Chapter Eleven

Riddick left the room while she slept, going back to his own room and laying on his bed, his hands behind his head. He stared up at his ceiling, more than slightly conflicted. He thought she was still innocent, but she's not. He thought he had a child, but he doesn't and now Bobby can't even get pregnant anymore. Most of all, he thought he still loved her, but he isn't even sure of that.

These thoughts still rampaged through his mind as he dropped off and they bled into his dreams, distorting them.

He woke to a very warm, very female and very naked body crawling into his bed to press against his own nude body, since he had shed the sweatpants before getting into bed. That was all the encouragement he needed.

Her back arched into his body, her fingers gripped his shoulders and she whimpered, her hips bucking upwards. He panted heavily into her shoulder and groaned while shuddering. Their lips met in a quick, deep kiss and he rolled to the side. Bobby made a small noise and curled against his side, her arm around waist and her legs tangled in his. He was very quiet, staring up at the ceiling.

"What's going on in that head of yours?" Bobby asked and Riddick looked at her with soft eyes. He shrugged one shoulder and smiled at her. They lay there in comfortable silence, not moving. Her hand slid slowly over the V of muscle on his low stomach and his breath caught.

"Bobby? What's going on here?" he asked and she looked at him, smiling sweetly.

"What do you mean Riddick?"

"Why did you come in here?"

"It's been three years Riddick."

"You came in here because you were horny?" Riddick asked and she glared at him, taking her arm from around his waist and sat up. She swung her legs over the side of the bed and sat on the edge, her back to him. He could see the center of her shoulders quivering with anger.

"You are such a bastard." She gathered the sheet around her body before standing and walking out of the room.

"Bobby!" he called after her but she didn't come back or say anything at all. He got up and grabbed his sweatpants from the floor, pulling them on quickly and going after her. He found her in her room, zipping her pants up and starting to strap on her motorcycle boots.

"We'll be landing shortly. I'm gonna go out for a drive."

"Where are we?"

"Chevron VIII." She said, fastening the last buckle on her boots and standing. She grabbed her jacket from her closet and slipped it on, zipping it up. He watched as it formed to her curves tightly as she zipped it up.

"Don't you wear anything else?"

"What do you mean?"

"All black, leather jacket, motorcycle boots."

"Goes with my bike." She said and something made the ship shudder. "We've entered orbit." After a few minutes the ship rocked and jolted. "And we've landed."

"But how…?"

"Automatic landing. It's a new feature." She said and she walked over to her dresser. Her voice had been angry as they had spoke and it stabbed him to the core. She twisted her hair up and kept it up by a clip that laid flat against her head, she grabbed her helmet off the top of the dresser and walked past him out the door.

He went after her and grabbed her arm, turning her around to look at him in the doorway of the cargo bay. Her eyes were angry and her shoulders were tensed, her very body language said that she was pissed off. She glared up at him and he kissed her suddenly. She pushed him away and slid down the ladder, lowering the ramp and getting on her bike. She kick started it and turned on the front tire, speeding down the ramp and out of sight.

While waiting for her to get back he showered, dressed and roamed the ship, getting a good layout of it. She had some seriously high-tech shit installed in this thing. Fiber optic video surveillance in every room and heat and motion sensors in the cargo bay, all these accessible from her room, which he found had quite an arsenal.

It had been hours since the sun had gone down when the ramp lowered and she drove up it. It raised and she got off the bike, taking her helmet off and letting it hang off her hand. He tried to touch her as she went past but she turned her body so he couldn't, she walked past him and climbed up the ladder going to the bathroom to shower.

Bobby stood in the shower, her back to the spray, letting the near scalding water hit between her shoulders and run down her back. Her head was bowed and her eyes were closed. The water ran over scars, some new, some old.

"How did you get them?" Riddick asked, stopping his re-acquaintance of her body.

"I don't want to talk about." She replied looking away and he put his fingertips to her cheek making her look at him again. He kissed her, dropping it and she put her arms around him.

She snapped out of the memory as she heard the bathroom door open, then close.

"Bobby?" she heard.

"What is it Riddick?" she asked.

"What did I do to piss you off?"

"I've been alone for three years Riddick, after spending my entire life constantly around people I was absolutely alone. I got used to it. Its not you, its me."

"That's a shitty answer."

"I know, but it's the only one I got." She heard turning to face the spray and there was a rustle of cloth before the shower stall door opened and he climbed in. He put his arms around her and held her back against his chest, she put her hands on his arms and attempted to pry them off. "Riddick please don't." she said but he kept a hold on her. Against her will she started to relax in the strong circle of his arms and he rubbed the side of her head with his cheek as if scent marking her, like a cat, only in his case a very big very dangerous cat.

"I missed you Bobby, I missed you everyday." Riddick said and tears filled her eyes at his sudden tenderness. She turned in his arms and put her own around him, feeling the power of the muscles in his back and shoulders.

There were no caresses, no soft words; they just stood there in the shower, wrapped in each other's arms.