Chapter 10: Richie

Riddick entered the kitchen shortly after her. She had her head in the fridge, slightly bent over giving him a good view of her ass. Damn, if that didn't make his boxers seem too small all of a sudden. It was all he could do to just sit there and try not to let her notice. As much as he wanted to fuck her, there were still the memories of the last few hours in his head. The devotion, the love, the trust. He just wanted to hold her…there would be plenty of time for fucking later.

She turned to see him zoned out with a rather devious smile on his face, she glanced down and saw the reason, she almost laughed again. She put down the package of bacon and carton of eggs she was holding and walked up to him…he was still in his daze…but she could end that.

"Want me to help you with that?" She said as she stroked his erection through his boxers.

He about hit the roof as he slammed back into consciousness. "Fuck!…Jack…"

"Well we could fuck…or we could play." She said as she continued her torture.

He grabbed her wrist and had to catch his breath, while she laughed.

"What's wrong baby? From what I remember you should've liked that."

"Hell Jack!…I did…I just…fuck!…"

"Come on, we gotta get past this best friends shit sometime." She said as she walked back over to the stove, pulling her hair back into a ponytail, and starting the bacon and eggs and finally returning to the freezer to get out a box of waffles.

"God…" he was still trying to return his breathing to normal. "It's not that Jack…you know I want to…I…fuck…how 'bout tonight? I'm still in kinda that sentimental mood…wow…there's something I never saw myself saying."

She couldn't help but burst out laughing at that…Riddick…sentimental? Ha!…Of course after the conversation they just had, she understood his meaning, and she loved him all the more for it.

"Baby, I think your little buddy is thinking a little differently." She said pointing with the spatula at the bulge in his boxers.

"Shut up. You were the one bent over in front of me in those damn panties."

"Oh, so this is my fault. I don't think so, and if you don't like the panties maybe I should just take them off…" she said as she grasped the sides and just barely started to slide them down.

Riddick was on her in a heartbeat. "Oh, fuck no! You'll be the death of me if you do that shit right now!"

She laughed again…"Richie honey, you're a trip!"

"Richie?"

"Yeah…you know Richard…Richie…what you don't like it?"

"No, it's just…different."

"Well it's cute, but I won't call you that if you don't want me too,"

"No, go ahead, I just don't think 'cute' suits me." He said as he sat back on the barstool letting her go back to her cooking.

"Hun, you're adorable!"

"I've been called a lot of things in my day, but that ain't one of 'em."

"Well you are…so get over it."

"Yes ma'am!"

"Shut up."