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Author's note: Umm… yeah… sorta, kinda boring chapter… ya know… transitions…
Survival Comes FirstChapter III
Shriiiiiiieeeeek!
Woooop woooop...
Those damned things were driving me crazy with their incessant noise. I sat on the couch, with my hands over my ears. Riddick and I had secured the building, made sure they couldn't get in. It was three hours until dawn, and I was ready for night to be over.
Riddick paced the floor, hands clasped behind his back. We had most of the lights turned on in the loft, so his goggles were securely around his eyes.
I shivered, drew my knees up to my chin, and wrapped my arms around my legs. "Not long to go, not long to go..." I was chanting, but I didn't care. The fear I felt on the other planet was nothing compared to what I was feeling right now. Even if we could kill most of these creatures, how would we kill them all? I still thought that we had taken on more than we could handle, and it would end up killing us both. If that happened, then what was to stop these vicious night crawlers from killing every last living thing on this planet?
I snapped out of my thoughts when I heard Riddick's voice.
"Makin' ya crazy, ain't it?"
I nodded my head, but kept my mouth shut. Squeezing my legs harder, I started to rock slightly back and forth.
"We don't have much longer 'til dawn..."
"Yeah," I whispered. After a few minutes though, the shrieks and woops of the things outside began to get quieter. Riddick walked over to the window, gazed out.
"They're leaving."
It took some time before his words registered. Leaving? I got up and walked to stand beside him at the window. He was right, they were leaving, flying away. I couldn't see them in the dark, but I could hear the beating of their wings as they flew away.
Only ten minutes later, they were gone. The silence that followed was nearly deafening.
"Looks like it's over for the night," Riddick said.
I sucked in a shaky breath. "Thank God." A shudder went through me, and my arms automatically went around myself. Seconds later, another set of arms went around me, and I was instantly warm. "We should get some sleep," I said.
"Uh-uh. I don't wanna sleep." Riddick's soft lips brushed my neck, his hot breath caressed my ear. A soft moan worked its way out of my mouth. One of his hands slipped under my shirt, and the skin against skin contact there made my knees weak.
"Riddick..."
"Hmm?"
I sighed. "We shouldn't do this." Riddick pulled my body against his, ground his hips into me.
"Why shouldn't we?" he asked, still kissing my neck. His hand traveled up, cupped one of my breasts, squeezed.
Thoughts of logic were pushed away by the passion and arousal Riddick stirred in me. I twisted, my hands going to his neck and back, and pulled his mouth to mine. Riddick reached around and grabbed my ass, hoisting me up so I could wrap my legs around his hips. He carried me into the bedroom, falling forward to press me into the bed.
Our clothes were gone in a few moments, and Riddick sat up, stared at my body. I did the same, noting his smooth, flawless skin, the strength in the way he looked at me, and the muscles... dear lord the muscles! I reached up, stroked his chest. He leaned back down, attacked my mouth with such aggression that I couldn't breathe. His hands traveled down, stopped at the junction between my thighs. I moaned loudly, my hips bucked to meet his hand.
"I want you inside me." The words came from my mouth, but I couldn't believe I said them. Riddick's liqueous eyes widened, then he smiled.
The first thrust was quick as he buried himself inside me. Then, slowly, he began pumping in, out, in, out and I matched him thrust for thrust.
My moans became louder as I got closer and closer to the edge of release. Our pace quickened as I felt the sweat break out on my body. Riddick was already glistening, the wetness making him sexier. I was close, and so was he. His eyes were shut tight, and he began grunting. I felt him tense up, and then it hit me. The orgasm rocked my body, made me arch my back as Riddick groaned loudly, his own release filling me. He collapsed on top of me, his breathing heavy.
We fell asleep, Riddick laying half on top of me, half on the bed, me feeling completely safe under him.
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They say there's an illness that occurs with some people. For instance, if a woman gets kidnapped and she falls in love with her kidnapper, it's an illness. Same thing if someone is taken hostage. I've heard it also applies if two people are stuck together in intense situations. As I lay beside Riddick, watching him sleep on his side, I couldn't help but wonder if that was what I suffered from. But, as I let my eyes take in the rest of him, I knew it was him. He made me feels the things I did. Johns had said he belonged in the assholes hall of fame, but being a murderer didn't necessarily make someone an asshole, did it?
Take Jeffery Dahmer: His neighbors, family, they all said he was the most charming man they had ever met. Sweet, kind... and look who he turned out be?
Christ, Carolyn, now you're making excuses for him! I sighed, rolled onto my back. The movement caused Riddick to stir. He turned onto his stomach, threw a secure arm around my chest, pulled me close. I stroked his arm, marveling at the strength that surged beneath the skin. I turned my head to look at him, leaned over and kissed his head.
His eyes flew open, and for a moment, he stared at me like I was somewhere I didn't belong. Then, he blinked, reached up the hand that was across my chest, and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. I caught his hand, kissed his palm. Riddick smiled. "How 'bout a shower?"
"Oh, God, do I need a shower!" I sat up, holding the sheet from the bed around my chest. Riddick turned over, sat up as well. He stretched, groaned. "Rough night?" I asked with a grin.
"Not for me," he answered. He threw his legs over the side of the bed, stood up. I admired the view of his ass from where I still sat. Sighing, I wrapped the sheet around me, crawled off the bed, and followed Riddick into the bathroom. Once inside, he turned around looked at me. "What's this?" he asked, indicating the sheet.
"It's a sheet."
"I know it's a fucking sheet, Carolyn. What's it doin' here?" He grabbed the sheet, tore it from my body.
"Jesus Christ, Riddick. The word modesty mean anything to you?"
He walked up to me, licked his lips. His hands went around my waist. I held back a moment, fixed him with a look. "Don't look at me like that," he said, then leaned in and kissed me deep and hard.
I broke the kiss off, and walked over the shower, turned it on. I stepped under the spray of hot water, closed my against the heat. I felt Riddick step in behind me, so I moved, letting the water hit him.
"Mmmm," he said. We showered quickly, wanting food more than to be clean. I noticed it was somewhere around midafternoon, yet I was still exhausted.
I dropped onto the couch after having dried off, wearing the jeans Riddick had given me and one of his button-down shirts I found. He went into the kitchen, picked up a pan. "Pancakes?"
I yawned, muttering a "sure."
He was standing at the stove, spatula in one hand, when a knock sounded at the door. I jumped off the couch. "Riddick? You expecting someone?"
I saw him glare, a feral glint showing in his eyes. "No one knows where I live. This is under a different name," he said, shaking his head in answer to my question.
The knock sounded again, this time seeming more urgent. Riddick dropped the spatula, tucked a kitchen knife into the back of his jeans, and moved toward the door. I followed at a distance, hoping to whatever god existed that it wasn't Johns.
Riddick stepped up to door, gripped the handle. He shot one last glance back at me, then swung the door open.
I stood, gaping at what lay beyond. A girl, wearing girl's clothing, but with a shaved head, accompanied by a black Muslim. "Jack? Imam? How did you--?"
Jack grinned, ran through the door and launched herself into my arms. I hugged the girl back, surprisingly glad to see her.
"Mr. Riddick," Imam acknowledged. The two men shook hands, then Riddick closed the door.
"How the fuck did you find me?" he asked.
Imam waved a hand at Jack, who had dislodged herself from me and ran to give a squeeze around the waist. He patted her back gently. "Jack found you."
Riddick stared down her, surprise apparent on his face.
"Oh come on, Riddick," she said, a knowing smile creeping to her lips. "Dirk Irchardic? I grew up on the streets. I know all about anagrams."
He smiled appraisingly. Hell, I didn't even know Jack was that smart. "So, what are you guys doing here?"
Imam's smile faded. "Our ship was suppose to leave last night for New Mecca. On the way, we were attacked by a few of those creatures from the planet. We knew we had to find you."
The four of us adjourned into the living area, sat down on the couches. Riddick spoke, explaining what he told me the night before. "There has to be a way to get rid of these bastards for good," he said thoughtfully.
"When is the eclipse?" Imam asked.
"Tomorrow," I answered, the frightening truth finally sinking to me. "That doesn't give us much time to figure this out."
Jack shook her head. "I wish this was all over."
Riddick threw an arm around her shoulders, much like an older brother would. "It'll all be over soon, kid."
I was surprised that I felt a pang of jealousy at the friendly sight. I knew Jack liked Riddick, but she was just a kid. Couldn't have been older than 15... most likely younger. Absorbed in my thoughts, I jumped when Riddick stood up and kissed me.
"Wipe that frown off your face," he demanded, a snide grin forming on his own.
And... I couldn't help it. I giggled like an idiot for a few seconds, until I caught myself. "Aha... sorry." My face was burning, so I knew it was probably bright red.
Imam chuckled, then sniffed the air. "Is something burning?" he asked.
I looked at Riddick. "The pancakes..."
"FUCK!" I watched in fascination as he leapt over the couch and ran into the kitchen, where flames were leaping up from the pan that sat on the stove.
Jack cracked up, her giggles a delightful sound after all we had been through. I joined her, and the two of us sat on the couch, laughing at "Chef Riddick."
It was a great release from the tension we had all been feeling.
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To be continuuuuuuuuuuuued…
End note: I don't usually do well with love scenes, so, uh… be gentle? It stops at a pretty stupid part, I know… but it was a must. **grin**