Because he just backed up, set down the soap somewhere and grabbed me by the waist. I'm not sure how he plans on gettin' it on in here, seeing as I'm about five foot six and he's about as big as a moose. Ok, he's really around six foot three…

This should be Very entertaining…

-End Chapter Seven-