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LET US IN
Everything stopped. Jack found she was holding her breath. The rioting noises below her started again, stronger than before. She could hear people running around; yelling orders and the obscenities hurled back. Most potent of all were the presences that enveloped her, each individual cloaking her in their own individual sense
"Focus"
Her hands moved on auto-pilot as she threaded the rope back into her belt, holding the excess in one hand. Precariously, she began abseiling down. The burnt ring bracelet scars on her wrists ached, startling her slightly. They were constant reminders of her criminal survivor status, ones she'd ignored most of the time until a sudden jar reminded her of the white hot agony she had gone through for Riddick. Agony he didn't even know about. If he ever saw them, Jack knew he'd force the information out of her. What she was doing now was nothing compared to what she'd been through before for him
Rapidly she scaled down the wall, the combination of muggy heat, screeching and increasingly strong presences forcing her concentration to the limits of its powers. She had to grab hold of Riddick's presence, then she could get in.
"C'mon Mistress of Chaos" she ground out through her teeth "it's what you're here for"
Taking in shaky fluid breaths, Jack trained herself onto the inside walls. As quickly as she allowed herself to, she began searching the slam for Riddick's special presence. Immediately, she latched onto it and smiled. It still gave her the shivers. Increasing her pace, she tried not to fall. Then she was at the window; she could feel him inside.
"This is the fun part"
Jack pushed off the wall and slammed her feet into the window. She repeated the motion, grunting under her breath and hoping that Lando was causing plenty of untraceable distractions using all the control at his long fingertips. Suddenly the window flipped up and she flew through, unhooking herself from the rope as she did and landing on Riddick. His presence overwhelmed her and to see him alive in the flesh made her almost shake. She could tell he was a little unsettled at someone landing in his lap out of nowhere though the thump of her feet against the window had probably alerted him to something happening. He'd recognised her scent by now surely. Her thoughts seemed to process double fast or double slow, she couldn't tell. Before she could squash the urge, Jack lunged forward and kissed Riddick. She hadn't seen him in so long besides, she had the chance and fuck it, she was gonna take it. She had limited time but she squeezed every drop of all she felt into those moments. Riddick responded with equally insatiable appetite.
Footsteps. Jack jerked away and pulled out her pouch shiv. Swiftly she cut Riddick's hands and feet bonds. Then she grabbed the rope that dangled outside the window, clipped herself to it and hauled her ass out of sight, pulling the window shut as she did. Hell she was gonna have some explaining to do when she and Riddick got out of here. But judging by the way Riddick had been using his tongue just now, he had similar ideas.
There was a short scream; flesh contacted flesh and then nothing except rapid heaving breaths. It sounded like Riddick was having fun the way he liked it. Jack neatly let herself down to look in with a mile wide grin. A discarded Blue's body lady on the floor, several body parts in different parts of the room. Riddick had a lot of anger to vent. Jack flipped the window again and jumped in, pulling off her goggles. Riddick smiled a long wide smile, wiping his bloodied shiv on his black vest. He was embedded in translucent darkness, his eyes two astonishing green shimmers. Farrell had taken his goggles by the look of it.
"Didn't I tell you to go to New Mecca?" he asked slowly
"And let you kill Farrell without me? Can't keep me out, you know that"
"So I see, we'll talk about that later"
She was hoping he'd say that
*
Jack's entrance had surprised him in the best possible way. She landed, sweaty, gorgeous and smelling all Jack in his lap. The ferocity with which she kissed him had been unexpected but wholly enjoyable, which he hoped to enjoy again. She tasted as delicious as he knew she would but it had been the smell of her arousal that had got him the most. It had made him curse Farrell to all depths of his own visions of hell (which coming from Riddick's mind were certainly to be feared) for tying him down. Where Jack would have progressed to if the footsteps hadn't interrupted Riddick savoured in his mind. She'd cut his bonds and taken off, allowing him to grab his boot-hidden shiv and do a regular gut shuck job on an unlucky Blue. Definitely one of his best pieces of work, it was almost artistic.
After being tied down in the sunlight and a Jack induced hard-on, Riddick had some fucked up angst to let out. Whatever oil-thick liquid that passed for his emotions was racing through his veins and pounding in his forehead. Two people became central. Farrell. He had to find the bastard and inflict a lifetime of torture. Jack. He had to find her so that she could join in Farrell's killing, get out of slam and a not-so-secluded place (he didn't care where) so he could finally fuck her. Two negative energies gone in one go and both he'd enjoy infinitely. He had more than a suspicion that Jack would enjoy both a lot
With a thump she landed in the room and grinned cockily. Riddick had his own shit-eating grin on as he concentrated on rubbing the blood-splattered shiv clean on his vest. It felt good to have one back in his hands, like an extension of them. He could feel Jack's intense stare searching him. Still she couldn't penetrate his dark moods that effectively cloaked him from any probing of the human or electrical kind
"Didn't I tell you to go to New Mecca?" he was back in control, all his slippery thoughts about her safely locked away for another time
"And let you kill Farrell without me? Can't keep me out, you know that"
"So I see, we'll talk about that later"
He could see her smile. It exactly mirrored his thoughts. Something flew towards him. Instinct snapped his hand around them. Her goggles, black and rubbery
"Before you blind yourself" her voice rung out with its usual lilt of mockery
He gave a short laugh and pulled them on. It was his kind of bliss to be free in the darkness, the kind he could carry around in his pocket. Now the only person safe was him and that wasn't guaranteed. Jack knew she wasn't safe and from the look she gave him, that was fine by her
Riddick could still hear the chaos outside and around the room. Somehow Jack had rigged all this shit to blow so she could get in. He reached down and slid the Blue's gun towards her. She looked down at it in disdain
"I thought we were past bullets Riddick" she said, her own shiv in her hand suddenly
"Baby if you're out there in a rain of gunfire, you might want some of your own to turn against them"
With a grouchy sneer, she picked up the gun and looked at it in disgust. Riddick smiled to himself. He had taught her that attitude; guns were for people who wanted things the easy way. No skill in the kill. He'd taught her that blade work was the way to go but now, they had to fight fire with fire. He pulled a small automatic from the Blue's back-sash. The motherfuckers were not ready for what they were about to face.
LET US IN
Everything stopped. Jack found she was holding her breath. The rioting noises below her started again, stronger than before. She could hear people running around; yelling orders and the obscenities hurled back. Most potent of all were the presences that enveloped her, each individual cloaking her in their own individual sense
"Focus"
Her hands moved on auto-pilot as she threaded the rope back into her belt, holding the excess in one hand. Precariously, she began abseiling down. The burnt ring bracelet scars on her wrists ached, startling her slightly. They were constant reminders of her criminal survivor status, ones she'd ignored most of the time until a sudden jar reminded her of the white hot agony she had gone through for Riddick. Agony he didn't even know about. If he ever saw them, Jack knew he'd force the information out of her. What she was doing now was nothing compared to what she'd been through before for him
Rapidly she scaled down the wall, the combination of muggy heat, screeching and increasingly strong presences forcing her concentration to the limits of its powers. She had to grab hold of Riddick's presence, then she could get in.
"C'mon Mistress of Chaos" she ground out through her teeth "it's what you're here for"
Taking in shaky fluid breaths, Jack trained herself onto the inside walls. As quickly as she allowed herself to, she began searching the slam for Riddick's special presence. Immediately, she latched onto it and smiled. It still gave her the shivers. Increasing her pace, she tried not to fall. Then she was at the window; she could feel him inside.
"This is the fun part"
Jack pushed off the wall and slammed her feet into the window. She repeated the motion, grunting under her breath and hoping that Lando was causing plenty of untraceable distractions using all the control at his long fingertips. Suddenly the window flipped up and she flew through, unhooking herself from the rope as she did and landing on Riddick. His presence overwhelmed her and to see him alive in the flesh made her almost shake. She could tell he was a little unsettled at someone landing in his lap out of nowhere though the thump of her feet against the window had probably alerted him to something happening. He'd recognised her scent by now surely. Her thoughts seemed to process double fast or double slow, she couldn't tell. Before she could squash the urge, Jack lunged forward and kissed Riddick. She hadn't seen him in so long besides, she had the chance and fuck it, she was gonna take it. She had limited time but she squeezed every drop of all she felt into those moments. Riddick responded with equally insatiable appetite.
Footsteps. Jack jerked away and pulled out her pouch shiv. Swiftly she cut Riddick's hands and feet bonds. Then she grabbed the rope that dangled outside the window, clipped herself to it and hauled her ass out of sight, pulling the window shut as she did. Hell she was gonna have some explaining to do when she and Riddick got out of here. But judging by the way Riddick had been using his tongue just now, he had similar ideas.
There was a short scream; flesh contacted flesh and then nothing except rapid heaving breaths. It sounded like Riddick was having fun the way he liked it. Jack neatly let herself down to look in with a mile wide grin. A discarded Blue's body lady on the floor, several body parts in different parts of the room. Riddick had a lot of anger to vent. Jack flipped the window again and jumped in, pulling off her goggles. Riddick smiled a long wide smile, wiping his bloodied shiv on his black vest. He was embedded in translucent darkness, his eyes two astonishing green shimmers. Farrell had taken his goggles by the look of it.
"Didn't I tell you to go to New Mecca?" he asked slowly
"And let you kill Farrell without me? Can't keep me out, you know that"
"So I see, we'll talk about that later"
She was hoping he'd say that
*
Jack's entrance had surprised him in the best possible way. She landed, sweaty, gorgeous and smelling all Jack in his lap. The ferocity with which she kissed him had been unexpected but wholly enjoyable, which he hoped to enjoy again. She tasted as delicious as he knew she would but it had been the smell of her arousal that had got him the most. It had made him curse Farrell to all depths of his own visions of hell (which coming from Riddick's mind were certainly to be feared) for tying him down. Where Jack would have progressed to if the footsteps hadn't interrupted Riddick savoured in his mind. She'd cut his bonds and taken off, allowing him to grab his boot-hidden shiv and do a regular gut shuck job on an unlucky Blue. Definitely one of his best pieces of work, it was almost artistic.
After being tied down in the sunlight and a Jack induced hard-on, Riddick had some fucked up angst to let out. Whatever oil-thick liquid that passed for his emotions was racing through his veins and pounding in his forehead. Two people became central. Farrell. He had to find the bastard and inflict a lifetime of torture. Jack. He had to find her so that she could join in Farrell's killing, get out of slam and a not-so-secluded place (he didn't care where) so he could finally fuck her. Two negative energies gone in one go and both he'd enjoy infinitely. He had more than a suspicion that Jack would enjoy both a lot
With a thump she landed in the room and grinned cockily. Riddick had his own shit-eating grin on as he concentrated on rubbing the blood-splattered shiv clean on his vest. It felt good to have one back in his hands, like an extension of them. He could feel Jack's intense stare searching him. Still she couldn't penetrate his dark moods that effectively cloaked him from any probing of the human or electrical kind
"Didn't I tell you to go to New Mecca?" he was back in control, all his slippery thoughts about her safely locked away for another time
"And let you kill Farrell without me? Can't keep me out, you know that"
"So I see, we'll talk about that later"
He could see her smile. It exactly mirrored his thoughts. Something flew towards him. Instinct snapped his hand around them. Her goggles, black and rubbery
"Before you blind yourself" her voice rung out with its usual lilt of mockery
He gave a short laugh and pulled them on. It was his kind of bliss to be free in the darkness, the kind he could carry around in his pocket. Now the only person safe was him and that wasn't guaranteed. Jack knew she wasn't safe and from the look she gave him, that was fine by her
Riddick could still hear the chaos outside and around the room. Somehow Jack had rigged all this shit to blow so she could get in. He reached down and slid the Blue's gun towards her. She looked down at it in disdain
"I thought we were past bullets Riddick" she said, her own shiv in her hand suddenly
"Baby if you're out there in a rain of gunfire, you might want some of your own to turn against them"
With a grouchy sneer, she picked up the gun and looked at it in disgust. Riddick smiled to himself. He had taught her that attitude; guns were for people who wanted things the easy way. No skill in the kill. He'd taught her that blade work was the way to go but now, they had to fight fire with fire. He pulled a small automatic from the Blue's back-sash. The motherfuckers were not ready for what they were about to face.