At first, Jack couldn't believe that she was hanging over his shoulder looking down at the deck. That disbelief quickly turned to complete outrage. This was too much. She started to pound his back with sharp jabs, her whole body thrown into the effort of getting down. It wasn't working. He ignored her punches as much as he did her hollering. It was becoming increasing difficult not to notice the way his buttocks flexed as he walked, the way the muscles in his thighs contracted. For some reason, this made her even more furious.
When they reached the bathroom and he thumped her down in the shower stall, she attempted to kick him. He just held her down and turned freezing cold water on her, laughing as she struggled. His massive hands covering the top of her head.
"You wanna play with the big boys----"
"If I find a big boy, I'll play with him." She sneered pointedly at his exposed penis through the streams of cold water.
Riddick hauled her up and pinned her against the wall. He stepped into the small area and leaned down over her, his lips brushing her ear. "Really? And what games would you play?" The cold water ran down over his bare chest, rivers dancing over his golden skin.
She suddenly became very conscious of the fact that her near naked state in combination with his complete nudity made comments like her last one, a bit too dangerous. "Get off me, you ape." She mustered as much disdain as she possibly could.
"I'm not on you----yet." He did let her go and backed up a few paces. She tried to slip past him but a thick arm shot out and prevented her escape.
"Look------" He paused and chewed on his lower lip a moment as Jack turned to meet his gaze. "This is finished. Do you understand? You will not try to put me back in that fucking cell." Every word said slowly and carefully.
She stared up at his face, water tinged with blood pouring down.
"I have to." It was nothing more than a whisper.
She felt ripped up inside. This man didn't seem to be the villain that she'd always thought him to be but she'd come too far now. There was nothing else she could do.
He continued to bore holes through her with his shining eyes and said nothing.
A heavy weight rolled in Jack's stomach and for a second she thought she might throw up. Riddick was probably going to kill her now.
Riddick looked down at Jack's dismal form. Shaking in the cold water, her defiant eyes. The desperation in her voice had really hit him hard. She'd obviously made a choice that she couldn't find her way out of.
Do her now?
His hand went to the water control and adjusted it for warmth while he absently considered the best way to ----- shit! He just couldn't imagine doing it. This woman ------- she'd gotten under his skin. The guts it took to face him down, the stamina to have made something of herself with such a crappy beginning. And then, there was that spark that she'd given him moments ago in her bed. He mentally kicked himself for wishing something more exciting would happen in his life.
"I'll make you a deal." A low rumble in his chest. He couldn't believe he was doing this.
Her eyes lit up. "What kinda deal?"
"You give me one week. One week to show you that you're wrong about me." He moved his arm to let her go.
Both hands came up to push wet strands of hair back off her face. "What if I'm right?"
Her exposed breasts momentarily distracted him when her arms lifted. The soaking bra was completely transparent. His eyes shifted down quickly and took in the dark thatch of hair visible through her panties. Hmmm.
"Hey, perv! I'm up here!" She gestured to her head.
He smiled wickedly and drawled. "Oh yeah, you're up here and down there. You're everywhere."
"What if, at the end of the week, I still think you belong in Slam City." She was workin' real hard to ignore his innuendoes.
He picked up a cloth and turned his back to her. Letting the hot water pound on his head and face. Thinking. Good question, what then?
"Then, you take your best shot." He wasn't planning on letting shit get that outta control.
"One week?"
"That's what I said." He growled.
"Okay, it's a deal but nothin' you do is gonna change my mind."
"Hmmm. I guess we'll have to see about that."
"And you stay the hell out of my bed." Her eyes on fire, she spun around to make her exit from the shower stall and Riddick turned to watch her go. May as well catch the show from the back he thought humorously.
She took two steps and then slid in a patch of bloody water, her arms flailing and a little scream coming out of her. He didn't think, he just reacted and caught her up in his arms, pulling her back under the spray.
"I don't know how you expect me to stay outta your bed when you keep throwing yourself at me." He breathed in her ear.
"You wish!" She retorted sarcastically.
Riddick moved both hands down to her hips and pressed their lower bodies together. He could feel himself getting hard. "Oh yeah, I wish." A low growl against her shoulder. Then he flicked his tongue over her skin, his heat contrasting with her chill. He picked up bra strap in his teeth and gently dragged it down, smiling at her lack of resistance. Moving one hand over the sleek muscle of her stomach, he dipped just under the waist of her panties.
A sharp elbow to his ribs stopped him from going any further. Jack broke away from his embrace and stalked very carefully out of the bathroom, leaving puddled footprints behind.
Too fast. Next time he'd go slower he promised himself as he enjoyed the sway of her hips.
She practically ran to her cabin. Oh my God! What the hell had that been? She'd been completely spineless back there. Trying to concentrate on the deal that she'd made, as she paced the room, but her mind kept returning to the feel of his hands on her body, his lips and tongue. Oh Christ, she was in trouble.
"Trouble. Oh that's a fucking understatement." She muttered to herself as she dried off and got dressed. Should she keep her end of the deal? Upside down, brushing out her hair, she decided that breaking the deal would probably get her killed. She'd made three failed attempts to lock him up and he'd not even retaliated but if she tried after agreeing to this ludicrous cease-fire he might ----- would he kill her? Could he?
She twisted her hair up into a knot. So far, all he'd done was get all mushy with her. Cooking for her, climbing into bed with her and then that little shower scene. She shivered thinking about how difficult it had been to walk away from those hands, from that hard body. She mentally shook herself. Snap out of it! It shouldn't be too damn hard to avoid him for a week and by then she'd have a great plan worked out. No problem.
It wasn't a problem until he started cooking dinner. The smells wafting down the corridor were practically killing her. She hadn't eaten for two days now and was really feeling it, her stomach prompting her towards the kitchen.
He was mixing some tofu and vegetables in a pan. She'd deliberately installed a real food kitchen so that she wouldn't have to live off of vacuum packs and now it was biting her in the ass. She didn't even try to resist.
"Are you making some for me?" She tried to look uninterested but the grumbling from her stomach gave her away.
Riddick looked down at her talking midsection and nodded. "Awful nice of you to provide us with fresh food. I don't usually get this luxury."
"Well, here at SpaceTrans Jack we like to make our passengers as comfortable as possible." She replied flippantly.
A short chuckled from Riddick. "Ah, the lady has a sense of humor."
"I've got a fanfuckingtastic sense of humor. How could you miss it?" Rolling her eyes.
"Guess I was unconscious at the time." He smirked.
He dished the food out onto plates and moved to the galley table. She joined him, moving in a wide circle around him and sat as far as the table would allow. He raised his eyebrows at her obvious attempt to distance herself but ate without comment. After the meal he cleaned up without saying anything and left her sitting alone. She was puzzled. Isn't this where he was suppose to tell her what a hard life he'd had and how she shouldn't blame him for being a badass, how she should wanna help him.
It took another few minutes of wondering before her curiosity got the better of her and she went looking for him.
She shouldn't have. She should've just gone back to her cabin and started working on her plan. Boy oh boy!
Riddick had stripped down to a pair of body hugging shorts and was waiting for the clothing recycler to fix and wash his clothes. He leaned against the wall with arms folded over his well-defined chest, abdominal muscles rippled down to the low waist of his shorts. Jack's eyes traveled over the bulge at his crotch and down to long sculpted legs. This was the first time she'd had a chance to look at him without there being a conflict of some sort. He was ------
She moaned inwardly. Why did he have to look like a goddamned ------ a goddamned piece of art. It wasn't fair.
"See anything you like?" Riddick asked suggestively, breaking her out of the trance she'd been in.
"Just making sure you weren't doing anything dangerous." Trying to sound normal.
"Hmmm." Pushing himself off the wall, he walked towards her, his eyes flashing in the low overhead lighting.
Run! Her mind was screaming but her traitorous body just stood there.
