Across the Hall
Chapter 11
The rest of the day Riddick is all smiles. All he can think about is what he plans on doing to Dayla. Spacing out, he suddenly is snapped back into reality when Dayla and Jack literally come stumbling in with shopping bags and boxes galore. Riddick gets up "Nice to see where my money's going." he says, "Oh shut up and help us tent boy." Jack chimes. With that he takes the stuff out of Dayla's hands "Here baby let me help you." He says as he stakes the bags on to Jack. "Riddick , you fucker! Help me." "Help yourself." He calls back as he pulls Dayla to their bedroom. He immediately starts stripping off his clothes. "Dim lights" He growls as he snatches his goggles off. Dayla kicks off her shoes then sits on the bed. "I think you owe me something," he says seductively as he walks over to her and starts ripping off her clothes, until all she's left with is her bra and panties. He flips her over and slowly rubs from her shoulders down to her waist. He can hear her moan for more. Moving back up her back he unlatches her bra, then flips her over on her back. Removing the bra he looms over her with his muscular frame. While pm his knees he rubs his rough hands once again over her body, stopping at her firm breasts. As if that wasn't getting her hot enough, he leaned down to take her right nipple in his mouth. He then reaches down to remove her underwear, his middle finger slipping inside her. She starts to grind against his digit as he continues down her body with his tongue. Stopping at her clit he flickers his tongue over it. "Oh my god!" she whispers hoarsely. He leans back up then positions himself at her entrance. Looking into her eyes he quickly thrusts inside her. Her body rises a little with initial shock then falls back to the bed. He loved the feeling of her. She fit him like a glove. He slowly thrusts in and out, with deep hard thrusts. She loved this part; she loved having him think he had the upper hand. Moving her legs up more, this gave him deeper penetration, with that he stills. She smiles up at him because she knows it's taking everything he can muster to not cum. He starts up again but with hesitation. He doesn't know how many tricks she has in her bag. "Harder." She whimpers softly in his ear. Without a word his pace takes on a rougher stride. This makes her cry out softly with every thrust. She starts to feel him throb inside her. Leaning up she whispers "I know you're waiting out for me to cum. You don't have to." This takes him to his peak; bucking wildly against her he gives her three more good thrusts before driving it home. She begins to come a long with him. After that he collapses on top of her.
The next morning Jack walks into the den to see Dayla in Riddick's lap feeding him cereal while they're watching T.V. "God, you too make me sick." She spats as she plops down in a chair. Her brown bob-lengthed hair all tussled from the night before and still in her wife beater, boxers, and socks. She swings her lanky legs over the arm of the chair. Her boyish figure slumped in the chair. "So what time are we leaving?" she asks, but Dayla and Riddick are so wrapped up in themselves that they don't even notive Jack. Huffing loudly, Jack clears her throat noisily causing Dayla to jump and turn to her. "Oh Jack I'm sorry, um. we're gonna be leaving this afternoon and make it there by tomorrow evening." "Where are we staying." "My aunt Rita's" "Oh cool, that's the nice one right?" "Yeah she's the only one that never stopped looking for me." "Why didn't you go to stay with her?" A shiver goes through her, making Riddick embrace her tighter. "Cuz I knew Ethan would look for me there, and then kill me and her." Dayla trails off. Riddick shoots jack a 'knock it off with all the questons' look. He kisses her softly on the neck before saying "Okay girls, we need to start packing. I'm going down to the docking port to get the ship ready. I'll be back in a couple of hours. I want you ywo to be packed and ready to go when I come back." "Riddick did you talk to my parole officer like I asked you to?" Dayla asks, "Yes, we had a long talk about the dos and don'ts of fucking with Riddick's girl." "God Riddick, you didn't!" she yells. Jack looks up "What? What happened?" she asks. Riddick walks over to the door to leave out, but stops to say, "Day's parole officer was having a problem with keeping his hands to himself. So I put my hands on him." Jack gets a knowing look on her face before sinking back into the chair. Dayla sits on the sofa with her hand over her mouth in shock, as tears start to well up in her ears "I didn't want you to kill him." "I told you Dayla, I'm not gonna let anything hurt you again." Getting close to her he whispers "Don't you dare cry for him." Jack looks up at the familiarity of his words. Moving away he slams the door behind him causing them to jump.
**Three Hours Later**
Riddick tries to talk to Dayla on the ship but it doesn't help. She dodges him the whole time. It wasn't until that night that he couldn't take it anymore. Dayla was on top of the covers as he lay under them. "Aren't you cold?" he says with a smile "I'll manage." She says through clenched teeth. "Dayla, I had to do it." "Riddick I'm not upset at that. I'm not even mad at you. I'm just tense." "About what?" he says as he wraps her in the covers. "I'm scared of meeting my parents, I'm scared of what they're gonna say when they see me." "If they know anything they'll be happy. There has to be some kind of explanation behind all of this." Pulling her closer to him he feels her hot tears on his arm. He suddenly feels a hot stinging tug at his eyes. He hated seeing her hurt like this, he needed answers. He wanted to know why they would give up something so beautiful and special.
Chapter 11
The rest of the day Riddick is all smiles. All he can think about is what he plans on doing to Dayla. Spacing out, he suddenly is snapped back into reality when Dayla and Jack literally come stumbling in with shopping bags and boxes galore. Riddick gets up "Nice to see where my money's going." he says, "Oh shut up and help us tent boy." Jack chimes. With that he takes the stuff out of Dayla's hands "Here baby let me help you." He says as he stakes the bags on to Jack. "Riddick , you fucker! Help me." "Help yourself." He calls back as he pulls Dayla to their bedroom. He immediately starts stripping off his clothes. "Dim lights" He growls as he snatches his goggles off. Dayla kicks off her shoes then sits on the bed. "I think you owe me something," he says seductively as he walks over to her and starts ripping off her clothes, until all she's left with is her bra and panties. He flips her over and slowly rubs from her shoulders down to her waist. He can hear her moan for more. Moving back up her back he unlatches her bra, then flips her over on her back. Removing the bra he looms over her with his muscular frame. While pm his knees he rubs his rough hands once again over her body, stopping at her firm breasts. As if that wasn't getting her hot enough, he leaned down to take her right nipple in his mouth. He then reaches down to remove her underwear, his middle finger slipping inside her. She starts to grind against his digit as he continues down her body with his tongue. Stopping at her clit he flickers his tongue over it. "Oh my god!" she whispers hoarsely. He leans back up then positions himself at her entrance. Looking into her eyes he quickly thrusts inside her. Her body rises a little with initial shock then falls back to the bed. He loved the feeling of her. She fit him like a glove. He slowly thrusts in and out, with deep hard thrusts. She loved this part; she loved having him think he had the upper hand. Moving her legs up more, this gave him deeper penetration, with that he stills. She smiles up at him because she knows it's taking everything he can muster to not cum. He starts up again but with hesitation. He doesn't know how many tricks she has in her bag. "Harder." She whimpers softly in his ear. Without a word his pace takes on a rougher stride. This makes her cry out softly with every thrust. She starts to feel him throb inside her. Leaning up she whispers "I know you're waiting out for me to cum. You don't have to." This takes him to his peak; bucking wildly against her he gives her three more good thrusts before driving it home. She begins to come a long with him. After that he collapses on top of her.
The next morning Jack walks into the den to see Dayla in Riddick's lap feeding him cereal while they're watching T.V. "God, you too make me sick." She spats as she plops down in a chair. Her brown bob-lengthed hair all tussled from the night before and still in her wife beater, boxers, and socks. She swings her lanky legs over the arm of the chair. Her boyish figure slumped in the chair. "So what time are we leaving?" she asks, but Dayla and Riddick are so wrapped up in themselves that they don't even notive Jack. Huffing loudly, Jack clears her throat noisily causing Dayla to jump and turn to her. "Oh Jack I'm sorry, um. we're gonna be leaving this afternoon and make it there by tomorrow evening." "Where are we staying." "My aunt Rita's" "Oh cool, that's the nice one right?" "Yeah she's the only one that never stopped looking for me." "Why didn't you go to stay with her?" A shiver goes through her, making Riddick embrace her tighter. "Cuz I knew Ethan would look for me there, and then kill me and her." Dayla trails off. Riddick shoots jack a 'knock it off with all the questons' look. He kisses her softly on the neck before saying "Okay girls, we need to start packing. I'm going down to the docking port to get the ship ready. I'll be back in a couple of hours. I want you ywo to be packed and ready to go when I come back." "Riddick did you talk to my parole officer like I asked you to?" Dayla asks, "Yes, we had a long talk about the dos and don'ts of fucking with Riddick's girl." "God Riddick, you didn't!" she yells. Jack looks up "What? What happened?" she asks. Riddick walks over to the door to leave out, but stops to say, "Day's parole officer was having a problem with keeping his hands to himself. So I put my hands on him." Jack gets a knowing look on her face before sinking back into the chair. Dayla sits on the sofa with her hand over her mouth in shock, as tears start to well up in her ears "I didn't want you to kill him." "I told you Dayla, I'm not gonna let anything hurt you again." Getting close to her he whispers "Don't you dare cry for him." Jack looks up at the familiarity of his words. Moving away he slams the door behind him causing them to jump.
**Three Hours Later**
Riddick tries to talk to Dayla on the ship but it doesn't help. She dodges him the whole time. It wasn't until that night that he couldn't take it anymore. Dayla was on top of the covers as he lay under them. "Aren't you cold?" he says with a smile "I'll manage." She says through clenched teeth. "Dayla, I had to do it." "Riddick I'm not upset at that. I'm not even mad at you. I'm just tense." "About what?" he says as he wraps her in the covers. "I'm scared of meeting my parents, I'm scared of what they're gonna say when they see me." "If they know anything they'll be happy. There has to be some kind of explanation behind all of this." Pulling her closer to him he feels her hot tears on his arm. He suddenly feels a hot stinging tug at his eyes. He hated seeing her hurt like this, he needed answers. He wanted to know why they would give up something so beautiful and special.
