Author's Note: I had always assumed this was kind of NC-17 stuff, but
having read some of the other R rated fics, I don't feel this is
inappropriate for the R (Restricted - not suitable for anyone under 17)
rating. After all, it's no worse than you'd read in a nice, trashy,
romance novel :)
OH. Just a heads up, Riddick has chest hair. I know that Vin doesn't (anymore) but the shower pic is just SO nice, I thought it would be nice if someone remembered that he had chest hair, once upon a time.
Chapter 16 - Just Another Moment
Jack returned his kiss with an intensity she didn't know she possessed. She'd always enjoyed sex, and everything that led up to it, but the force of his kiss left her feeling weak in the knees, mind reeling against the onslaught, heart pounding wildly in her chest, breath ragged and harsh. Releasing his hand, she wrapped her arms around his waist, fisting her small hands into the course fabric of the coveralls. She pressed herself against him, molding her soft curves against the hard planes of his body and felt the tug of desire pulling at her as she felt the hardness of his erection pressing against her lower stomach.
Riddick released her mouth to trail his soft lips down her chin, leaning her back slightly as he grazed his teeth over the soft flesh of her exposed throat. He felt her shiver with desire, the small moan that escaped from her lips causing his already straining erection to press painfully against the confines of his pants. His now free hand slid down her back, under the curtain of her hair, to rest comfortably in the small of her back. Working up the hem of her shirt so that he could feel the skin, his fingers began tracing patterns over the skin and he could hear her breathing quicken.
Moving his mouth from her throat to her ear, he traced the shell with the tip of his tongue, smiling as he felt and heard the hitch in her breath as she pressed herself harder against him. Sucking the lobe into his mouth, he scraped his teeth over the sensitive flesh. "Are you sure you know what you're doin', Jack?" he whispered hoarsely.
Sliding her hands down his back, feeling the muscles bunching under the heavy cloth, she cupped his firm buttocks in her hands and pulled him against her, wishing they were rid of the confines of clothes. She turned her mouth to his throat, pressing a warm, wet kiss to the muscled column, sucking lightly and working her teeth against the smooth skin. A smile touched her lips when she heard and felt the groan low in his chest, felt him stirring against her. "I know exactly what I'm doing. I want you, all of you." She meant more than just sex, but if that was all he was offering, she'd take that.for now.
Needing no other encouragement, Riddick picked her up, wrapping her long legs around his waist, and carried her down the corridor and up the small ramp that led to the crew quarters. Even if he couldn't see in the dark, he'd have been able to walk the distance in his sleep, which was a good thing since Jack had twined her arms around his neck and was kissing him recklessly, devouring his mouth with hers. Her urgency pushed him forward until he found the door to his cabin and knocked it open with his hip, backing into the room.
In his mind he knew he shouldn't be doing this, shouldn't want her this badly, but he did. He wanted her, wanted to feel her naked flesh beneath his, wanted to watch her face as she came. And, god help him, he wanted what she was offering; the chance to be loved by someone. But he knew that he couldn't risk that. He knew that he'd have to enjoy what she gave him now, because he'd never have another chance. No matter what she thought, no matter what happened between now and then, when he left Orion Station it would be alone.
The room was dark as they pushed through the door, only the dim illumination from the corridor relieving the utter blackness. Jack knew that he could see her as he sat her on the edge of the bunk, but she couldn't see him. That just wasn't fair. "Lights," she said, her voice husky with desire. Riddick blinked a bit as the lights came on before he adjusted to the change. The lights in his bedroom were slightly dimmer than the ones in the corridor and flight deck, though it may have just been the fact that the only light was a reading lamp beside the bed. Even Riddick needed light to read, she supposed.
Smiling seductively, she maneuvered around until she was kneeling on the bunk, making her approximately the same height as Riddick. Wrapping her hands around the collar of the coveralls, she pulled him into another mind- blowing kiss, her tongue exploring the unique tastes and textures of him, sparring with his tongue as he mined the depths of her mouth. Her fingers found the pressure closures on the front of the utilitarian garment he wore, sliding them open as she ran her fingertips down his torso, enjoying the mixed textures of the smooth skin and the scattering of dark, curling hair covering his chest and stomach.
Riddick's large hands went to the hem of her t-shirt, pushing under the soft fabric until he could feel her skin. His hands nearly spanning her waist, he began lifting the shirt up, trailing his fingers over the exposed flesh until he cupped her breasts in his hands. He swallowed her moan of pleasure as his thumbs raked over the hardened peaks, scraping the calloused pads over the silky material of her bra.
They broke from each other long enough for Jack to push the coveralls off Riddick's wide shoulders. She took a moment to appreciate the play of the soft light on his bronze skin as he pulled his arms, impatiently, from the confines of the material bunched around his elbows. She lifted her arms over her head as he bunched the fabric of her t-shirt in his hands and stripped it off of her, throwing it to the floor.
His hands were gentle as he caressed her throat, tracing her collarbones with his thumbs, following the path of his fingers with his mouth. Cupping the curves of her shoulders, he slipped his fingers under the straps of her bra and moved them slowly, deliberately off her shoulders, running the tip of his tongue over the small indentation that had been left. One hand fisted in her hair, gently pulling her head back, as his other hand unhooked her bra and threw it to the floor, next to her shirt.
Jack gasped as Riddick's warm, soft mouth closed around her nipple. She arched her back as his teeth grazed over the sensitive flesh, wanting him to devour her. Her small hands gripped his shoulders; short nails raking over the skin. "Riddick," she breathed, her voice little more than a whisper as she cupped the back of his smooth head. There were too many clothes in the way. Pulling away from her, Riddick silenced Jack's moan of protestation with a hard, fast kiss before laying her back on the bunk, her knees hanging over the edge.
Propping herself up on her elbows, Jack watched as Riddick quickly shed the remainder of his clothes and boots before setting to work on hers. She watched with hungry eyes as he stood there, bereft of clothing, the soft light playing over the dark planes of his body. With an efficiency of movement, he had removed her boots and socks. She slid her tongue over her dry lips, smiling as he slid his hands up her jean-clad legs and hips, curling his fingers into the waistband. He dipped his head to kiss her stomach, his tongue sliding in the hollow of her belly button as his hands began working at the buttons of her jeans. She felt his fingers graze over the scrap of silk covering her as he unclasped the last button, felt the heat of his kiss as he moved his mouth down to the vee of her now undone jeans.
Arching her back, she lifted her hips off the mattress, giving him the chance to pull her jeans and panties down, throwing them to the pile of clothes in the floor. Now she was completely naked to him, her knees slightly apart, exposing her entirely to him. But she didn't feel cold; she could only feel the heat that traveled through her as he raked his eyes over her nude form, sliding his hands almost reverently over the pale skin of her torso as he stood beside the bunk.
"Beautiful." Riddick hadn't even realized he'd spoken; it had only been a thought in his mind. She was more beautiful than he'd imagined. Her pale skin seemed even more so when he saw the darkness of his own skin against it. Light and dark, that was what they were. Yin and yang. Male and female. Day and night. Opposites in every way. He looked up into her face and saw she was smiling and couldn't help the smile that touched his own lips. "What are you smiling for?" he asked her, playfully.
Pushing herself up, she slid a hand up his torso, cupping the back of his neck and pulling him down into a kiss as her other hand closed around his impressive erection. She smiled against his lips as he groaned, a low, animal-like sound. "I was just thinking how much better reality is than my fantasy."
Combing his fingers through the soft curls at the apex of her thighs, he found her warm and wet. He chuckled when she bit down on his bottom lip, bucking her hips against his hand as he slid a long finger into her, and found the hard, sensitive nub with his thumb. His eyes drifted closed as she stroked the length of him, her small hand surprisingly strong. His voice was little more than a growl when he spoke. "If you do much more of that, we won't have a chance to get to the fun part." She let out a small whimper as he moved his hand, and pushed her back against the pillows, sliding her legs around.
Climbing onto the bunk at her feet, Riddick wrapped a hand around each bent knee, urging them apart. He moved up the bunk as she opened for him, the scent of her arousal filling his senses. Sliding his hands down her smooth thighs, he cupped her hips, lifting them off the mattress, positioning himself at her passion-slicked entrance.
Jack reached out for him; her skin felt cold where he no longer touched her. She ached to have him inside her, a part of her. Digging her fingers into the muscles of his arms, she wrapped her long legs around his waist, silently begging him to fill her. Her breath caught in her throat, her head falling back against the pillows as he entered her in a long, smooth stroke that touched the deepest parts of her.
For a moment, Riddick stilled, her velvet soft warmth surrounding him. *God, she feels good.* Breathing heavily, he dropped his head, his mouth seeking hers. Her hands pulled at him, her nails dug into the muscles of his arms and shoulders. Laying along the length of her, he fisted his hands in her hair and kissed her face, moving his mouth down to her throat, resting in the juncture of her neck and shoulder. The scent of her hair was intoxicating. He moved a hand to her thigh, lifting it, burying himself deeper inside her.
Their breath mingled as they kissed each other. Jack pulled at him until the weight of him crushed her, the short, curling hair on his chest raking over the sensitive peaks of her breasts. She felt an electric tingle at the base of her spine as he kissed her throat, her shoulder. She moaned in pleasure as he moved inside her, pushing her deeper into the mattress. It felt as if her body was a mass of nerve endings; his every touch sending pleasure coursing through her.
Loathe to leave her warmth, and yet wanting to feel more, Riddick moved his hips, pulling himself as far out of her as he could before burying himself in her again. The movement rocked her and her voice, void of coherent words, urged him onward. Her nails clawed at his back as he repeated the movement, harder this time. A rhythm built between them until they were moving together as if they had always been part of one another instead of this being their first time.
Riddick felt her shaking, felt the urgency within her as she moved against him. Setting back on his heels, he gripped her hip with one hand, holding himself inside her. Raking his other hand down her body, he delved into the dark curls, once again finding the sensitive nub at her center. She cried out, bucking her hips against him, begging for release. But he held her steady, murmuring dark seductive words to her, feeling the muscles deep inside her begin to spasm.
Jack had protested when Riddick moved away from her, but her protestations were soon drowned out by her own incoherent sounds of pleasure as he touched her. She felt the tension coiling deep inside her, waiting to be sprung by his expert hands. Reaching over her head, she clawed at the mattress, pulling the sheets loose in the process. Sweat was pouring off her body, her muscles straining as she reached for her release. Then it washed over her, a burst of sensation that brought her shuddering, her heels digging into his hips as she held him inside her.
Feeling her inner muscles spasm around him was nearly Riddick's undoing. Taking a few deep breaths to steady himself, he watched her for a moment. Her long hair was splayed out on the pillows like a wild halo. With her eyes closed, the dark lashes fluttering against her cheeks, she looked like a ravaged angel. Sweat beaded her forehead and upper lip and glistened over her body as her chest heaved, her breath ragged. Her arms were still over her head, fists clenched in the sheets. A wicked smile crossed Riddick's face as he captured her wrists with one large hand.
Jack's eyes flew open, the surprise in her eyes darkening to desire as he moved his free hand over her body, caressing her sweat dampened skin. Her eyes fluttered closed as he moved slowly out of her and her mouth opened with a ragged gasp as he slammed ruthlessly back into her. Her hips moved to meet his as he thrust into her, each thrust harder than the last until he buried himself one last time, exploding deep within her, a hoarse moan forming low in his chest. Spent, Riddick released her hands and lay along the length of her, supporting his weight on his elbows. He kissed her again, this time soft and slow.
Jack returned his kiss, moving her small hands to the sides of his face. She caressed his cheeks, thumbs moving along the line of his jaw. Her fingers traced the shells of his ears, pinching the lobes. She realized that, although he didn't wear an earring, his left ear was pierced. She wondered absently what he'd look like with an earring, and the image of the pirate (that he'd assured her he wasn't) involuntarily asserted itself into her mind and she found herself giggling.
Pulling back from her, Riddick rolled onto his side, pulling her with him. Brushing her hair back, he lay a hand to the side of her face. Her eyes were sparkling and a small smile touched his lips. "What are you laughing about?"
Feeling silly, she didn't want to tell him of her image of him as a pirate. She shrugged, caressing his cheek with her palm. "I'm just happy." Moving her face closer to him, she brushed a light kiss over his lips. "I love you," she whispered. Closing her eyes, she nuzzled her face against his chest.
The smile faded from Riddick's face as he reminded himself that this, no matter how perfect it seemed, was still just an illusion for him. He could never have this, so he'd better not get used to it because in two days he'd be leaving her and she'd hate him. But at least she'd be safe. The hard part of his heart told him that she was a liability now, more so than she ever had been before, but he knew he'd do nothing about it. TO4 was definitely out though; he'd have to start looking for another place now. It was time to start reconstructing the wall she'd managed, with very little effort, to destroy. But with her laying there in his arms, so sweet, so trusting, he couldn't. Not yet.
Snagging the blanket with his foot, he pulled it up over them, cradling her head on his chest and shoulder. Jack was asleep. He combed his fingers through her hair, burying his face in the fragrant locks and allowing himself just another moment of the illusion.
OH. Just a heads up, Riddick has chest hair. I know that Vin doesn't (anymore) but the shower pic is just SO nice, I thought it would be nice if someone remembered that he had chest hair, once upon a time.
Chapter 16 - Just Another Moment
Jack returned his kiss with an intensity she didn't know she possessed. She'd always enjoyed sex, and everything that led up to it, but the force of his kiss left her feeling weak in the knees, mind reeling against the onslaught, heart pounding wildly in her chest, breath ragged and harsh. Releasing his hand, she wrapped her arms around his waist, fisting her small hands into the course fabric of the coveralls. She pressed herself against him, molding her soft curves against the hard planes of his body and felt the tug of desire pulling at her as she felt the hardness of his erection pressing against her lower stomach.
Riddick released her mouth to trail his soft lips down her chin, leaning her back slightly as he grazed his teeth over the soft flesh of her exposed throat. He felt her shiver with desire, the small moan that escaped from her lips causing his already straining erection to press painfully against the confines of his pants. His now free hand slid down her back, under the curtain of her hair, to rest comfortably in the small of her back. Working up the hem of her shirt so that he could feel the skin, his fingers began tracing patterns over the skin and he could hear her breathing quicken.
Moving his mouth from her throat to her ear, he traced the shell with the tip of his tongue, smiling as he felt and heard the hitch in her breath as she pressed herself harder against him. Sucking the lobe into his mouth, he scraped his teeth over the sensitive flesh. "Are you sure you know what you're doin', Jack?" he whispered hoarsely.
Sliding her hands down his back, feeling the muscles bunching under the heavy cloth, she cupped his firm buttocks in her hands and pulled him against her, wishing they were rid of the confines of clothes. She turned her mouth to his throat, pressing a warm, wet kiss to the muscled column, sucking lightly and working her teeth against the smooth skin. A smile touched her lips when she heard and felt the groan low in his chest, felt him stirring against her. "I know exactly what I'm doing. I want you, all of you." She meant more than just sex, but if that was all he was offering, she'd take that.for now.
Needing no other encouragement, Riddick picked her up, wrapping her long legs around his waist, and carried her down the corridor and up the small ramp that led to the crew quarters. Even if he couldn't see in the dark, he'd have been able to walk the distance in his sleep, which was a good thing since Jack had twined her arms around his neck and was kissing him recklessly, devouring his mouth with hers. Her urgency pushed him forward until he found the door to his cabin and knocked it open with his hip, backing into the room.
In his mind he knew he shouldn't be doing this, shouldn't want her this badly, but he did. He wanted her, wanted to feel her naked flesh beneath his, wanted to watch her face as she came. And, god help him, he wanted what she was offering; the chance to be loved by someone. But he knew that he couldn't risk that. He knew that he'd have to enjoy what she gave him now, because he'd never have another chance. No matter what she thought, no matter what happened between now and then, when he left Orion Station it would be alone.
The room was dark as they pushed through the door, only the dim illumination from the corridor relieving the utter blackness. Jack knew that he could see her as he sat her on the edge of the bunk, but she couldn't see him. That just wasn't fair. "Lights," she said, her voice husky with desire. Riddick blinked a bit as the lights came on before he adjusted to the change. The lights in his bedroom were slightly dimmer than the ones in the corridor and flight deck, though it may have just been the fact that the only light was a reading lamp beside the bed. Even Riddick needed light to read, she supposed.
Smiling seductively, she maneuvered around until she was kneeling on the bunk, making her approximately the same height as Riddick. Wrapping her hands around the collar of the coveralls, she pulled him into another mind- blowing kiss, her tongue exploring the unique tastes and textures of him, sparring with his tongue as he mined the depths of her mouth. Her fingers found the pressure closures on the front of the utilitarian garment he wore, sliding them open as she ran her fingertips down his torso, enjoying the mixed textures of the smooth skin and the scattering of dark, curling hair covering his chest and stomach.
Riddick's large hands went to the hem of her t-shirt, pushing under the soft fabric until he could feel her skin. His hands nearly spanning her waist, he began lifting the shirt up, trailing his fingers over the exposed flesh until he cupped her breasts in his hands. He swallowed her moan of pleasure as his thumbs raked over the hardened peaks, scraping the calloused pads over the silky material of her bra.
They broke from each other long enough for Jack to push the coveralls off Riddick's wide shoulders. She took a moment to appreciate the play of the soft light on his bronze skin as he pulled his arms, impatiently, from the confines of the material bunched around his elbows. She lifted her arms over her head as he bunched the fabric of her t-shirt in his hands and stripped it off of her, throwing it to the floor.
His hands were gentle as he caressed her throat, tracing her collarbones with his thumbs, following the path of his fingers with his mouth. Cupping the curves of her shoulders, he slipped his fingers under the straps of her bra and moved them slowly, deliberately off her shoulders, running the tip of his tongue over the small indentation that had been left. One hand fisted in her hair, gently pulling her head back, as his other hand unhooked her bra and threw it to the floor, next to her shirt.
Jack gasped as Riddick's warm, soft mouth closed around her nipple. She arched her back as his teeth grazed over the sensitive flesh, wanting him to devour her. Her small hands gripped his shoulders; short nails raking over the skin. "Riddick," she breathed, her voice little more than a whisper as she cupped the back of his smooth head. There were too many clothes in the way. Pulling away from her, Riddick silenced Jack's moan of protestation with a hard, fast kiss before laying her back on the bunk, her knees hanging over the edge.
Propping herself up on her elbows, Jack watched as Riddick quickly shed the remainder of his clothes and boots before setting to work on hers. She watched with hungry eyes as he stood there, bereft of clothing, the soft light playing over the dark planes of his body. With an efficiency of movement, he had removed her boots and socks. She slid her tongue over her dry lips, smiling as he slid his hands up her jean-clad legs and hips, curling his fingers into the waistband. He dipped his head to kiss her stomach, his tongue sliding in the hollow of her belly button as his hands began working at the buttons of her jeans. She felt his fingers graze over the scrap of silk covering her as he unclasped the last button, felt the heat of his kiss as he moved his mouth down to the vee of her now undone jeans.
Arching her back, she lifted her hips off the mattress, giving him the chance to pull her jeans and panties down, throwing them to the pile of clothes in the floor. Now she was completely naked to him, her knees slightly apart, exposing her entirely to him. But she didn't feel cold; she could only feel the heat that traveled through her as he raked his eyes over her nude form, sliding his hands almost reverently over the pale skin of her torso as he stood beside the bunk.
"Beautiful." Riddick hadn't even realized he'd spoken; it had only been a thought in his mind. She was more beautiful than he'd imagined. Her pale skin seemed even more so when he saw the darkness of his own skin against it. Light and dark, that was what they were. Yin and yang. Male and female. Day and night. Opposites in every way. He looked up into her face and saw she was smiling and couldn't help the smile that touched his own lips. "What are you smiling for?" he asked her, playfully.
Pushing herself up, she slid a hand up his torso, cupping the back of his neck and pulling him down into a kiss as her other hand closed around his impressive erection. She smiled against his lips as he groaned, a low, animal-like sound. "I was just thinking how much better reality is than my fantasy."
Combing his fingers through the soft curls at the apex of her thighs, he found her warm and wet. He chuckled when she bit down on his bottom lip, bucking her hips against his hand as he slid a long finger into her, and found the hard, sensitive nub with his thumb. His eyes drifted closed as she stroked the length of him, her small hand surprisingly strong. His voice was little more than a growl when he spoke. "If you do much more of that, we won't have a chance to get to the fun part." She let out a small whimper as he moved his hand, and pushed her back against the pillows, sliding her legs around.
Climbing onto the bunk at her feet, Riddick wrapped a hand around each bent knee, urging them apart. He moved up the bunk as she opened for him, the scent of her arousal filling his senses. Sliding his hands down her smooth thighs, he cupped her hips, lifting them off the mattress, positioning himself at her passion-slicked entrance.
Jack reached out for him; her skin felt cold where he no longer touched her. She ached to have him inside her, a part of her. Digging her fingers into the muscles of his arms, she wrapped her long legs around his waist, silently begging him to fill her. Her breath caught in her throat, her head falling back against the pillows as he entered her in a long, smooth stroke that touched the deepest parts of her.
For a moment, Riddick stilled, her velvet soft warmth surrounding him. *God, she feels good.* Breathing heavily, he dropped his head, his mouth seeking hers. Her hands pulled at him, her nails dug into the muscles of his arms and shoulders. Laying along the length of her, he fisted his hands in her hair and kissed her face, moving his mouth down to her throat, resting in the juncture of her neck and shoulder. The scent of her hair was intoxicating. He moved a hand to her thigh, lifting it, burying himself deeper inside her.
Their breath mingled as they kissed each other. Jack pulled at him until the weight of him crushed her, the short, curling hair on his chest raking over the sensitive peaks of her breasts. She felt an electric tingle at the base of her spine as he kissed her throat, her shoulder. She moaned in pleasure as he moved inside her, pushing her deeper into the mattress. It felt as if her body was a mass of nerve endings; his every touch sending pleasure coursing through her.
Loathe to leave her warmth, and yet wanting to feel more, Riddick moved his hips, pulling himself as far out of her as he could before burying himself in her again. The movement rocked her and her voice, void of coherent words, urged him onward. Her nails clawed at his back as he repeated the movement, harder this time. A rhythm built between them until they were moving together as if they had always been part of one another instead of this being their first time.
Riddick felt her shaking, felt the urgency within her as she moved against him. Setting back on his heels, he gripped her hip with one hand, holding himself inside her. Raking his other hand down her body, he delved into the dark curls, once again finding the sensitive nub at her center. She cried out, bucking her hips against him, begging for release. But he held her steady, murmuring dark seductive words to her, feeling the muscles deep inside her begin to spasm.
Jack had protested when Riddick moved away from her, but her protestations were soon drowned out by her own incoherent sounds of pleasure as he touched her. She felt the tension coiling deep inside her, waiting to be sprung by his expert hands. Reaching over her head, she clawed at the mattress, pulling the sheets loose in the process. Sweat was pouring off her body, her muscles straining as she reached for her release. Then it washed over her, a burst of sensation that brought her shuddering, her heels digging into his hips as she held him inside her.
Feeling her inner muscles spasm around him was nearly Riddick's undoing. Taking a few deep breaths to steady himself, he watched her for a moment. Her long hair was splayed out on the pillows like a wild halo. With her eyes closed, the dark lashes fluttering against her cheeks, she looked like a ravaged angel. Sweat beaded her forehead and upper lip and glistened over her body as her chest heaved, her breath ragged. Her arms were still over her head, fists clenched in the sheets. A wicked smile crossed Riddick's face as he captured her wrists with one large hand.
Jack's eyes flew open, the surprise in her eyes darkening to desire as he moved his free hand over her body, caressing her sweat dampened skin. Her eyes fluttered closed as he moved slowly out of her and her mouth opened with a ragged gasp as he slammed ruthlessly back into her. Her hips moved to meet his as he thrust into her, each thrust harder than the last until he buried himself one last time, exploding deep within her, a hoarse moan forming low in his chest. Spent, Riddick released her hands and lay along the length of her, supporting his weight on his elbows. He kissed her again, this time soft and slow.
Jack returned his kiss, moving her small hands to the sides of his face. She caressed his cheeks, thumbs moving along the line of his jaw. Her fingers traced the shells of his ears, pinching the lobes. She realized that, although he didn't wear an earring, his left ear was pierced. She wondered absently what he'd look like with an earring, and the image of the pirate (that he'd assured her he wasn't) involuntarily asserted itself into her mind and she found herself giggling.
Pulling back from her, Riddick rolled onto his side, pulling her with him. Brushing her hair back, he lay a hand to the side of her face. Her eyes were sparkling and a small smile touched his lips. "What are you laughing about?"
Feeling silly, she didn't want to tell him of her image of him as a pirate. She shrugged, caressing his cheek with her palm. "I'm just happy." Moving her face closer to him, she brushed a light kiss over his lips. "I love you," she whispered. Closing her eyes, she nuzzled her face against his chest.
The smile faded from Riddick's face as he reminded himself that this, no matter how perfect it seemed, was still just an illusion for him. He could never have this, so he'd better not get used to it because in two days he'd be leaving her and she'd hate him. But at least she'd be safe. The hard part of his heart told him that she was a liability now, more so than she ever had been before, but he knew he'd do nothing about it. TO4 was definitely out though; he'd have to start looking for another place now. It was time to start reconstructing the wall she'd managed, with very little effort, to destroy. But with her laying there in his arms, so sweet, so trusting, he couldn't. Not yet.
Snagging the blanket with his foot, he pulled it up over them, cradling her head on his chest and shoulder. Jack was asleep. He combed his fingers through her hair, burying his face in the fragrant locks and allowing himself just another moment of the illusion.