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"Riddick." No response.

"Riddick?" He's either ignoring me or in his own little world. "Dick?" He's in his own world...he would have tried to bite me for saying that. What the hell are you thinking? Let's wake you back up and trust me, this will hurt me more than it will you.

Kyra had been laying on him with her head propped on her hands and he still had not acknowledged her despite her efforts. She reached her hand back behind her and ran it over the front of his gym shorts once then immediately after the second time he tried to buck her off.

Lost in his own thoughts he had not heard her call his name, the he felt her hand stroking him through his shorts. Fuck! He beat down a groan. Got to get her to...shit...stop! He bucked her right after she had stroked him a second time and tried to scowl at her when he just wanted her to keep going. "Kyra!"

She looked at him and smiled. "Where were you just now? I called your name several times."

Sound like you want to hurt her. "Dreaming about what I'm going to do when I get my hands on you." Taste your skin, run my hands all over your body, make you scream my name.

"If."

"If what?"

"If you get your hands on me and I don't see that happening any time soon."

"Kyra...what will it take?"

Shouldn't have asked that Riddick. Kyra laid her head down on his chest, her mouth inches from his ear while she stroked the skin at the side of his neck. She smiled hearing his heart rate increase. "Why Riddick...you want to get your hands on me that bad?"

You have no fucking idea Jack. He swallowed hard before talking to her again, trying to make himself sound like he still wanted to hurt her. "You don't know how much."

She smiled. He sounded like he still wanted to kill her but she wasn't convinced at all. Mouth was saying one thing...his pulse was telling her another story entirely. "Mmmmm. I think I can imagine."

Let's play with you a little. She ran her hands down his chest to his stomach stopping at the band of his shorts, running her fingers along the edge. She moved to his thigh and smoothed her hand down then moving inward and back up but not touching him. She could feel a rumble go through his chest and her hand glided back down, just skimming the top surface of his shorts. She looked down and saw his leg muscles tighten and the obvious evidence of his arousal. She sat back up a little and cocked an eyebrow at him. "Riddick?" She ran one finger up the middle of shorts. " Is that how much you want to get your hands on me?"

He jerked the ropes holding his arms and his jaw clenched. "Princess, I'd be careful if I were you, cause I'm not a man who forgets."

"Oh? That's a little hard for me to believe given that you can't seem to remember enough about me to recognize who I am. Maybe you need another clue." She scooted her body back on his until she was straddling his shorts. "Remember when I used to sit in your lap? I do. I remember you holding me tightly. Never knew why...now I think it was so I couldn't move in your lap. Like this perhaps?" She moved her hips rubbing herself up against him then sucked in a breath. "Mmmmmm." She gave a short laugh. "Now I know why you didn't want me wiggling."

You will pay for every bit of this...that I fucking swear. I'll enjoy torturing you Jack. Every fucking minute of it. Got to get her off me. NOW. Riddick bucked her hard and managed to jostle her off him.

"Well Riddick. Either that was a sign that you want more...or you're frustrated 'cause you know you can't get more." She leaned over and kissed his stomach, then his chest and neck once each. "Don't worry. Sooner or later you'll get put out of your misery." She got off the bed and went to leave his room.

He watched her go for the door and stopped her. "Where are you going?"

"Don't get your panties in a wad Riddick. I'll be back soon."

She left and he blew out a breath. She could always get under my skin with shit she said. Damn woman has gotten even better at it, too. You're a fucking cock tease Jack.

Jack. Shit. Probably God's idea of a damn joke making her grow up to look like this just to fucking torture me. Can't hate the fucker for how she turned out though. Not a damn thing wrong with I'm looking at. Nothing at all. Even thinkin' she was a bitch who had Jack I wanted her.

Wanted? Fuck, who the hell am I kidding? Still want her. First Chronus then the night on my ship, in this bed, and it was her. My Jack. Kid who thought I could walk on water if I wanted to. Kid who wanted to look out for me. Kid who...loved me not matter what kind of a fucking monster I was.

I still see her like she was at fourteen. Her birthday. Never forget that, that's for damn sure. Not what I expected at all. Perfect timing dropping her ass off. Never coulda' looked at her like a tomboy after that night. Looking at her now…so different.

Shit, last I saw her she was hell of a lot shorter, short hair, not much up top, dressed like a boy and had a bullet wound.

But grown up Jack? Mmmmm. Long legs, long hair, tattoos, fucking sexy as hell, and one hundred percent woman. She's got curves now in all the right places and damned if I didn't spend hours exploring each one.

Get a fucking grip and get under control…she'll be back any minute. This is Jack we're talking about. Remember…she's like a bratty sister…sort of. Fuck that. Ain't no brotherly love that I'm feelin'. Dammit this is Jack you sick fuck. Shouldn't think about her like that. Shit! Who woulda' thought that Big Evil had a conscience?

He heard her footsteps coming and smiled. "Concscience or not, time to turn this shit around."

She walked into the room an he immediately spoke to her which startled her a little.

"Kyra." He literally growled her name.

"What?"

"Can I ask you a question?" He took her silence as a yes. His usually placid face developed a look of wry amusement. "Any chance of getting some food?"

She had an incredulous look on her face. "Food? That's it? That's all you wanted to ask me?" Can't believe he doesn't believe me yet.

"Well, if you must know…YES! You've had me on this bed for how long?" She was getting angry. He could smell it on her, see how her body was tensing up. That's right, stay angry Jack. Hopefully it will help keep my mind out of the gutter.

"Can't believe you're fucking hungry at a time like this. Well, tell you what. I'll just put on my little white apron and whip Big Evil up something to eat."

He was beginning to feel like he was gaining back control despite the restraints. He had taken over and he was going to enjoy watching Jack squirm and try to maneuver herself back into control. Not gonna happen Jack. Then to make matters worse…he looked up at her with the sweetest smile he could muster.

Kyra let out a very unladylike sound between clenched teeth. She was incredibly tempted to shoot him again just for the hell of it. Pissed as he was earlier, he was actually beginning to have fun. Along with playing Jack's favorite game, 'Who's the better killer' fucking with her head was at the top of his list.

She's going to be pissed with me when she finds out I was fucking around with her. But I plan on enjoying every minute of it. Besides, she knows what happens when you rile up the beast in Big Evil and she fucking deserves this.

He couldn't resist pushing her a bit further. He waited until she was almost out of the room before he said anything. "And dessert would be nice, too."

She whipped around glaring at him. "This is NOT a fucking restaurant. You can damn well eat whatever slop I bring you and be grateful that I'm feeding you at all." She left the room and he heard her cursing down the hall,a real grin broke out on his face and he chuckled.

"That's my Jack!"

A few minutes later she heard him yell her name. "Kyra!"

She was fuming. "Like hell I'm answering you."

No response so he yelled again. "Kyra! I'm talking to you."

She wasn't about to respond and her patience was about gone. "He a fucking stubborn prick and I've about had enough. Have I turned into some kind of fucking unrecognizable freak?" She slammed her fist on the counter. "He's too damn cocky all of a sudden. He's got to be planning something."

"KYRA!" He bellowed that time.

"Damn him!"She leaned out the galley door and yelled toward his room."What the FUCK do you want?"

"Bring me a beer!"

"Beer? Fat chance." She grabbed the tray of food and brought him a drink, just not what he wanted. Walking into the room he looked at the contents of the tray and his forehead wrinkled.

"No beer?"

"You're getting old, your memory is going. I drank the last cold ones remember?"

Old? You'll get it for that comment. "Look in the freezer. I have cooler mugs."

"You can fucking drink what I brought you or go thirsty."

"You know….Jack was always happy to take care of me and wait on me. Getting me whatever I wanted."

"What did you just say?"

He ignored her. "Can I have my food?"

She got one of his shivs and ran the tip down the inside of one of his arms...just to get his attention. Then she cut the ropes holding his arms. "Don't even think of trying any shit with me. I won't hesitate to shoot you again."

He sat up and she put the tray at his feet. He looked at the food, pasta, and there was no fork, then he looked back at her. "You gonna feed me?"

"No."

"I need a fork."

"You made me eat like an animal. So can you."

"I have a problem."

"You don't say."

"I need to use the bathroom."

"You need to what?"

"You know...pee. Can't hold it forever."

"Fucking pain in the ass." She grabbed the shiv and paused. "I should leave you here to swim in your own waste. You do what you need to do and get back out here." She cut his bonds, grabbed her gun and stepped back.

He was at the bathroom door when he turned back. "You not gonna watch me Kyra?"

"You'd like it too much. Get going."

"Yes m'am." He shut the bathroom door and laughed to himself. "This is getting fun."

She looked at the bathroom door and scowled. "Fucking prick."

A few minutes later he came back out, at a little of his food then got up with his tray and walked to her. "Here's my tray."

She put the tray right back down in front of him and waved the gun at him to leave the room. "You've got two feet and two hands. Clean them up yourself."

He looked puzzled. "Sure you're Jack? She never made me do the women's work."

"You did NOT just sa-."

He ignored her and walked out of the room to the galley with his tray. She didn't feel like she needed her gun but she put on her boxing weight in case he became troublesome before following him.

She leaned against the wall watching him put his dishes in the sink, his back to her. "You know Kyra, I just don't fucking get it."

She straightened up. "Get what?"

Riddick turned around and walked closer to her. "Why you'd want to pretend to be Jack."

"I'm not fucking pretending. I am Jack."

"Not like it will get you anywhere with me. She was always a pest, kind of like a little love sick puppy dog that just won't leave you alone."

That's it! "Son of a bitch Riddick! I don't even know you anymore! A fucking puppy? Is that all I was to you? I had your sorry back every time and you know it. I didn't spend my days mooning over you, wondering when you might pat my head and tell me what a good fucking kid I was. Women's work you say? I fucking RAN this ship for you. I'd rather piss glass than-."

He interrupted her. "Are you done Kyra?"

"You fucking wish! I'm just getting started. I don't know why I ever thought you were this great thing. Big Evil? Shit! What a fucking joke! Old Man more like it. Why I thou-."

He interrupted her…again. He was growing annoyed. Old Man? Not smart. "Jack? Jack?"

There was no stopping her now. He just leaned back against the counter as she paced and ranted.

"You want to talk about Jack…fine! You know what? You wouldn't recognize Jack if she were a dog humping your leg. You just can't accept what you see in front of you. What do I have to do to get you to see who I am? I've got long hair, curves, tits and wear feminine clothes. So fucking what! Just--"

Time to end this. "JACK!"

She jumped and her mouth dropped open. He got up and pulled her into a big bear hug. He pressed her head to his chest with one hand, stroking her back with the other. She was too stunned to react.

"Wha- What just happened here? Did you call me Jack?"

He gently moved her away from him, just far enough to see her face. He put his hand under her chin to make her look up at him and chuckled. "Only about three times."

"Wh- When?"

"When what? When did I call your name?" He asked innocently.

Exasperated she poked him in the chest. Damn his pecks are hard! Fat lot of good that did! He grunted in response. She knew he barely felt a thing but he was humoring her. "You know damn well what I'm talking about. When did you accept that I was telling the truth. That I'm Jack?"

"Oh, you mean that time." He looked down at her face. She was frowning not finding this funny in the least.

"When you traced my scar, I wasn't quite there yet. Said all the right things but just couldn't see it. You're too fucking different. Then there were your tattoos.

Trying to steady her voice, she prodded him to continue, "..and?"

He picked her chin back up to look at him. "You have them in right where you were shot. I remember you didn't want people to see your scars. That, and you had nagged me to death to get a tattoo but I never let you. Then there's your company; JB&B."

"Was wondering how long it would take you to figure that out."

"Jack B. Badass? Clever Jack."

She smiled for a moment and then her face suddenly turned grave as realization dawned that he had accepted who she was long before he demanded food. He fucking played me.

He felt her tense. Shit. Here it comes.

"Riddick?"

"Yes, Jack?"

She pushed him away from her and narrowed her eyes. He knew that look.

"So what you're telling me is that from the time you realized that I was telling you the truth, all the rest of that shit you threw my way was…?"

"Come on Jack." She took a step forward. He backed up a step.

"Don't 'Jack' me, Riddick." Her voice clipped. "I'm waiting…what was it?"

He smiled. "Fuckin' with your head for fun. What else."

I had to cut him off the bed...sorry! Hated doing it but the story dictates it. So, one little hug and no kisses...yet. As Riddick says, "Just wait."
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