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CH. 8
They left early in the morning with her car; there was quite a lot of road to travel. When they arrived, she immediately jumped out of the car. Breathing deeply of the fresh morning air. She looked all around; she loved this place, so quiet, so beautiful. Riddick followed her, looking around too. "This is our future," explained fiery Stephanie. "Once we have finished all the work, this will be our second clinic, for the big animal's rehabilitation," she said proudly. She showed him all the terrain and also the building they were tidying up. She explained to him all about her projects. She talked so enthusiastically of the whole thing that she forgot about everything else. Riddick observed her and watched all around, hearing her explanations, then stared at her. She was so sexy, with her red cheeks and her eyes shining from fresh morning air, her golden soft, long hair ruffled by the wind. So wild, so attractive, he thought, leaning his head barely to one side. "So..." she was ending her explanation, "you've got two possibilities, Riddick: one is just to sit down on a side and watch me while I'm working..." This was not a bad one, thought Riddick with a lazy smile. She seemed to read his thoughts, because she gave him a warning look, but she continued, "The second is to work with me. If you're not afraid to ruin your nice shoes and your refined dress..." ended Stephanie in a provoking tone with an innocent smile on her face. He wore very casual clothes that morning, a blue shirt, under which he wore a beige sleeveless t-shirt, working trousers with combat boots, and work goggles. She knew he was a man who would never back down from a challenge. It had been like this years before, but also because he'd been forced to do it. She didn't wait for his answer. She turned and started to unload her trunk full of materials she'd brought. They were too heavy for her, but she would never admit it to him. He watched her for a while, than took off his shirt and started silently to help her. They worked side by side all day long, sometimes chatting. A little radio she had carried with her played some music. They stopped only to eat briefly and then continued working, painting the building's interior wall, until it was sunset.
"Uh...That's enough for today," she finally said, stretching her body and throwing the paintbrush inside the bucket. He watched her stretching. She was very sinuous, like a cat. Then he did the same, throwing the paintbrush into the bucket near by her. It was at this moment that she noticed something shiny peaking out a little from his back pocket. It was a knife! She immediately turned her face and looked toward the wall, hoping he hadn't noticed her discover his knife. She was confused, what she'd seen had made her think. In the meanwhile, she hadn't noticed he'd come so near to her. When she did see him, she moved back instinctively, knocking against another bucket. She was going to fall down, if he hadn't grabbed her with a swift move. Stephanie immediately freed herself from his hold, trying to do it with carelessness, and walked toward the exit. He wasn't fooled. With a swift move, he stopped her, standing between Stephanie and the exit so that she couldn't get out of there. "Please, let me pass," she said quietly. "It has been all day that you've been avoiding me like I had the plague. Even if I only try draw near to you, you jump back." He continued, "Tell me, what are you afraid of, Stephanie," he asked her with a quizzical look. Yes, she was afraid, no better, confused. "Nothing. You're dreaming. Let me go," she said now, firmly, trying to pass him, but he moved again, not allowing her to exit. He was in front of the door, blocking it with his imposing body. He was looking into her eyes. "Why don't I believe you," he asked. "C'mon let me go, it's late, it's becoming dark and I don't wanna stay isolated out here with..." She bit her tongue too late. She lowered her eyes. Heck Stephanie! You really talk too much! Naturally the story about it getting dark was stupid, she realised, especially when he was with her. But all the rest was true. What could have happened to her? Did she trust him? If so, how much? She didn't know. He was still a murderer and she knew next to nothing about him, his past, or what he'd done in those last five years. He had reappeared in her life so suddenly and in such a way, that it made her suspicious. Besides that, she still felt uneasy because of what had happened between them at the party even if she'd repeated to herself thousand times that she'd been drunk that night. She was upset, mostly with herself, because, in spite of all, she still felt this incredible attraction toward him, which was insane, she thought.
"With? Please, finish your thought. It's interesting," he said with a dangerously calm tone in his voice. He took off his goggles. There was not much light now. His eyes, darker than usual, stared at her, tightening his jaw. He looked so calm but she knew he had to be angry. He leaned against the door folding his arms. "Don't know, can't remember what I wanted to say..." she lied trying to avoid a conflict. "With...me? It's that, isn't it," he guessed nonchalantly. "You don't want to be alone with me. It's a bit late to think about it this, don't you think, Ephie?" He was right. But all day, she'd thought only of her work, avoiding looking at him. But now, in the sunset, when all became dark, everything was different. "Do I scare you," he asked calmly but firmly. Now approaching her with his predator look, a dangerous shine in his eyes. She started to move back instinctively. "Yes, when you look at me in such a way," she found the strength to say. "That's not an answer". "If you want another one, ask someone else," she replied toughly trying again to pass him unsuccessfully. "Did I say you could go anywhere Ephie?" She stopped, lifting her eyes up to meet his gaze. "You think I've come here to kill you," Riddick asked, starting again to walk toward her.
"It entered my mind," thinking that maybe having admitting to it would calm him down, and give her time to think of something. "I asked what you thought," He emphasized, but stopped approaching. "Yes, I did think that you wanted to kill me," she said with a deep breath, holding his gaze. He seemed to think about her words for a while. "Ok, But why wait til now? I mean, I could have killed you immediately..." He was playing her like a cat with a mouse. He liked to scare her and he was doing it very well. Stephanie swallowed. She decided to counter-attack. "Maybe you were looking for a more comfortable way to do it," she said. Her mind was fixed on his knife, she had accidentally saw before. He smiled. Now that she was playing too, the game stimulated him. "Yeah.maybe," he started to turn around her to study her reactions. She stayed still, feeling his eyes upon her. "Maybe...from the backside with a blow to your head. Or maybe...with some poison...in some water," he ended in a seductive voice with a quizzical look. She widened her eyes, thinking of the water she drank during the day. She hadn't thought of this! Damn Riddick! Now she was really scared! A small intake of breath, told her he'd smiled at her reaction. Cool. Be cool, Stephanie repeated to herself. "But this...wouldn't be your style. You like direct contact with your victims," said Stephanie realising too late that she'd given voice to her thoughts. She bit her lip in consternation. "Right," he smiled again dangerously agreeing to her words. His eyes shined. Stephanie was seriously scared now. She clenched her fists. He was still right behind her shoulders and noticed it. "So maybe...with my hands... strangling you," and from the back he put his hands around her throat against her soft skin. Stephanie closed her eyes and breathed slowly to calm down, not moving. He could feel under his long tanned fingers the beat of her heart running faster. His lips bent in a smile. The hands were just there, menacing, without tightening around her flesh. She held her breath. "Not very original," she tried to say to relax the tension, and moving the attention back on him. "No," he paused, "you're right." He slowly loosened his hold. She breathed deeply now. He was still behind her. She lifted her eyes and saw the exit door free. She watched it for a while. How far could it be? She mentally calculated the distance from it and how to go, and when she was ready to start. "Don't even think about that," he anticipated her as if reading her mind. It all happened so fast; she tried to run toward the door, but he immediately grasped her arm and with one leg made her fall down to the floor immobilising her underneath his body. His hands held Stephanie's wrist over her head. His powerful body with his weight, held her prisoner under him. She panted lightly. Suddenly a dangerous light flared in his eyes. "With a shiv! Why I didn't think about it before," he said in a triumphant tone staring at her as to monitor her reaction. She shivered, her fear rising to the surface. She had to be calm, but it wasn't easy in this situation. "Exactly," she said with her last ounce of strength, calmly trying to free herself from his hold unsuccessfully. He was much stronger than her and her attempt excited him more. "Unfortunately, we don't have gin or mint to offer you later," she said continuing her struggle to free herself from his hands. He stopped. Stared her for a while and suddenly started to laugh, a deep, sensual, sincere laugh, exciting, dangerous. It made her shiver. Then he became serious again. "Cute sense of humour, I like it." He paused. Still gazing at her, with his eyes sparkling in the darkness like marvellous diamonds, she felt so nervous. He was so fascinating, magnetic, and yet so dangerous. What ever was he thinking? "My little cat, Ephie..." he said in a very seductive tone. " What am I doing with you?" Then he moved to hold both her wrists with one hand. With one hand free, he started a long slow, delicate caress along her neck with his fingers. Now the atmosphere had changed, the air full of electricity. Stephanie's throat was dry. Still gazing at him, she ran the tip of her tongue over her lips. His lips silently curved in a smile at her gesture. His finger continued its trail to her collarbone. It was so light, so simple and yet, so exciting... Her mind wouldn't work coherently; she was overcome by the sensations her body was sending to her. "Leave me," she said offering one last protest.
"That doesn't look like what your body is saying to me..." he told her quietly, staring her. He leaned towards her and kissed her softly. It was a surprise, after all this tension, that kiss shook her up. He raised his head up a little just enough to meet her eyes, a little intimate smile on his lips. His eyes were dark as night and full of passion. He kissed her again more intensely. He left her lips, only to trail them along her chin; then along her neck, then he came back to her mouth. It was delicious torture. He provoked her, caressing her lips with his, then moving away from her, waiting so that she tried to raise her head up to join his lips again, but not being able, because he still held her wrists over her head. Her heart pounding so fast, she thought it would explode. He leaned down close to her, their mouths within inches of each other. She could feel his hot breath against her lips. "Would you like me to kiss you now, Ephie," he asked. She nodded silently, unable to think coherently. "You have to ask me to do it," he said with a lazy look and waited there, near to her mouth, so near. She tried to reach him, but he avoided her lips. He wanted her to be completely under his control. "Please." she gasped, "please kiss me," she said, putting aside her pride. She only wanted him to touch her, and kiss her. He smiled satisfied in victory. He'd obtained his purpose. "See Stephanie? You belong to me. You are completely mine." He leaned down and kissed her deeply for a moment, his free hand tangling in her hair. His lips hovered tantalisingly over her, but refused the contact she craved. He smiled. He bit his lip at the sight of her eyes, full of desire. "Mmh, tempting very tempting," he said, lowering his head to gently nibble on the side of her neck.
He was so tempted to just jump on her and claim ownership of her body that he rubbed against her more, kissing her passionately. Now they both panted heavily. She was going to lose her control completely. Suddenly thunder tore through the silence; in a few seconds it started to rain. "We...we have to go," she said, stopping to kiss him, trying to regain her control. They gazed at each other. Both devastated from what it was happening between them. "We have to go, roads are not so safe here; it might be dangerous..." He raised his head up more and gazed at her, he was excited as well as she was, but what she was saying was the truth. "Saved by... the boom," he said with an ironic smile and freed her wrists. She stared at him without moving, still breathing hard. He was still over her, looking enigmatically at her. What was clear had been their astonishing reaction when they kissed. They'd been stunned and surprised by the power of their attraction. He kissed her once more slowly, deeply; sweetly, so sensual that her head began spinning. It was disturbing. Then he pulled abruptly from her, standing up and helping her to do the same. She needed a while to find her control, so that her mind could work again. "You won the first round. C'mon," he mysteriously told her, grabbing his shirt and donning it. Then both of them ran fast to her car. He decided to drive. During the way back home she thought of his words, even if she won, she was not happy at all, she thought to herself. Her body was still thrumming with unsatisfied desire. She felt like she'd just lost the war. How was it possible that an attraction like this might exist between them?
CH. 8
They left early in the morning with her car; there was quite a lot of road to travel. When they arrived, she immediately jumped out of the car. Breathing deeply of the fresh morning air. She looked all around; she loved this place, so quiet, so beautiful. Riddick followed her, looking around too. "This is our future," explained fiery Stephanie. "Once we have finished all the work, this will be our second clinic, for the big animal's rehabilitation," she said proudly. She showed him all the terrain and also the building they were tidying up. She explained to him all about her projects. She talked so enthusiastically of the whole thing that she forgot about everything else. Riddick observed her and watched all around, hearing her explanations, then stared at her. She was so sexy, with her red cheeks and her eyes shining from fresh morning air, her golden soft, long hair ruffled by the wind. So wild, so attractive, he thought, leaning his head barely to one side. "So..." she was ending her explanation, "you've got two possibilities, Riddick: one is just to sit down on a side and watch me while I'm working..." This was not a bad one, thought Riddick with a lazy smile. She seemed to read his thoughts, because she gave him a warning look, but she continued, "The second is to work with me. If you're not afraid to ruin your nice shoes and your refined dress..." ended Stephanie in a provoking tone with an innocent smile on her face. He wore very casual clothes that morning, a blue shirt, under which he wore a beige sleeveless t-shirt, working trousers with combat boots, and work goggles. She knew he was a man who would never back down from a challenge. It had been like this years before, but also because he'd been forced to do it. She didn't wait for his answer. She turned and started to unload her trunk full of materials she'd brought. They were too heavy for her, but she would never admit it to him. He watched her for a while, than took off his shirt and started silently to help her. They worked side by side all day long, sometimes chatting. A little radio she had carried with her played some music. They stopped only to eat briefly and then continued working, painting the building's interior wall, until it was sunset.
"Uh...That's enough for today," she finally said, stretching her body and throwing the paintbrush inside the bucket. He watched her stretching. She was very sinuous, like a cat. Then he did the same, throwing the paintbrush into the bucket near by her. It was at this moment that she noticed something shiny peaking out a little from his back pocket. It was a knife! She immediately turned her face and looked toward the wall, hoping he hadn't noticed her discover his knife. She was confused, what she'd seen had made her think. In the meanwhile, she hadn't noticed he'd come so near to her. When she did see him, she moved back instinctively, knocking against another bucket. She was going to fall down, if he hadn't grabbed her with a swift move. Stephanie immediately freed herself from his hold, trying to do it with carelessness, and walked toward the exit. He wasn't fooled. With a swift move, he stopped her, standing between Stephanie and the exit so that she couldn't get out of there. "Please, let me pass," she said quietly. "It has been all day that you've been avoiding me like I had the plague. Even if I only try draw near to you, you jump back." He continued, "Tell me, what are you afraid of, Stephanie," he asked her with a quizzical look. Yes, she was afraid, no better, confused. "Nothing. You're dreaming. Let me go," she said now, firmly, trying to pass him, but he moved again, not allowing her to exit. He was in front of the door, blocking it with his imposing body. He was looking into her eyes. "Why don't I believe you," he asked. "C'mon let me go, it's late, it's becoming dark and I don't wanna stay isolated out here with..." She bit her tongue too late. She lowered her eyes. Heck Stephanie! You really talk too much! Naturally the story about it getting dark was stupid, she realised, especially when he was with her. But all the rest was true. What could have happened to her? Did she trust him? If so, how much? She didn't know. He was still a murderer and she knew next to nothing about him, his past, or what he'd done in those last five years. He had reappeared in her life so suddenly and in such a way, that it made her suspicious. Besides that, she still felt uneasy because of what had happened between them at the party even if she'd repeated to herself thousand times that she'd been drunk that night. She was upset, mostly with herself, because, in spite of all, she still felt this incredible attraction toward him, which was insane, she thought.
"With? Please, finish your thought. It's interesting," he said with a dangerously calm tone in his voice. He took off his goggles. There was not much light now. His eyes, darker than usual, stared at her, tightening his jaw. He looked so calm but she knew he had to be angry. He leaned against the door folding his arms. "Don't know, can't remember what I wanted to say..." she lied trying to avoid a conflict. "With...me? It's that, isn't it," he guessed nonchalantly. "You don't want to be alone with me. It's a bit late to think about it this, don't you think, Ephie?" He was right. But all day, she'd thought only of her work, avoiding looking at him. But now, in the sunset, when all became dark, everything was different. "Do I scare you," he asked calmly but firmly. Now approaching her with his predator look, a dangerous shine in his eyes. She started to move back instinctively. "Yes, when you look at me in such a way," she found the strength to say. "That's not an answer". "If you want another one, ask someone else," she replied toughly trying again to pass him unsuccessfully. "Did I say you could go anywhere Ephie?" She stopped, lifting her eyes up to meet his gaze. "You think I've come here to kill you," Riddick asked, starting again to walk toward her.
"It entered my mind," thinking that maybe having admitting to it would calm him down, and give her time to think of something. "I asked what you thought," He emphasized, but stopped approaching. "Yes, I did think that you wanted to kill me," she said with a deep breath, holding his gaze. He seemed to think about her words for a while. "Ok, But why wait til now? I mean, I could have killed you immediately..." He was playing her like a cat with a mouse. He liked to scare her and he was doing it very well. Stephanie swallowed. She decided to counter-attack. "Maybe you were looking for a more comfortable way to do it," she said. Her mind was fixed on his knife, she had accidentally saw before. He smiled. Now that she was playing too, the game stimulated him. "Yeah.maybe," he started to turn around her to study her reactions. She stayed still, feeling his eyes upon her. "Maybe...from the backside with a blow to your head. Or maybe...with some poison...in some water," he ended in a seductive voice with a quizzical look. She widened her eyes, thinking of the water she drank during the day. She hadn't thought of this! Damn Riddick! Now she was really scared! A small intake of breath, told her he'd smiled at her reaction. Cool. Be cool, Stephanie repeated to herself. "But this...wouldn't be your style. You like direct contact with your victims," said Stephanie realising too late that she'd given voice to her thoughts. She bit her lip in consternation. "Right," he smiled again dangerously agreeing to her words. His eyes shined. Stephanie was seriously scared now. She clenched her fists. He was still right behind her shoulders and noticed it. "So maybe...with my hands... strangling you," and from the back he put his hands around her throat against her soft skin. Stephanie closed her eyes and breathed slowly to calm down, not moving. He could feel under his long tanned fingers the beat of her heart running faster. His lips bent in a smile. The hands were just there, menacing, without tightening around her flesh. She held her breath. "Not very original," she tried to say to relax the tension, and moving the attention back on him. "No," he paused, "you're right." He slowly loosened his hold. She breathed deeply now. He was still behind her. She lifted her eyes and saw the exit door free. She watched it for a while. How far could it be? She mentally calculated the distance from it and how to go, and when she was ready to start. "Don't even think about that," he anticipated her as if reading her mind. It all happened so fast; she tried to run toward the door, but he immediately grasped her arm and with one leg made her fall down to the floor immobilising her underneath his body. His hands held Stephanie's wrist over her head. His powerful body with his weight, held her prisoner under him. She panted lightly. Suddenly a dangerous light flared in his eyes. "With a shiv! Why I didn't think about it before," he said in a triumphant tone staring at her as to monitor her reaction. She shivered, her fear rising to the surface. She had to be calm, but it wasn't easy in this situation. "Exactly," she said with her last ounce of strength, calmly trying to free herself from his hold unsuccessfully. He was much stronger than her and her attempt excited him more. "Unfortunately, we don't have gin or mint to offer you later," she said continuing her struggle to free herself from his hands. He stopped. Stared her for a while and suddenly started to laugh, a deep, sensual, sincere laugh, exciting, dangerous. It made her shiver. Then he became serious again. "Cute sense of humour, I like it." He paused. Still gazing at her, with his eyes sparkling in the darkness like marvellous diamonds, she felt so nervous. He was so fascinating, magnetic, and yet so dangerous. What ever was he thinking? "My little cat, Ephie..." he said in a very seductive tone. " What am I doing with you?" Then he moved to hold both her wrists with one hand. With one hand free, he started a long slow, delicate caress along her neck with his fingers. Now the atmosphere had changed, the air full of electricity. Stephanie's throat was dry. Still gazing at him, she ran the tip of her tongue over her lips. His lips silently curved in a smile at her gesture. His finger continued its trail to her collarbone. It was so light, so simple and yet, so exciting... Her mind wouldn't work coherently; she was overcome by the sensations her body was sending to her. "Leave me," she said offering one last protest.
"That doesn't look like what your body is saying to me..." he told her quietly, staring her. He leaned towards her and kissed her softly. It was a surprise, after all this tension, that kiss shook her up. He raised his head up a little just enough to meet her eyes, a little intimate smile on his lips. His eyes were dark as night and full of passion. He kissed her again more intensely. He left her lips, only to trail them along her chin; then along her neck, then he came back to her mouth. It was delicious torture. He provoked her, caressing her lips with his, then moving away from her, waiting so that she tried to raise her head up to join his lips again, but not being able, because he still held her wrists over her head. Her heart pounding so fast, she thought it would explode. He leaned down close to her, their mouths within inches of each other. She could feel his hot breath against her lips. "Would you like me to kiss you now, Ephie," he asked. She nodded silently, unable to think coherently. "You have to ask me to do it," he said with a lazy look and waited there, near to her mouth, so near. She tried to reach him, but he avoided her lips. He wanted her to be completely under his control. "Please." she gasped, "please kiss me," she said, putting aside her pride. She only wanted him to touch her, and kiss her. He smiled satisfied in victory. He'd obtained his purpose. "See Stephanie? You belong to me. You are completely mine." He leaned down and kissed her deeply for a moment, his free hand tangling in her hair. His lips hovered tantalisingly over her, but refused the contact she craved. He smiled. He bit his lip at the sight of her eyes, full of desire. "Mmh, tempting very tempting," he said, lowering his head to gently nibble on the side of her neck.
He was so tempted to just jump on her and claim ownership of her body that he rubbed against her more, kissing her passionately. Now they both panted heavily. She was going to lose her control completely. Suddenly thunder tore through the silence; in a few seconds it started to rain. "We...we have to go," she said, stopping to kiss him, trying to regain her control. They gazed at each other. Both devastated from what it was happening between them. "We have to go, roads are not so safe here; it might be dangerous..." He raised his head up more and gazed at her, he was excited as well as she was, but what she was saying was the truth. "Saved by... the boom," he said with an ironic smile and freed her wrists. She stared at him without moving, still breathing hard. He was still over her, looking enigmatically at her. What was clear had been their astonishing reaction when they kissed. They'd been stunned and surprised by the power of their attraction. He kissed her once more slowly, deeply; sweetly, so sensual that her head began spinning. It was disturbing. Then he pulled abruptly from her, standing up and helping her to do the same. She needed a while to find her control, so that her mind could work again. "You won the first round. C'mon," he mysteriously told her, grabbing his shirt and donning it. Then both of them ran fast to her car. He decided to drive. During the way back home she thought of his words, even if she won, she was not happy at all, she thought to herself. Her body was still thrumming with unsatisfied desire. She felt like she'd just lost the war. How was it possible that an attraction like this might exist between them?