Chapter 17:
Jack closed her eyes, oh god, what was he asking for?
"Jack" his voice was a whisper.
She looked down, not wanting to see what his eyes held. His fingers played along her collarbone.
"Jack, look at me." His voice was demanding.
She looked up at him, his face was soft, inviting, trusting, his eyes though, they betrayed the truth, she could see the
passion clearly visible in his shinning eyes. She looked away, what was he doing, why her, why now?
He watched her look away, confusion etched on her face, she didn't know what she wanted. He gave a small grin and cupped her
face with one hand, and gently tilted it up to make her look at him. He leaned down and gently kissed her.
Jack could feel the emotion behind the soft kiss and the heat behind it, she started to loose herself in the sensations, his
hands slowly moved from her chin down to her neck, his other one reached down to her hip and lower back, pulling her closer
to him. She sighed and deepened the kiss, leaning into him, trying to close the slight gap that was left between their
bodies. His fingers played along her hip, brushing carefully, softly.
"Jack" he whispered gently, his breath warm against her mouth.
At the sound of her name she snapped back to reality, what was she doing? He didn't love her, he just wanted her. Oh god.
She moaned slightly. She pushed him back and looked at him.
Riddick watched her pull back and then push herself away from him. "Jack? What's wrong?"
"Oh god. I can't do this. You don't love me." She watched his face slowly melt into the deadpan that he normally wore. In
that she got the truth. She pushed away from the wall and him, rushing into her room, locking the door as she held back a
sob. She quickly locked the other door remembering last time.
Riddick stood watching where she had just left. What the hell happened? Where the hell did love get involved in this? Fuck.
He screwed up, big time. Now what was he going to do.
She collapsed on her bed, trying not to cry as she put her fingers to her lips. She could still feel him, taste him. She
looked around franticly, she couldn't stay here, not anymore. She grabbed her bag and started to pack, she'd leave as soon
as she could.
Okay.. Now, I promise, it will get better.. eventually.. I do have an idea in mind..
Jack closed her eyes, oh god, what was he asking for?
"Jack" his voice was a whisper.
She looked down, not wanting to see what his eyes held. His fingers played along her collarbone.
"Jack, look at me." His voice was demanding.
She looked up at him, his face was soft, inviting, trusting, his eyes though, they betrayed the truth, she could see the
passion clearly visible in his shinning eyes. She looked away, what was he doing, why her, why now?
He watched her look away, confusion etched on her face, she didn't know what she wanted. He gave a small grin and cupped her
face with one hand, and gently tilted it up to make her look at him. He leaned down and gently kissed her.
Jack could feel the emotion behind the soft kiss and the heat behind it, she started to loose herself in the sensations, his
hands slowly moved from her chin down to her neck, his other one reached down to her hip and lower back, pulling her closer
to him. She sighed and deepened the kiss, leaning into him, trying to close the slight gap that was left between their
bodies. His fingers played along her hip, brushing carefully, softly.
"Jack" he whispered gently, his breath warm against her mouth.
At the sound of her name she snapped back to reality, what was she doing? He didn't love her, he just wanted her. Oh god.
She moaned slightly. She pushed him back and looked at him.
Riddick watched her pull back and then push herself away from him. "Jack? What's wrong?"
"Oh god. I can't do this. You don't love me." She watched his face slowly melt into the deadpan that he normally wore. In
that she got the truth. She pushed away from the wall and him, rushing into her room, locking the door as she held back a
sob. She quickly locked the other door remembering last time.
Riddick stood watching where she had just left. What the hell happened? Where the hell did love get involved in this? Fuck.
He screwed up, big time. Now what was he going to do.
She collapsed on her bed, trying not to cry as she put her fingers to her lips. She could still feel him, taste him. She
looked around franticly, she couldn't stay here, not anymore. She grabbed her bag and started to pack, she'd leave as soon
as she could.
Okay.. Now, I promise, it will get better.. eventually.. I do have an idea in mind..