Need
A/N: You know the drill, this is a drabble, do not be alarmed, please proceed in an orderly fashion to the review button... And Riddick didn't disappear so much as realize what he was doing and run away. Decided that I had to continue this seeing as some people including my Internet fiancé wanted me too. You guys gotta let me know when enough is enough though, all right? I'm counting on you! Much love! I know there are reviews that I'm not responding to, (shame on me), but I wanted to get this posted. Just know that I appreciate them all, and I will respond to them... (eventually)
Summary: Riddick and Jack discuss what it is that the Necromongers need.
Warnings: References to R/J action.
"What am I supposed to do with these people? If they don't kill something soon..." he hadn't realized he'd spoken aloud till she propped herself up on her elbows and stared at him.
"Tell them to kill themselves. In entertaining ways." When she chuckled the sheet dropped. He said nothing, and after a moment she flopped backwards, grumbling, "Was a joke." He made a halfhearted amused noise in the back of his throat and turned his body towards hers. His hand found its way to her stomach, lingered there, skimming over the soft fuzz of her under her bellybutton. She made a pleased sound, but then grabbed his wrist.
"These people have spent their lives getting ready to die. You have to teach them how to live. They need a home."
"Can't stay here, Helion Prime barely supports its native population." For a long moment, silence. She left go of his wrist and his hand wandered where it would. It was much later, when she lay flush against him, and the Necromongers had slipped his mind, when she spoke again.
"I know an uninhabited planet."
He went cold, stared at her. Then, slowly, nodded, "Could work."
A/N: You know the drill, this is a drabble, do not be alarmed, please proceed in an orderly fashion to the review button... And Riddick didn't disappear so much as realize what he was doing and run away. Decided that I had to continue this seeing as some people including my Internet fiancé wanted me too. You guys gotta let me know when enough is enough though, all right? I'm counting on you! Much love! I know there are reviews that I'm not responding to, (shame on me), but I wanted to get this posted. Just know that I appreciate them all, and I will respond to them... (eventually)
Summary: Riddick and Jack discuss what it is that the Necromongers need.
Warnings: References to R/J action.
"What am I supposed to do with these people? If they don't kill something soon..." he hadn't realized he'd spoken aloud till she propped herself up on her elbows and stared at him.
"Tell them to kill themselves. In entertaining ways." When she chuckled the sheet dropped. He said nothing, and after a moment she flopped backwards, grumbling, "Was a joke." He made a halfhearted amused noise in the back of his throat and turned his body towards hers. His hand found its way to her stomach, lingered there, skimming over the soft fuzz of her under her bellybutton. She made a pleased sound, but then grabbed his wrist.
"These people have spent their lives getting ready to die. You have to teach them how to live. They need a home."
"Can't stay here, Helion Prime barely supports its native population." For a long moment, silence. She left go of his wrist and his hand wandered where it would. It was much later, when she lay flush against him, and the Necromongers had slipped his mind, when she spoke again.
"I know an uninhabited planet."
He went cold, stared at her. Then, slowly, nodded, "Could work."