Notes: Okay, I still don't own them, I'm finally getting around to writing
more (sorry for the delay, work is hell!), and I hope you enjoy it. OH! I
just realized I never specified a spot for Jack's neck cut so I've decided
that it was on the right side of her neck. Same as usual with the thought
and speech and such, except that ### now denotes shift in perspective too.
Just as an FYI, This is the first of possibly many Scenes in this story if
my muse cooperates. This will be revised at a later date tho, cuz I'm not
at my tip-top right now, k? Okay, on w/ the show!
"Well, since you're here already, I guess you can look at my neck. Its only a small cut, but it does seem to be bleeding still." Turning to the mirror she tilted her neck to the side to let him see the blood trickling down her neck, over her barely concealed chest, and on to the small towel that covered little less than a bathing suit.
Reaching over her head, Jack pulled her hair away from the right side of her neck, draping it over her left shoulder. "You see Riddick," she softly ran her right fore-finger down her neck next to the small cut, holding her towel with her elbow. "Its nothing really big or anything."
Coyly she turned her eyes downward as she mentioned the smallness of the cut, while letting her forefinger trail down to the towel-line. Smirking inwardly, she looked up at him through her lashes as she watched his eyes follow her finger down her neck. 'Oh, I'm just a kid, am I Riddick? You certainly aren't looking at me like I'm one.'
### Riddick couldn't tear his eyes away from her neck, nor her finger sliding softly down that neck and over her ill-covered breast. He'd only come in here to take a look at her neck to make sure she hadn't been hurt too bad, but right now, he was the one hurting.
'Come on, Dickey, you can do this. She's just a dumb kid, she doesn't realize what she's doing. Say something . anything!'
"Come over into the light a little bit more, Jack. The way you're standing, the light is blocked, all I can see is the blood, not the cut." He beckoned her closer to him, knowing that this was the wrong thing to do, but unable to resist feeling her against him. The smell of the soft trickle of blood was teasing his senses from 3 feet away, and Lord knows he already knew how it tasted on his lips. 'that's a bright move! Let the beast back out, that you just caged, with the scent of more blood! Brilliant, you know what that does to you!'
Jack moved closer to him, accidentally tripping over the pile of her clothes and falling against him. She knew he'd reach out and catch her, so she wasn't afraid of hitting the floor. Yelping in mock fright as she tripped, she threw her arms out to balance herself, just as his arms wrapped around her shoulders. Conveniently, the towel fluttered to the floor as she clung to him and waited for her breathing to return to normal, though her heart sped up a notch.
"You okay Kiddo?" Riddick murmured into her hair as he stroked her back softly. "That was almost a nice bruise to add to that cut." It took Riddick a moment to pick his cheek off of her hair and glance at the mirror right behind her. and to realize that it was her bare back that he was stroking so gently. His hand froze.
"Umm. Hey Jack, you kinda lost your towel when you lost your balance," he said, averting his eyes for a moment, until they returned of their own volition to the mirror. "Hey Jackie-Girl? Is there a reason you're nuzzling my neck instead of picking up your towel?"
Stepping back a step or two, she decided to chance looking up at him. "But Riddick, you're so warm." she muttered, nuzzling his neck again.
"But Jack, this is a little inappropriate, don't you think? I mean, you shouldn't be standing here naked with me in here with you. I mean."
"What's wrong? Its not like it nothing you haven't seen before, right?" she looked up at him again and waited for a reply. After a few seconds of silence she decided it would probably be best just to give up.
Stepping back she looked up at him, allowing him an unobstructed view. "Geez, Riddick, the way you're acting you'd think I had cooties or something! Well in case you hadn't realized, they're not cooties.. They're called Boobs Riddick!"
With that parting shot out of the way, she bent over and picked up her towel and walked over to adjust the water for her shower.
Not one to take that kind of jibe at his prowess lightly, Riddick decided it was time to deliver his own parting shot. Quietly, he sneaked over as she was adjusting the water and gave her a nice swift smack on her bare rear.
"I know what they are Jackie-girl, and I also know a good many uses for them that you've only read about." That said, he walked out and shut the door, leaving her staring after him. naked, mouth hanging open, and with a blush that made the blood trickle on her neck look pink.
"Well, since you're here already, I guess you can look at my neck. Its only a small cut, but it does seem to be bleeding still." Turning to the mirror she tilted her neck to the side to let him see the blood trickling down her neck, over her barely concealed chest, and on to the small towel that covered little less than a bathing suit.
Reaching over her head, Jack pulled her hair away from the right side of her neck, draping it over her left shoulder. "You see Riddick," she softly ran her right fore-finger down her neck next to the small cut, holding her towel with her elbow. "Its nothing really big or anything."
Coyly she turned her eyes downward as she mentioned the smallness of the cut, while letting her forefinger trail down to the towel-line. Smirking inwardly, she looked up at him through her lashes as she watched his eyes follow her finger down her neck. 'Oh, I'm just a kid, am I Riddick? You certainly aren't looking at me like I'm one.'
### Riddick couldn't tear his eyes away from her neck, nor her finger sliding softly down that neck and over her ill-covered breast. He'd only come in here to take a look at her neck to make sure she hadn't been hurt too bad, but right now, he was the one hurting.
'Come on, Dickey, you can do this. She's just a dumb kid, she doesn't realize what she's doing. Say something . anything!'
"Come over into the light a little bit more, Jack. The way you're standing, the light is blocked, all I can see is the blood, not the cut." He beckoned her closer to him, knowing that this was the wrong thing to do, but unable to resist feeling her against him. The smell of the soft trickle of blood was teasing his senses from 3 feet away, and Lord knows he already knew how it tasted on his lips. 'that's a bright move! Let the beast back out, that you just caged, with the scent of more blood! Brilliant, you know what that does to you!'
Jack moved closer to him, accidentally tripping over the pile of her clothes and falling against him. She knew he'd reach out and catch her, so she wasn't afraid of hitting the floor. Yelping in mock fright as she tripped, she threw her arms out to balance herself, just as his arms wrapped around her shoulders. Conveniently, the towel fluttered to the floor as she clung to him and waited for her breathing to return to normal, though her heart sped up a notch.
"You okay Kiddo?" Riddick murmured into her hair as he stroked her back softly. "That was almost a nice bruise to add to that cut." It took Riddick a moment to pick his cheek off of her hair and glance at the mirror right behind her. and to realize that it was her bare back that he was stroking so gently. His hand froze.
"Umm. Hey Jack, you kinda lost your towel when you lost your balance," he said, averting his eyes for a moment, until they returned of their own volition to the mirror. "Hey Jackie-Girl? Is there a reason you're nuzzling my neck instead of picking up your towel?"
Stepping back a step or two, she decided to chance looking up at him. "But Riddick, you're so warm." she muttered, nuzzling his neck again.
"But Jack, this is a little inappropriate, don't you think? I mean, you shouldn't be standing here naked with me in here with you. I mean."
"What's wrong? Its not like it nothing you haven't seen before, right?" she looked up at him again and waited for a reply. After a few seconds of silence she decided it would probably be best just to give up.
Stepping back she looked up at him, allowing him an unobstructed view. "Geez, Riddick, the way you're acting you'd think I had cooties or something! Well in case you hadn't realized, they're not cooties.. They're called Boobs Riddick!"
With that parting shot out of the way, she bent over and picked up her towel and walked over to adjust the water for her shower.
Not one to take that kind of jibe at his prowess lightly, Riddick decided it was time to deliver his own parting shot. Quietly, he sneaked over as she was adjusting the water and gave her a nice swift smack on her bare rear.
"I know what they are Jackie-girl, and I also know a good many uses for them that you've only read about." That said, he walked out and shut the door, leaving her staring after him. naked, mouth hanging open, and with a blush that made the blood trickle on her neck look pink.
