Jack left the hall light on and the door open so she could see what she was doing and so Riddick wouldn't have to wear his goggles.

"Okay Riddick.  I'm going to apply this lotion which will help the ache and as I massage it in it will heat up, helping with the chill."  She moved to the end of the bed as she spoke and moved the blanket off of one leg before straddling it.  Riddick watched her with interest.  She put some lotion in her hand and started with his ankle.  Rubbing gently yet firmly enough to make it heat up, she moved slowly up his calf.  The hairs on his legs were dark and soft and she felt greedily, with her fingers, at the well-developed muscles underneath his soft skin. 

Her hands moved over his entire leg, feeling every part of it and her blood pressure went up as she reached his thigh.  Trying to control her breathing as her hands moved up was difficult.  His thighs were wonderfully thick and the heat from his skin was driving her mad.

Stopping before she got too high, she moved to the other leg to repeat the process.  With the hard part done, at least she thought it was the hard part, she moved back to his side to start on his arms.

Resting his right arm in her lap she started with his fingers.  Making sure to pay close attention to each one before moving to his big strong hand.  She started feeling light-headed but it felt good. 

Sliding her hands expertly up his forearm she reveled in the feel of his skin.  When she reached his bicep, she jumped at the sound of his voice.

"Where did you learn to do this?" he asked sounding more alert than before.

"Part of my training.  First I learn how to fix 'em up and then I have to help them learn how to re-adjust through physical and massage therapy."  Talking took her mind off the feelings that kept running through her body.

"Is that lavender?"  She didn't understand why it surprised her every time he proved that his sense of smell was way beyond anyone else's.

"Yea, it'll help you sleep better."  He nodded his head as she made it up to his shoulder.  One of her favorite parts.  Running one hand behind his shoulder and the other one in front, she worked the muscles as hard as she dared.  She had to get up on her knees as she worked but soon found her position was too hard to hold because of her angle.

"Riddick.  This angle is not working for me so don't take it the wrong way but I'm going to have to climb…" she trailed off making motions with her hands, too embarrassed to say the words.  Riddick looked at her knowing exactly what she meant but liked watching her suffer.

"Go ahead," he said pulling the blanket off.  Thankfully the towel stayed on.  Slowly she straddled him making sure she didn't come in contact with him.  She put more lotion in her hands and started moving across his chest.  Okay, she lied.  This was her favorite part.  Her hands ran over the grooves of his muscles and naughty thoughts began to pop up in her head.  She closed her eyes and imagined moving against his body, feeling the hardness of his muscles pressed against her.  Unintentionally, she let herself sit back on his abs.  Her mind must have taken her somewhere else because again she forgot that Riddick could pick up the scent of arousal and he could see in the dark. 

Smiling, because he knew she couldn't see him, he got comfortable and watched the show.  Her eyes were shut as she rubbed his chest and her body finally came in contact with his making a part of him ache in response.  Luckily she was sitting high enough on him that she wouldn't feel his own growing arousal.

She kept massaging, lost in her own thoughts.  Moving to his other shoulder she leaned over to be able to reach him but in the process she had moved her body lower on his.  Quickly he grabbed the back of her thighs to prevent her from moving any lower and startled, she pulled back from him.  Embarrassment settled over her as she realized what she was doing and that Riddick had stopped her.

"Sorry," she said as she climbed off him to continue down his arm.  What was she thinking?  Stupid.  Stupid.  She mentally slapped herself for losing control.  There was no doubt that Riddick knew what she was doing.

She finished up quickly and climbed off the bed.

"Anywhere else?" she asked shyly.  He noticed she wouldn't look at him.

"No, I'm fine," he said pulling the covers back over him before pulling the towel off and throwing it on the floor.  Jack bent over to pick it up before leaving the room.

"Now you can sleep," she said over her shoulder.

"Hey," he said, stopping her.  Turning back to him she caught a glint of silver from his eyes, barely able to meet his gaze.  "Thanks."  She knew it was hard for him to say that but she was grateful he did.

"You're welcome," she said, smiling.  She pulled the door shut after her and took a deep breath.  Her heart was pounding hard in her chest and she had to lean against the door.  What was she trying to do, relive her dream?  It didn't seem like Riddick really wanted her to or he wouldn't have stopped her.

Tossing the towel on the bathroom sink, she headed into the kitchen to get a glass of water.  She felt hot and dehydrated.  Poor guy is sick and she's trying to take advantage of him.

Jack paced the house checking him occasionally to make sure he was still breathing.  After a couple hours of wearing down the carpet she went into his room to check his temperature.  Carefully, she picked up his arm to read the patch.  99 degrees.  She breathed a silent sigh of relief.  He would be okay.

Taking up residency in a chair, she kept a vigil on him.  His slight fever caused him to dream and he tossed and turned, speaking things Jack couldn't understand.  Despite the late hour, Jack was wide-awake, watching for any change indicating the fever had come back. 

Around one o'clock in the morning his tossing and turning became violent and Jack was on her feet in an instant.  She was trained to take care of someone in this state but it was different when it was someone close to you.

Not thinking about her safety, she climbed on the bed with him, narrowly avoiding his swinging fists.  She managed to grab one of his arms and put all her weight on it so she could read the patch.  The digital numbers seemed to burn into her vision and she was suddenly very afraid.  104.5.  That was too high.  She kept his arm down with her knee and grabbed his shoulders to shake him.

"Riddick, wake up!" she yelled.  "You're in trouble!"  He stopped struggling but he seemed dazed.  Her only chance was to get him under some cold water and bring this fever down fast.  The medicine would do its job as long as the fever was kept under control.  If it stayed up for too long the medicine would become ineffective.

Fear made adrenaline pump through her veins and she used this to her advantage.  Pulling him up into a sitting position she backed off the bad, pulling him with her.  He was delirious and she had to do most of the work to get him on his feet.  She didn't even remember he was naked and she didn't even look.

Carefully positioning her body so she could support him, they made their way to the bathroom.  Once inside she turned the shower on cold and pulled him in with her.  The water shocked both of them and he pulled her into his arms.

"Shit, that's cold," he said through clenched teeth.  The water drenched her clothes and hair but the heat from his body kept her warm temporarily.

"Hold on baby.  We have to do this," she said turning so they both were getting wet, wanting to suffer through this with him.  He rested his head on her shoulder and growled tensely into her ear.  After standing there for a few minutes she reached for his arm that was tightly around her waist.

"Riddick, give me your arm.  I need to check the patch."  The patch would give an accurate reading even though cold water was running over it.  The sensor was sealed to his skin, monitoring only his body temperature.

Reluctantly, he released his grip on her and moved his arm so she could see it.  She tilted her head so she could read it, 102.

"It's going down," she said with relief.  "But we need to switch positions."  Keeping her grip on him, she moved underneath his arm so she was behind him.  The water splashed on his chest and he began to shiver.  She pressed her body to his back and held him, rubbing her hands over his chest and stomach soothingly.  Riddick placed his hands on the wall for balance letting his chin drop to his chest.  He knew how to deal with pain so he put his mind somewhere else.  Focusing on Jack's body pressed to him and her hands running over him certainly took his mind off the pain in his muscles but now the ache had settled in the pit of his stomach.  The animal in him wanted her to move her hands a little lower and relieve that ache as well.

Her cheek was resting on his back near his shoulder and he focused on her heat, on the way her soft hands moved lazily over his body.  He watched the water run down his chest and over her hands making him forget about how cold the water was.  For a fleeting moment, the feelings of lust for her were so intense that no amount of cold water would be able cool him off.  He bit down hard and scratched at the wet tile in an effort to not push past the line he wasn't even sure was there.

Lost in thought he didn't realize Jack had moved so she could see the patch.

"Whoa, it worked.  97 degrees.  Maybe it worked too well.  Let's get you back to bed."  She turned the water off and stepped out with him, reaching for another towel without taking her eyes off his. 

He dried as fast as he could while Jack took off everything but her underwear.  Riddick took a good look at her when she wasn't aware.  Finally seeing those muscles he knew she had.  Goosebumps had broken out over her skin and her hardened nipples were showing through her bra.  He looked away fast, desperate to control the animal that wanted out.

She grabbed a towel and dried off without looking in his direction afraid of what she might see.  Rejection or acceptance?  Wrapping the towel tightly around her she turned to him.

"Ready?" she asked.  He nodded and they both left the bathroom.  He seemed much stronger than before and he walked on his own.  "I'm going to change but I'll come check on you in a minute."  Riddick went to his room and Jack changed in hers. 

Shivering from the cold water, Jack fumbled through some of her clothes and decided on an over-sized shirt and a pair of wool socks before heading to Riddick's room.

He was under the covers again but he had left his arm out so she could check the patch.  It read, 98.6.  Breathing a sigh of relief, she pulled her arm back but Riddick grabbed her wrist, pulled open the covers, pulled her down to the bed, and covered them both up before she realized what had happened.

"Riddick," she started to say but he cut her off.

"Shhh.  You're freezing and we wouldn't want you to get sick."  He wrapped his arms around her and she settled into his warmth, resting her cheek against his bare chest.  "Sleep," he whispered as she wrapped an arm around his waist.  Sleep came fast to both of them.