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Jack was sick. It was test week and her nerves were shot. One mistake and she was out. Getting certified like this was a once in a lifetime opportunity and if she blew it, she'd have to go to a regular school for like ten years. But she was smart and she could handle it right? It only took one little slip up to screw her over and wasn't fate always waiting in the background to be tempted?
There were five days of intense testing. They would be watching how she handled the pressure physically, mentally, and emotionally. The hours were long but that was all part of it. She managed to surprise herself and everybody else when she proved to them time and time again that she was more competent than most of the current staff. Jack was still sick.
Riddick called the week before and told her it wouldn't be too much longer. She was really getting antsy about seeing him and as hard as she tried, she couldn't help the tears that fell before they had said good-bye.
He had said, "Don't cry, Jack. I'll be home before you know it and I won't leave you again." His words were comforting but her heart ached so bad it did little to console her.
Pushing Riddick from her thoughts, Jack crawled into his bed, hugged his pillow close, and went to sleep.
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"Good work today, Jack," Rena, Jack's supervisor called out to her.
"Thanks," Jack said with little enthusiasm.
"Go home and rest. Try not to let all this get to you. I know you'll be able to get through this.
Again Jack said, "Thanks."
Walking home today for her wasn't like it used to be. Dark clouds loomed over head threatening rain and the wind whispered through the trees making Jack shiver. All she wanted to do was take a warm shower and climb into bed. Her appetite was non-existent at the moment and food was the last thing on her mind.
The first drops of rain began to splash down on her as she reached the apartment and the thunder rumbled closer with every flash of lightening.
Jack quickly avoided the rain and got into the apartment before the downpour hit. She stood in the living room for a moment listening to the rain pounding against the roof and occasionally hitting the glass windows. The sound was relaxing and Jack closed her eyes.
She has always liked the rain. The way it smelled, the way it sounded as it hit various objects outside; the amazing show the lightening put on and how the thunder seemed to come from every direction. Jack didn't know how long she stood there but she felt a lot better than she had earlier.
Jack kept the lights off as she made her way to the glass double doors that led to the balcony. She looked down to the ever-darkening streets and watched as the rain made small rivers of water that ran down the road. The lightening flashed bathing everything in its light and there was movement that caught Jack's attention. Someone had come around the corner, not slouching against the rain but walking in a determined manner. Jack squinted her eyes to get a better look and her heart stopped when she fully understood who it was.
She pressed her hand on the glass not daring to believe but she couldn't help herself. The walk was unmistakable. Graceful yet powerful. Strong and fearless. Riddick. Jack didn't wait for him. She took off in a run and fled from the dry warm apartment, down the stairs two at a time and into the onslaught of rain.
"Riddick!" she screamed out as her clothes and hair became soaked through. Riddick's steps wavered for only a second when her heard his name called. Jack was running to him, splashing through the puddles oblivious to anything around her except her goal. Him. It took all his self-control not to run to her. He still had his pride. The distance seemed too much so he lengthened his stride and within seconds she was in his arms.
She cried as he held her, the rain wasn't even a bother to them. They had each other and that was enough. Jack ran her hands over his head and down to his back. The slick feel of his skin was exquisite, her hands sliding over his wet clothes seeking out the bare skin of his arms.
Riddick pulled back and held Jack's face in his hands. The light from the street lamps made the rain on her face glitter like jewels as it ran down to her neck. He kissed her, searched out her mouth with his tongue. It had been too long and he needed to taste her to feel every inch of her. His hands moved from her face and made their way down, passing over the fullness of her breasts, to the swell of her hips, and around to the small of her back.
She moaned into his mouth as she slid her hands up the short sleeves of his shirt. His skin was hot and smooth; stirring up feeling in her lower belly she hadn't felt in awhile. The kiss was so intense they never noticed the few people who slowed down in spite of the rain to take in the scene. There was something intriguing and romantic about two people joined together in a passionate kiss during a rainstorm.
When they both needed air they pulled away and looked deep into each other's eyes. Jack's smile was bright and full of happiness and that brought on Riddick's own smile.
"Let's get you out of this rain. We wouldn't want you to catch anything," he said. The deep roughness of his voice took her breath away and made her weak in the knees. She couldn't find her own voice so she just nodded her head and held on to him as they hastily walked back to the apartment.
As soon as the door was closed, Riddick had Jack in his arms again, sliding his hands into her wet hair to hold her still while he explored her mouth. Drinking up her taste until he was overwhelmed by the essence of her. Jack broke the kiss and took a step back causing Riddick to stumble forward, not expecting her to move. He opened his eyes and cocked an eyebrow at her as she reached for his hand and pulled him down the hall to the bathroom. Riddick silently allowed himself to be dragged along, mesmerized by how her clothes were clinging to her, revealing her lush curves he ached so bad to touch.
The lights in the bathroom were only on at 30% but it wasn't to protect Riddick, he was wearing his contacts. The dim lighting brought on a sensual feel to the room only aiding in raising Riddick's body temperature.
He reached out to touch her but she gently moved his hands back to his sides and smiled mischievously at him. Riddick wasn't sure how long he'd be able to comply with her wishes but for now he could handle it.
Jack stepped away and slowly began peeling her clothes form her body, starting with her shirt. Riddick's eyes went immediately to her hands as she pulled the shirt up revealing bare slick skin. His fingers twitched at the sight and he let out a deep groan.
Goosebumps broke out over her skin as that deep rumble of his vibrated through her, freezing her movements as a chill filled her veins leaving heat in its wake.
Riddick took that opportunity to step closer, barely able to brush his hand over her shoulder before she put her hand on his chest and pushed him back. He released a sigh of frustration as he shifted uncomfortably in his wet clothes.
Jack raked her eyes over his body, taking notice of how tense his muscles were, straining against the tight material of his shirt. Water from the rain ran down his arms in small rivulets, dripping off the tips of his fingers. She needed to taste him more so than the need to put him through this torture. Jack took his hand and brought his fingers to her lips, flicking her tongue across them, feeling a sort of delight when she heard a hitch in his breathing.
"You're killing me, Jack," he said in a gruff voice. Jack looked up at him.
"No I'm not," she said sweetly, taking another pass over his fingers. Riddick leaned his head back against the wall and let out a breath. Maybe she wasn't killing him but if she kept it up, she just might.
Riddick was painfully aroused as Jack started sucking on his fingers to the point that he reached down to adjust himself, trying to get some relief but it ended up only intensifying that arousal to a burning peak.
"Shit," he groaned out, clenching his jaw. Jack abruptly pulled his fingers from her mouth and started unlacing her boots before stripping out of her pants. Her movements were hurried because she didn't want to push him too far. He remained against the wall but she could tell if she didn't start on his clothes soon, there wouldn't be much left after he got through with them.
With her bra and panties joining the pile of clothes on the floor, she brought her naked self right up to him and grabbed the bottom of his shirt. He kept his eyes closed but his muscles rippled as he restrained his movements. Jack pushed his shirt up revealing those sculpted muscles she would never tire of.
"Lift your arms," she said, sounding out of breath. He did as he was told, raising his arms so she could finish removing his shirt. She tossed it on the floor as he brought his arms back down. Jack took a moment to look over his thick arms, finely developed chest, and his chiseled abs. The remaining water made his skin glisten in the dim light, making Jack lick her lips.
Crouching slightly, Jack started at his belly button and ran her tongue up the center of him, brushing her erect nipples against his skin as she reached his neck. She could feel the pounding of his pulse, throbbing heavily against her lips as she latched on and started sucking to a slow rhythm.
Yea…Riddick though his was dying but the pain was so sweet he wasn't sure he would mind this kind of death. Jack's breasts were pressing into him as she fumbled with his zipper, pulling him closer to the edge as the softness of her body filled his desire level to the top. He didn't understand where all his control was coming from. Especially when she pushed his pants down past his hips and further past his knees and her breasts bumped into his erection. He held his breath and held back the need to move, to pull her to him and finish what the animal wanted. But instead, he watched her unlace his boots, help him get out of them, and slide her body back up his.
Jack looked up into his eyes, the deep brown pools showing so much intensity yet they now revealed his vulnerability, which to Jack, made her desire for him so much stronger. She took one of his hands and pulled him to the shower, reached in to turn it on and when the temperature was just right, pulled him in with her.
The warm water did little to relieve the sexual stress and Jack wasn't helping. She ran her lips over his jaw to his ear, tasting him, tasting the water that now tasted like him, feeling him shiver as she nipped at him.
Riddick couldn't take it anymore. He turned his head and found her neck and began putting her through the same torturous pleasure she was inflicting on him. But his lips barely made contact with her neck when she pulled back. He groaned again in frustration.
"You're pretty insistent, aren't you?" she asked as she reached for the body wash. Riddick bared his teeth and growled at her.
"Ya think?" he said sarcastically. Jack ran her soapy hands over his chest shutting him right up. She moved downward in slow circles, massaging his muscles as she went, making sure to skip the part he really wanted her to touch. Riddick turned his face upward into the spray of water and closed his eyes. His body was humming in anticipation for the release he was hoping she'd give him, but it was all up to her.
Jack could feel he was anxious and she wanted to tell him how much her body was needing his touch but she liked the temporary power she had over him.
"Relax baby," she said. "You were outta here so fast last time I never really had a chance to get to know you." He gave her an almost imperceptible nod and forced himself to relax. The path her fingers and hands took recorded every detail of his chiseled body into permanent residence in her mind.
Jack turned him around and got more soap to start on his back. She deeply massaged his shoulders, trailing her hands down his arms. With his eyes not on her, Jack felt more at ease looking over his form, lingering where she wanted. A smile played about her lips as she felt his taut muscles loosen beneath her expert hands. Riddick dropped his chin to his chest and exhaled a long breath, placing a massive hand on the wall.
"That's it," she coaxed. "Let me take care of you." She worked her way down and cupped his firm ass. The feel of it brought the dull ache between her legs to a forceful throb and it released a shudder that weakened her knees. She leaned her forehead onto his back and closed her eyes, fighting off a dizzy spell as her hands slid to the backs of his thighs and slowly around to the front.
Although his body was relaxed, he was still very hard. Jack felt she'd tortured herself and him enough so she ducked under his arm and came around to his front. Riddick had remained amazingly patient but as soon as she pressed her lips to his, his patience broke and he moved. His hands came to her hips and he pulled her body right up to his. The kiss deepened with the want of release they were both striving for and their tongues entwined as the friction between them built. Every slight movement of Jack's body sent shock waves to his most sensitive part.
Jack snaked her hand down his body and squeezed in between them to wrap around him. Riddick's body jerked from the contact but slowly eased into the stroking rhythm Jack had going. Her hands worked him as they kissed, squeezing, pulling at him until he had trouble kissing, all his concentration was focused on one point. Jack licked at his trembling lips and tried to suppress a smile as she discovered more human qualities about him. He wasn't just the tough emotionless animal most people saw, but underneath it all, he was liked everybody else. A simple touch by the right person affects him like most others, exposing him to the intense needs of a body and a person with a soul. It was new territory for them to be treading through alone…but they weren't alone, they had each other.
Riddick's deep voice brought Jack back to the task at hand…literally. "I don't think you want to keep doing that."
"Oh yes I do," she replied as she continued stroking him. She felt his hands on her arms sliding up to her shoulders as she watched his eyes glaze over. The shudders that wracked his body increased as he did his best to hold back, trying to keep himself from losing it. But Jack's deft fingers moved over his wet skin brining the sensations in his body to a breaking point. She kept her eyes on his face and watched as his brow furrowed in concentration.
"Don't hold back…just let it go," Jack whispered, catching his lips with hers. Riddick kissed her back, pushing his tongue into her mouth, attempting to get the power back that she had taken. It worked…for a few seconds.
Jack's hand slowed down as the taste of him made her weak. She leaned heavily against him as he explored her mouth, feeling her power dissipate but she snapped herself out of it and pulled away.
Riddick's breathing was ragged as she resumed her rhythm and it nearly stopped when she slid her lips down his chest and flicked her tongue over his nipple.
"Mmmm, God," he moaned out. His last remaining power completely drained from him as she sucked on his nipple. The pressure of her hand increased as he grew even harder than he was before
Jack rested her cheek on his shoulder and cuddled into his neck as he throbbed in her hand only seconds away from release.
Riddick felt the heat start in his belly making the muscles in his legs start to quiver…then it burst forward. He put one hand on the wall and the other on the glass door, bracing himself against the rush of sensation that flooded his body.
Jack could feel the oncoming release. She moved a hand around to his back and up to his shoulder, holding him to her. He was holding his breath and she didn't realize she was too until she felt his body jerk and his hot juices spilled over her hand. Finally letting go of his breath, Jack let go of hers as well, holding tightly to him as he groaned with each spasm.
As Riddick's head cleared and his breathing slowed, he found his voice.
"Told ya you wouldn't wanna do that," he rasped, his voice shaky from his orgasm.
"And I told you I would. It's exactly what I wanted." Jack let go of him and ducked back under his arm again as nonchalantly as she could. Riddick followed her with his eyes and turned around when she got behind him. She began soaping herself up as if she were alone, as if he wasn't standing right behind her. He waited and watched the soap run down her back and her legs. They weren't through yet but she was pretending they were.
When Jack reached over to turn off the water, Riddick stopped her, wrapping one of his arms around her waist and pulling her to him with a wet slap and leaned in close to her ear.
"You can't tell me that that was all you wanted." His husky voice sent chills though her. "I know you want more, Jack. Why are you trying to deny it?" he asked as he ran his hands over her breasts and down to her stomach. He halted his movements, resting a big hand on her hip as he continued to speak. "Come on, Jack. Do you think I would let you put me through all that torture and not want to return the favor?" He didn't sound threatening; he was working on the last nerves of her sexual tension. Jack couldn't answer him and when she tried his hand started moving over her again; this time slipping between her legs. Her throat went dry and all she could manage was a small gasp and she felt Riddick smile against her neck.
"See, I knew you wanted more," he purred as his fingers slid though her wetness. She looked to the ceiling and unintentionally moved her hips towards his probing fingers. A jolt of pleasure swept upward making her sensitive nipples painfully erect as his fingers touched her swollen nub.
Riddick chuckled quietly as he felt the power surge back into him. His teeth grazed her ear purposefully rough just to feel the goose bumps break out over her skin, delighted that the simple power of his touch could bring about whatever reaction he wanted.
Jack put one of her hands on the back of his neck and the other gripped his forearm that was anchoring her to him. Riddick didn't have much work to do. A few passes over her and she began to tremble so violently that he thought he was hurting her, but when he moved to a less sensitive spot she grabbed his wrist.
"No," she breathed. "Don't stop." Riddick smiled and resumed his position, sucking at her neck as she pulsed against his fingers. Her release hit her fast and hard. The gates opened wide as the orgasmic stream of heat pushed through, slamming into her like a sledgehammer. The mere force of it expelled a cry of surprise that came ripping from her throat, Riddick's name came out with it in jumbled pieces.
The water pounded onto her as her orgasm continued to crumble her walls of sanity. She felt fear as she stepped into a realm she's never been to. Finding a total and complete release of her sexual needs just by the aid of Riddick's fingers. Her mind was lost in oblivion as the pounding of her heart sent surges of blood rushing in her ears, temporarily deafening her. It was the sound of Riddick's voice that gave her a way back. As her surroundings came back into focus she could hear Riddick calling her name.
"Jack," he said into her ear. Jack looked around her, at the pale tile walls; the water streaked glass, and finally back at Riddick. "Jack," he said again with relief. "You okay?" Jack turned around in his embrace and wrapped her arms around him. "I thought you blacked out or something." Jack buried her face in his neck and closed her eyes, suddenly very exhausted.
"I think I did for a second there," she said. Riddick's deep laughter reverberated through his chest and into her but her wasn't laughing at her.
"Looks like you needed that more than I did." Jack managed to laugh at that a little.
"Well, it's been six weeks and once you get a taste of Riddick, that's way too long to wait for the next one."
"A taste of me, huh?"
"Uh, huh," she answered.
"I guess I better make myself more available to you then," he said as he pulled back the glass and reached out for a towel. He wrapped it around Jack and rubbed his hands over her back to help dry her.
Jack looked up into his eyes and smiled at the warmth she saw in them. She continued to hold onto him as he backed out of the shower and he held her steady as she stepped out. Her body felt strange and uncooperative as she held the towel closed.
Riddick watched her carefully in case she stumbled or her knees gave out. There was a definite change in her that he couldn't quite figure out. But the longer he looked at her the more concerned he became.
"Did you stop working out, Jack?" he questioned, not sure where to start. Jack's head snapped up and she glared at him.
"How the hell can you tell!" she yelled defensively. "I mean I didn't stop working out entirely I'm just not doing it as much. Shit, is it that obvious?!" She pulled open the towel and looked down. Riddick looked over her body, taken aback by her outburst. "Is it?" she insisted. Riddick put his hands up in defeat.
"Jack, you're forgetting who you're talking to," Riddick said calmly. Jack's demeanor softened as she remember how heightened his senses were. "And it wasn't a complaint," he said taking a step closer to her. "You feel good. I like you better this way."
Jack was embarrassed by all this. She had noticed that she had become a lot softer since he'd been gone. Her curves had become more prominent and her breasts were now fuller but she didn't think he'd notice. She wrapped the towel back around her and held it tightly closed.
"Please, Jack. I didn't mean to make you feel bad," he said as he pulled her towel open. She didn't resist as he let it drop to the floor. He cupped her face in his hands and kissed her but she ended it quickly.
Riddick sighed when she turned her head away from him. He moved his hands over her breasts squeezing gently, testing the softness before smoothing his hands down over her stomach and around to her hips. He got down on his knees and planted little kisses around her belly button and trailed them over to her left hip.
Jack placed her hands on his head, feeling the roughness of his unshaven scalp. The anger slipped away as she felt his hot cheek on her skin as he pressed it to he hip. Tears filled her eyes as she looked down at the most wonderful man, seeing him in a rare moment, down on his knees before her…on his own.
Jack slid her body down his and wrapped her arms around his neck, trying to hide the tears from him. But when she started sniffling…he knew.
"Don't cry. I'm here."
"I know. I don't know why I'm crying. Maybe I'm just tired." Riddick moved her hair from her face and ran his fingers over her cheek.
"Let's go to bed. We can talk tomorrow after we get some sleep."
