A/N: I'm back with another chapter. Sorry it took me so long. I hope you like this one. Thank you to Lillianrose4, Beth Weasley, BdB Lover, Spedclass, and LiaisonFan2 for reviewing. You have no idea how good it made me feel that you liked it! So without further ado, here is the next installment. Please don't forget to let me know if you like it!
Don't know why I just took it. Coulda knocked her on her ass at any moment for what she was doin' to me. One things for sure, though. Jack has got a lot of crap packed inside.
Bottlin' does shit to people. Hell, look what it did to me. Maybe that's why I let her to it. Never been one to let people walk all over me, but Jack's always been the one to do it whether I fought or not.
One of these days, and soon I'd bet, she'll break under the pressure, and it won't be no sunshiny day in the park. With her bein' so much like me, she'll snap, and it will be heard cross the 'verse, leavin' nothin' untouched.
Sure I wanted her. Still do. But I don't want this monster that I helped create. This woman who tries to keep people down. I didn't let what she said about my performance bother me. Our kind always belittles what's good. One of our only protections. Can't let nothin' affect you, or you give away everything.
I watch from my seat on the bed as she leaves the bathroom, hair fallin' in wet ringlets. She looks my way once, then pretends to ignore me. The beast roars. It doesn't care that this is Jack. All it cares about is the fact that we lost control in our own game, and it wants it back.
I stand and make my way to her as she dries off.
My hands reach for her head and my fingers touch her scalp, and draw backwards towards me. I feel the tangles in her hair pullin' against me. She stops movin'. I let my hands continue downward, barely touchin' her skin as I travel down her back. I lean forward and kiss the side of her neck.
I'm not a romantic guy. I love the feel of a woman's lips on mine, though. Haven't kissed a woman in a long time. Skin is warm 'neath me and I grip her lightly around the hips, trailin' circles at the point just above those tight, dark curls. She holds her breath.
I go further down till I reach my destination, that small nub of flesh that sends most women into a fever. Jackie-girls no different. She gasps and leans back against me as I work at her. My other hand slips between her legs and parts the slick folds, and with one finger first, it enters. Heated and wet, smells amazing. Spicy, heady scent that fills my nose and makes me feel like I've been drinkin' for hours.
"R-Riddick," I hear her stammer in a whisper. "Ple-ease…" she gasps and I smile into her hair.
"Please what?" I ask, keepin' my voice low. I move aside her hair with my chin and breathe along her neck, watchin' as the goose bumps rise. I lean in and kiss her neck. I can feel her pulse against my lips. Frantic, hard.
"Please what?" I repeat, slippin' another finger in. She jerks against me with a gasp, her good hand grippin' my arm. I close my eyes and press myself against her, knowin' just what she'll feel.
She 'mediately turns around, and buries her face in my chest.
"I'm sorry I—"
"Don't owe me nothin'. Now shut up and let me show you how it's s'posed to be."
I pick her up and bring her to the bed, layin' her down carefully. She stares at me, and somethin' strikes me as odd. What the hell happened in the past half hour for her to change from bitch in control to apologetic submissive? When she offers me a timid smile I pull away.
"Fucks goin' on, Jack? You were hatin' me not a half hour ago and I expected you to belt me as soon as I touched you."
She bites her lip. Always did that. Had me thinkin' things I was ashamed of when she was younger. Her look changes to a glare.
"Just take it, you prick. You of all people should know how hard it is to apologize."
"I'll take the damn apology, Jack, but what happened just now? Why you all the sudden so…receptive? Why did you let me touch you? Why did you apologize?" I ask. She glares at me.
"Maybe I felt bad for tying you down and saying what I said to you after we were done. Maybe I just wanted to see what it felt like when I let you touch me."
I step back a little more away from her. "'Kay Jack. See, I'm startin' to get a little confused here. You hate me, but you don't hate me. You want me, but only under your say, but at the same time when I just touched you now, you didn't turn on me and yell for not askin' permission first because you wanted to see what it was like. You keep tellin' me who you are, but I just can't keep it straight. You keep fuckin' changin' on me, and it's hard to keep up. So what the fuck do you want, Jack? You want me on my knees beggin' you for forgiveness for leavin' you're ass with the Holy Man? Fine, I'll get on my fuckin' knees and apologize. You want me to not touch you unless you say I can, then I'll keep my fuckin' distance until you tell me to. But I am not some fuckin' toy you can play with or order around.
"I will admit that I want you so badly that it fuckin' hurts. Have since I saw you in Slam. But all this shit is really gettin' on my nerves, and you know that my patience only goes so far. So before I lose it, tell me what the fuck you want and stick to it."
I feel like we keep goin' over the same damn shit, just different soundin' music. She sits up, lookin' almost disappointed. Then, she gets up and passes me. Just as I thought. Don't know what she wants. Fuckin' women are all the same. S'why I stick to brothels. You don't have to know what they want, or even care.
"Know what, I'm goin' to let you think on it. I've got shit to do."
I get myself dressed and leave the room. I pass several necros on the way. They all bow and murmur crap under their breaths that sound like 'm'lord'. In any other situation, I'd be eatin this shit up like a starvin' man put in front of a buffet.
"Lord Riddick." I stop and turn. Mohawk—Vaako, gotta start rememberin' that shit, is standin' behind me.
"My Lord Riddick, there is something I wish to discuss with you in regards to the Ceremony—"
"No fuckin Ceremony."
"Pardon me?" he asks, confused.
"I said, no fuckin' ceremony. Spend that time plannin' the rest of the ride to your underverse. End of your journeys a lot fuckin' closer than you think."
Vaako's eyes widen. "But there are many planets yet that must be converted and cleansed, My Lord Marshal!"
"Ain't touchin 'em. You got more then enough half-dead fucks runnin' around here. I suggest you start settin' course for it, or you'll never see it." I tell him. Let him interpret it any way he wants. He apparently takes it very seriously and leaves. I turn and start walkin' again. Lookin' for that damned Purifier. I find him with a few women in one of the corridors talkin'.
"You!" I call, pointin' right at him. His face drops and the women scurry away.
"Yes my Lord?" he replies, straightenin' up.
"Wanna talk to you a minute." I grab his arm and direct him into an empty room.
"My Lord, if this is in regards to Kyra, let me assure you that I did not expect her t—"
"You can stop right there, Purifier. What the fuck is your name, anyway?"
He frowns at me. "Eron, My Lord."
"Eron. I'm not talkin' about what happened in the cafeteria. Jack's got a bone up her ass, and it ain't mine." He looks at me strangely at that.
"My Lord?" Fuckers confused.
"Don't fuckin' care if you understand or not. I want these fuckin' people on their way to their underverse where they can't touch no one again. Don't trust Vaako to do it, so I'm leavin' it up to you. I expect this ship to be on it's way by the end of the night."
He gives me that funny look again. "Lord Riddick, do you know what you're asking? To take these people to the underverse could spell the destruction of all other verses out there."
I cover my eyes with my hand. Keep control, Rick. Can't kill this fucker. He's already helped me some.
"What do you suggest then?"
"Destroy them." He announces darkly. This takes me back a bit.
"Destroy them?"
"Yes. Destroy them. After what they have done, they do not deserve to be rewarded." Eron states.
"And how do you propose to do that?" I ask him. Personally, I'd rather get rid of all of them too. I'm interested in what he has to say.
"The blasts that they use to destroy whole planets can be used against them. There are several trustworthy rebels on each of the ships that could be trusted to do it. All they would have to do is turn the mechanisms back on each other, we could get on the Lord Marshal's personal ship, and you could set the blasts off at a safe distance. They would never know what hit them, Lord Riddick, and we would be rid of the Necromonger scourge for good." He tells me.
"And who do you mean by 'we'?" I ask with a smile. The light immediately dies in his eyes.
"Well, My Lord, apart from the rebels that would help, and of course you and Lady Kyra, I was hoping that perhaps you would allow me to come." He tells me hopefully.
I stare at him for a minute.
"Interesting." I leave it at that. He eyes me all calculating and shit.
"Contact your rebels to start puttin' that plan into motion, but put us on track to the Underverse first." I say. Eron nods and heads for the door.
"Oh, Eron, what do you know about women?" Can't believe I'm askin' that.
"Er, Not much of anything my Lord, with exception of certain parts of the anatomy and the fact that they like gifts." He tells me. I grunt and dismiss him.
Damn woman. I wish I had the old Jack back. It was so easy when she was sane.
A/n: well, there you go. Nothing really special, but I hoped you like it. Sorry it's so short. Thank you for reading.