Chapter 16
That night Gillian went to bed early. She couldn't stand the sight of Riddick over the dinner table anymore. She made a little pallet on the foot of the bed, once more, determined to never sleep with Richard B. Riddick again. The bedroom door opened, Gillian lay still, pretending to be asleep as she stalked across the room. Soon the sound of him undressing made her breathe easier. Minutes later he roared, "Gillian!" Biting back a smile at his response, Gillian rolled over to eye him coolly. "What?" "Get back in my bed!" "Why?" "Because I said so, that's why" "No" "WHAT?" "I don't want to sleep with you. Go away and leave me alone." Gillian started to turn away from him, but found herself being lifted off the floor instead. As if she weighed nothing more than a feather, Riddick hoisted her into his arms and tossed her on the bed. She scrambled to leave it. "NOPE!" Riddick commanded, one of his arms was snaked around her and one of his legs entagled with her own. Gillian was trapped. She drew in a jagged breath as he moved over her. He opened his mouth as if to talk, but then it came down on hers; warm, forceful, and anxious. She wanted to wrap her arms and legs around him, but he kept her still beneath him while his kisses grew more untamed and erotic. Aggravated, Gillian lifted her hips, and he groaned, pushing his stiff member alongside her stomach.. Gasping in heated anticipation, she shifted, trying to position herself to receive him, but in the next moment he was gone, releasing her hands and rolling away from her to jump from the bed. A low sigh protest escaped her before Gillian could stop it. Swallowing hard, she struggled to shake his touch from his senses. "Please stop." "What?" he said puzzled. "Stop punishing me, I need you. I need you so bad." She pleaded. He turned to look at her. "Is that what you think I'm doing. Punishing you?" She got up and slid to the edge of the mattress. "Aren't you?" "No! I'm done with all that. It's just....I don't wana get you pregnant." "What? Why?" She was so confused at this point she didn't know what to do. "So many woman die in childbirth. Plus what about our gene pool. Tha kid wouldn't have a chance in this life." "Riddick, you're kidding right?" "No." "You can't really believe that." "What do you mean." "You of all people should know that not all women die in child birth. And it's not proven that the parents' gene pool affects the child's behavior." Gillian went over to Riddick on the other side of the bed and got between his legs. "Riddick, I'd be so happy if we had a baby." Gillian was suddenly aware of her position, He was still naked, his legs parted, and directly ahead was the tool of her craving that could so willingly give her what she wanted. While she watched, it grew and rose before her. Riddick mumbled a protest, but Gillian ignored it. Sliding her palms along side his inner thighs as she leaned forward. When she put her mouth on him, his denial dissolved into a growl. He fell back on the bed, pulling her with him and said softly, "Gillian, if you want a baby, this isn't the way to go about it.
Gillian was a woman with a mission. Although she had her way with her husband, she could see he still needed some coaxing. She was determined to show him just how much he needed a baby in his life. Every time she saw him that day she would mention something about babies, children, or Sara. The nights had not convinced him of anything but his own lack of discipline. He had let his second head rule his first one. He walked around with a grim expression on his face; Gillian would only tease him until he cracked a smile. In the light of day she was so vibrant and full of life, it was hard to think that something could threaten her life. Especially something so common as childbirth. He needed time to think. Jean and Riddick had made up since their little spat. They had to, there was no way they would survive with Gillian and Jack being in cahoots. All the talk about babies made Jack start pressing Jean for another baby. One night they all decided to have a nice quiet evening at home, dinner in front of the TV and movies. The girls picked out the movies. The selections were, "Look Who's Talking", "Look Who's Talking Too, and "Nine Months." The coincidence wasn't incidental, but Jean and Riddick decided to bare it. Jack and Jean we snuggled together in one sofa while Gillian and Riddick sat side by side like two high schoolers scared to touch one another. Gillian watched as Jean nibbled on Jack's neck and she was jealous. As if Riddick read her mind he reached over and took her hand in his. Startled, she stared at him for a moment. She smiled at him and she could of sworn he smiled back, but wasn't so sure. They turned away and watched the movie. She knew Riddick wasn't into all that mushy stuff, so she was ecstatic just to get him to touch her outside of their bedroom. Jack kept giggling in the background but Gillian wasn't so jealousy anymore. She was happy with what Riddick gave her, he gave her his hand, and she cherished that moment for all it was in her mind.
By the third movie Jean and Jack went to their room, and Gillian was passed out on the sofa. She looked so angelic when she slept. Riddick stopped the movie then proceeded to carry his bride up to their room. He undressed her and put her in a gown and laid her next to him in bed. For the longest time he watched her as she slept. When he finally fell asleep his dreams drifted to Gillian. She was just as beautiful as in her dreams as she was lying next to him. The next morning when he woke up he had a smile on his face that even startled him. He leaned over to look once more into her face, bending down he pressed his lips gently to hers making her eyes flutter open. She was stunned to have him so close, especially in the morning. He was usually gone and not to been seen till lunch. "Riddick?" she muttered. "Who'd you think it was? Jarvis?" he said half jokingly and half serious. She blinked at the comment, and he regretted the words instantly. She tried to turn and move from the bed, "I should take a shower." She said weakly. "Gill, I'm sorry. I didn't mean that." She froze at the edge of the bed. 'Riddick is sorry? And did he just call me Gill?' Gillian thought. She sunk back in bed. "Gill we need to talk." She looked confused at first but listened closely. "I love you." He blurted out. This totally caught her off guard. "What? When did this happen?" "I'm not sure. All I know is that when I was looking at you last night and this morning I realized that I love you and I'm not afraid anymore to tell you. You're everything I need in this life and beyond." She sat there stunned to pieces. This wasn't happening. He silence began to scare Riddick. "Gill, you think you could say something? I'm working my ass off here." A deep smile began to form over her lips. "Riddick I love you too." He then pulled her into a deep embrace. "Does this mean we can have a baby?" she asked warily. "Don't push it." He grinned.
Jack sat back with a satisfied look on her face as Gillian and Riddick sat very close to each other at the breakfast table, something they never did. Jack knew something was up when Riddick came down stairs with Gillian for breakfast. He never had time for breakfast. The second thing that set it off was the way Riddick was toward Gillian. Jack had to do a double take when he let her chair out for her, and when he called her 'baby' and 'honey'. What was that about? Jack was about to say something about it but Roman came in and said, "Mr. Riddick, we have a visitor." Riddick nodded tot her servant then told him to send the person in. Minutes later Roman came back with a man.. He was of medium build and height, with black hair, and gray eyes. "Hi. How are you all? I'm so sorry to disturb you while you're having your breakfast." The man spoke as if he were speaking to everyone but looked directly at Gillian causing her to look away. "What do you want?" Riddick asked. Instead of answering him, the man turned toward her. "Gillian, don't you remember me?" Stunned, Gillian sent Riddick a cautious look, "No. I don't know you.." "I'm hurt," he said, clutching his chest dramatically. "I know it's been awhile but..." "Who are you?" Riddick's angry tone rang out over the room. "Gillian, I know you recognize me," he said, spreading out his arms in embellished plea. "It's Harry, your brother."
That night Gillian went to bed early. She couldn't stand the sight of Riddick over the dinner table anymore. She made a little pallet on the foot of the bed, once more, determined to never sleep with Richard B. Riddick again. The bedroom door opened, Gillian lay still, pretending to be asleep as she stalked across the room. Soon the sound of him undressing made her breathe easier. Minutes later he roared, "Gillian!" Biting back a smile at his response, Gillian rolled over to eye him coolly. "What?" "Get back in my bed!" "Why?" "Because I said so, that's why" "No" "WHAT?" "I don't want to sleep with you. Go away and leave me alone." Gillian started to turn away from him, but found herself being lifted off the floor instead. As if she weighed nothing more than a feather, Riddick hoisted her into his arms and tossed her on the bed. She scrambled to leave it. "NOPE!" Riddick commanded, one of his arms was snaked around her and one of his legs entagled with her own. Gillian was trapped. She drew in a jagged breath as he moved over her. He opened his mouth as if to talk, but then it came down on hers; warm, forceful, and anxious. She wanted to wrap her arms and legs around him, but he kept her still beneath him while his kisses grew more untamed and erotic. Aggravated, Gillian lifted her hips, and he groaned, pushing his stiff member alongside her stomach.. Gasping in heated anticipation, she shifted, trying to position herself to receive him, but in the next moment he was gone, releasing her hands and rolling away from her to jump from the bed. A low sigh protest escaped her before Gillian could stop it. Swallowing hard, she struggled to shake his touch from his senses. "Please stop." "What?" he said puzzled. "Stop punishing me, I need you. I need you so bad." She pleaded. He turned to look at her. "Is that what you think I'm doing. Punishing you?" She got up and slid to the edge of the mattress. "Aren't you?" "No! I'm done with all that. It's just....I don't wana get you pregnant." "What? Why?" She was so confused at this point she didn't know what to do. "So many woman die in childbirth. Plus what about our gene pool. Tha kid wouldn't have a chance in this life." "Riddick, you're kidding right?" "No." "You can't really believe that." "What do you mean." "You of all people should know that not all women die in child birth. And it's not proven that the parents' gene pool affects the child's behavior." Gillian went over to Riddick on the other side of the bed and got between his legs. "Riddick, I'd be so happy if we had a baby." Gillian was suddenly aware of her position, He was still naked, his legs parted, and directly ahead was the tool of her craving that could so willingly give her what she wanted. While she watched, it grew and rose before her. Riddick mumbled a protest, but Gillian ignored it. Sliding her palms along side his inner thighs as she leaned forward. When she put her mouth on him, his denial dissolved into a growl. He fell back on the bed, pulling her with him and said softly, "Gillian, if you want a baby, this isn't the way to go about it.
Gillian was a woman with a mission. Although she had her way with her husband, she could see he still needed some coaxing. She was determined to show him just how much he needed a baby in his life. Every time she saw him that day she would mention something about babies, children, or Sara. The nights had not convinced him of anything but his own lack of discipline. He had let his second head rule his first one. He walked around with a grim expression on his face; Gillian would only tease him until he cracked a smile. In the light of day she was so vibrant and full of life, it was hard to think that something could threaten her life. Especially something so common as childbirth. He needed time to think. Jean and Riddick had made up since their little spat. They had to, there was no way they would survive with Gillian and Jack being in cahoots. All the talk about babies made Jack start pressing Jean for another baby. One night they all decided to have a nice quiet evening at home, dinner in front of the TV and movies. The girls picked out the movies. The selections were, "Look Who's Talking", "Look Who's Talking Too, and "Nine Months." The coincidence wasn't incidental, but Jean and Riddick decided to bare it. Jack and Jean we snuggled together in one sofa while Gillian and Riddick sat side by side like two high schoolers scared to touch one another. Gillian watched as Jean nibbled on Jack's neck and she was jealous. As if Riddick read her mind he reached over and took her hand in his. Startled, she stared at him for a moment. She smiled at him and she could of sworn he smiled back, but wasn't so sure. They turned away and watched the movie. She knew Riddick wasn't into all that mushy stuff, so she was ecstatic just to get him to touch her outside of their bedroom. Jack kept giggling in the background but Gillian wasn't so jealousy anymore. She was happy with what Riddick gave her, he gave her his hand, and she cherished that moment for all it was in her mind.
By the third movie Jean and Jack went to their room, and Gillian was passed out on the sofa. She looked so angelic when she slept. Riddick stopped the movie then proceeded to carry his bride up to their room. He undressed her and put her in a gown and laid her next to him in bed. For the longest time he watched her as she slept. When he finally fell asleep his dreams drifted to Gillian. She was just as beautiful as in her dreams as she was lying next to him. The next morning when he woke up he had a smile on his face that even startled him. He leaned over to look once more into her face, bending down he pressed his lips gently to hers making her eyes flutter open. She was stunned to have him so close, especially in the morning. He was usually gone and not to been seen till lunch. "Riddick?" she muttered. "Who'd you think it was? Jarvis?" he said half jokingly and half serious. She blinked at the comment, and he regretted the words instantly. She tried to turn and move from the bed, "I should take a shower." She said weakly. "Gill, I'm sorry. I didn't mean that." She froze at the edge of the bed. 'Riddick is sorry? And did he just call me Gill?' Gillian thought. She sunk back in bed. "Gill we need to talk." She looked confused at first but listened closely. "I love you." He blurted out. This totally caught her off guard. "What? When did this happen?" "I'm not sure. All I know is that when I was looking at you last night and this morning I realized that I love you and I'm not afraid anymore to tell you. You're everything I need in this life and beyond." She sat there stunned to pieces. This wasn't happening. He silence began to scare Riddick. "Gill, you think you could say something? I'm working my ass off here." A deep smile began to form over her lips. "Riddick I love you too." He then pulled her into a deep embrace. "Does this mean we can have a baby?" she asked warily. "Don't push it." He grinned.
Jack sat back with a satisfied look on her face as Gillian and Riddick sat very close to each other at the breakfast table, something they never did. Jack knew something was up when Riddick came down stairs with Gillian for breakfast. He never had time for breakfast. The second thing that set it off was the way Riddick was toward Gillian. Jack had to do a double take when he let her chair out for her, and when he called her 'baby' and 'honey'. What was that about? Jack was about to say something about it but Roman came in and said, "Mr. Riddick, we have a visitor." Riddick nodded tot her servant then told him to send the person in. Minutes later Roman came back with a man.. He was of medium build and height, with black hair, and gray eyes. "Hi. How are you all? I'm so sorry to disturb you while you're having your breakfast." The man spoke as if he were speaking to everyone but looked directly at Gillian causing her to look away. "What do you want?" Riddick asked. Instead of answering him, the man turned toward her. "Gillian, don't you remember me?" Stunned, Gillian sent Riddick a cautious look, "No. I don't know you.." "I'm hurt," he said, clutching his chest dramatically. "I know it's been awhile but..." "Who are you?" Riddick's angry tone rang out over the room. "Gillian, I know you recognize me," he said, spreading out his arms in embellished plea. "It's Harry, your brother."