Two days later Riddick started work and Jack spent most her time on the computer. Setting up an account for Riddick had been done months ago but now she just added money here and there and monitored the account for any red flags. She was good at this kind of stuff and no red flags ever popped up.
Every morning Jack got up with him to have breakfast with him and every night she made sure dinner was ready for him when he got home. He worked from six to six and he was pretty wiped out every night from work. After a shower he seemed more human and a lot easier to deal with.
The evenings were pleasant and they spent all their time together. Playing games, talking, working out and every night when they retired to their separate rooms Riddick always hugged her. It was nice to have him make the first move but she found herself approaching him the same time he did. Sometimes the hugs were quick but others, and she noticed more often, were longer and tighter coming from both of them.
One morning, Jack had to pick up a few things so she was up earlier than Riddick to get ready. Jack poured herself some coffee instead of juice to help wake her up. Her dreams kept her up most of the night. Not nightmares but they were very vivid leaving her completely drained the next morning. She sat down at the table and rested her head in her hands just as Riddick walked in. He had walked in and was headed to the sink when he caught sight of her from the corner of his eye and he stopped, noticing she was dressed and her bag was at her feet.
"Hey, you're up early." His deep voice made her look up in surprise. She hadn't even heard him come in.
"Yea, I have some things to do today," she said keeping her eyes on him. He grabbed a cup and poured some coffee.
"You okay? You look kinda tired." He drank the hot liquid carefully with his back to her but when she didn't respond he turned to her and continued. "I heard you moaning last night. Are you sick?"
"Sorry, I woke you but no I'm not sick. Just dreams." She stood up and put her cup in the sink.
"Nightmares?" he asked, moving away from the sink to give her room.
"Nope." She couldn't make herself look at him, remembering the dreams.
"Ah, that kind of dream." He watched the blush form on her cheeks as he figured out it was a sex dream.
"Yea." Embarrassed beyond belief she grabbed her bag from the floor and started out the kitchen door but his voice stopped her.
"So, who were you dreaming about?" He said it so casually. She looked over her shoulder at him, leaning against the counter with a tug of curiosity pulling at his features. Jack could not believe what she said next and quickly blamed it on lack of sleep.
"You." She turned quickly and left the house before she could catch the smile that formed on his lips.
All day Jack wondered what things would be like since she made her little revelation to Riddick. She nervously worked on dinner when she heard him come home but when he passed the kitchen and gave his usual greeting before he got in the shower, she started to relax a bit.
Riddick came into the kitchen when he was ready and immediately invaded Jack's personal space. He stepped up behind her to look over her shoulder at what she was doing.
"Smells good," he whispered gruffly in her ear.
"Uh…it's something…um…" Jack couldn't get out what she wanted to say and was finding it very hard to concentrate with him breathing down her neck and he smelled so good. "Imam made this for me…" Jack looked up at the ceiling, suddenly at a loss for words. "Shit," she mumbled, Riddick still close enough he could lick her. "He made it...uh…while you were gone." Riddick laughed quietly, deep in his chest.
"I love it when they do that," he said as he moved away and took a seat at the table. Jack still couldn't move even though he was away from her.
"Do what?" she asked, not looking at him. Riddick made a kind of purring sound that made Jack tingle in places she's never tingled before.
"Stumble over their words." Jack turned to him, losing the paralyzing feeling he brought on.
"So was that your goal?" she asked, amused. "To make me stutter?" Riddick gave her a winning smile.
"Nah, but it was fun." Jack watched him for a moment not stopping herself from smiling.
They ate quietly but Jack got more nervous in his presence because of the way he was looking at her. Finally, annoyance pushed her into speaking.
"What?" she asked looking at him. All he did was shake his had as if to say 'nothing'. There was something though and Jack new what it was. "You wanna know about my dream don't you?" she challenged him into speaking but he didn't say anything. Just looked at her, completely un-readable. "All I'm gonna say about it is that you are an animal." He laughed, a deep hearty laugh. She smiled and looked away.
"Is that good or bad?" he asked through his laughter.
"Well, let's see Riddick. Was I screaming bloody murder or was I was I screaming 'Oh god, yes, Riddick'!" Throwing her head back in fake ecstasy had him laughing again.
"Alright, alright. I get it." He put his hands up in defeat but every time their eyes met he tried desperately not to laugh. She didn't find it that funny but it made her smile anyway.
The rest of the evening was going fine but she noticed Riddick was looking at her more than he used to and as they flipped through movies on the Vid-Screen he would often find some reason to brush up against her. He would reach for the remote and she wouldn't give it to him, making him practically crawl all over her to get it. She laughed but touching him made her feel funny, in a good way, and soon she found herself doing things just to touch him.
When, Riddick began stifling a yawn, Jack knew it was time for bed.
"Come on," she said, squeezing his thigh. "Time for bed." She felt his muscles tense when she grabbed him and she smiled inwardly. As she stood, she stretched, and made a sighing sound, not knowing that Riddick was taking in the nice view. She reached out behind her and wiggled her fingers, not expecting that he would take her hand but he did. His hand was warm, much bigger than hers and a lot softer than she would have thought, considering the work he does.
She made a little effort to pull him to his feet and then down the hall. It was funny that she could be turned on by the simple fact that Riddick's hands were big. Means he's a man.
Once at her room, they wrapped their arms around each other without hesitation but the hug felt different to her. Instead of an innocent hug, she noticed one of his hands had moved lower on her back, gripping her pants at the waist-band. His other one was in its usual spot below her shoulder.
She kept her hands in the same spot but her lips moved on their own closer to his neck, barely brushing his warm skin. A normal person wouldn't have noticed but with his heightened senses he felt it. His grip tightened on her pants and for the first time, she could feel all of his muscles through his clothes. She didn't remember ever feeling his body like this. Her breathing quickened and he noticed that too. Moving his hands over her back he snuggled closer to her neck.
"Riddick," she whispered in his ear. He pulled away to look at her. "Do you want me to dream about you again?" She said it in a humorous way. He snapped back to attention.
"No, I guess you do need your sleep." He looked deep into her eyes trying to find the answers as to why he was suddenly feeling this way about her. Maybe because he knows that she dreams about him and that triggered something. If he didn't get away now, these innocent acts of affection would become anything but.
As he pulled out of the embrace he noticed she was a little reluctant and just let her hands slide down his arms.
"Goodnight," he said as he backed down the hall, watching her the whole way. He barely contained a groan as he looked over her body, noticing her hard nipples were pushing through the tight fabric of her top.
"Goodnight." She never took her eyes off him. Taking in his form so she could take it with her to her dreams. She turned to go in her room but the sound of his voice made her stop.
"Sweet dreams," he whispered before disappearing behind his door. Jack certainly hoped so as she felt butterflies form in her stomach.
Unfortunately, for the rest of her days off, this incident was never repeated. Yes, they hugged but it went back to being all innocent. She didn't even dream about him. Getting a touch of the real thing seemed to satisfy her brain enough for the moment but not her body.
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