Chapter 6 – Honeymoon Pt. 2
Our battle of wills is going to last all night if someone doesn't back down and something tells me it's wishful thinking to hope that maybe he'll just give in. How long has it been since he dragged me in here? Ten, twenty minutes? An hour? Longer? All I'm sure of at this point is that my eyes are starting to burn from lack of sleep and my knees feel about to give out on me. Even with the wall to lean against, standing here with my arms crossed in defiance has taken it's toll on my already exhausted body and the arrogant bastard knows it. Laying comfortably in his bed, smirking as if he's already won the silent argument. Ugh, I could just.... just....
"Get in the bed, Lune," he commands and even his gruffness can't mask the triumph in his voice.
"You know, with you laying under all those blankets and the amount of time it would take you to jump out of the bed it's quite possible that I could beat you to the door," I point out. "So the couch is really more of a compromise. Halfway between where you want me to be and where I'd like to be."
"And what would you do once you got into the hall? My stride is longer than yours."
"True. Then again, I'm the only one of us with something to hide the nakedness... and I'm pretty sure at least one woman would throw herself at you. Might be enough to slow you down."
His laughter sends shivers down my spine and goosebumps break out along my flesh. Damn, I hate how easily my body seems to react to him. I hate how I've somehow managed to find myself in stuck between my rock solid convictions and his rock hard body.
"You really won't let me sleep on the couch, will you?" I ask quietly, already knowing the answer.
"Not a chance, princess."
So now I have to make a choice. Do I let my disposition against the Necromonger religion and it's previous Lord Marshall keep me from sleeping in a nice comfy bed next to a man I'm obviously attracted to? Or do I compromise my morals by crawling into said comfy bed, giving Lord Riddick one more thing to be smug about? Fuck it. Who needs morals when you're dog tired anyways?
"You're an ass," I tell him as I slide beneath the covers.
I stay awake just long enough to hear him chuckle at my comment, and then there's nothing but the blissful calm of slumber.
My body tells me it's not quite morning, and yet I find myself unhappily awake. The quiet muttering beside me draws my attention. Riddick's dreaming, it seems, and I rest my head in my hand, my elbow supporting my weight, in order to concentrate on his words. I pick up on only one word, a name, that he whispers over and over. Kyra. For some reason, my heart aches with the knowledge that another woman weighs on his mind and I can't help but torture myself by assuming what she means to him. Was she a lover? A wife? Someone he loves even now that he's bonded to me? When I can take his ramblings no longer, I gently touch his chest and whisper his name to wake him.
Bad idea. My instincts kick in before my mind even has the opportunity to realize what's happening. With a grip firm on his wrist, I just barely keep him from shivving me and my body twists in order to use his movement to roll his body on top of mine. Pain burns down my forearm as my legs send him flying off the bed and I discover that the tip of his shiv managed to cut me even while I kicked him away from me. He'd reacted violently to being disturbed and if I'd been even a moment slower, I would've paid for my mistake with my life.
"Fuck," I yell, bringing my hand to the wound to help stop the bleeding and rushing into the bathroom.
The thin slice across my skin is long and shallow, making me once again feel lucky that I'd moved as fast as I had. A simple wrap sufficed, stopping the bleeding easily, and the whiteness of the bandage stands out against my skin. Which is probably why it's the first thing he noticed when I stepped back out. Riddick stood from his place on the bed, walking forward to grasp my arm and inspect my patch up job.
"Don't do that again," is all he says before moving to add a shirt to the pants he'd already thrown on.
"Sure. Whatever you say," I reply, using a sheet to hide my own nakedness.
"I could've killed you and that's the only reaction I get?" he mocks.
"What do you want me to do, cower in the corner pissing myself in fear?"
"You should be afraid of me."
"Not for that, Riddick. You may be some big, bad killer but what just happened was my own stupid mistake. I'm sure they will come a day when you scare the shit out of me, but today's not that day."
He stares at me for a moment, those shined eyes bearing into my soul as he soaks in my words before he looks away in order to strap a shiv to his side. Then, he walks towards the door with a shrug and a few parting words.
"Guess there's always tomorrow."
A/N: Oh my god, I am so sorry it took me so long to update. The life of a new mother is hectic and tiring. I'll try to keep the updates coming, but there's no promises about how long it'll take between each chapter. Just know that I haven't given up on these two!
