The Bath pt. 2
Zemma suddenly found her stomach un-knotted and filled with butterflies. She felt her mouth hanging open but couldn't speak. Riddick had slight grin on his face as if he was, yet again, enjoying her discomfort. But his eyes softened the look; his eyes were kind, even understanding. He reached out and lifted her chin, shutting her mouth, and left his hand on her face. The smile disappeared.
"Are you ready for this?" He seemed very serious, which made her want to giggle. And cry.
"I'm nervous as hell." At least her voice didn't crack.
His face tightened as if he was holding back saying something. Then simply, "You don't have to be afraid."
But she was shaking anyway.
He reached down under the water with his other hand and took hers. He put it on his chest. She stared at it there, afraid to move. He moved a little closer along the tub bench to her side so their knees touched, still looking intently at her face as if gauging her reactions. She glanced back up and away again, completely out of her element and lost. His hand, still on her face, guided her to a simple kiss. Zemma closed her eyes and shivered.
"Hey," he laughed softly. "Relax." He pulled her against his shoulder and just held her.
Zemma took a deep breath and let her fingers trace patterns on his chest. Then she turned her face into him and kissed his neck and he let her dot him with soft kisses before he caught her face again and kissed her properly. She kept her eyes open, looking into his.
He broke the kiss and chuckled, "You're supposed to close your eyes."
"Oh," she snapped her eyes closed quickly and he chuckled again, so she peeked one eye open.
"You're teasing me again."
"Mmm hmmn," he said as he dropped his head to kiss her neck.
Zemma caught her breath. Now that was interesting! She turned her head and tried it on his shoulders and was rewarded when he sighed in return. His hand traveled down her neck and his other hand came up behind her back making small motions that almost tickled. She copied his movements, letting her fingers dig into his muscles.
"That's nice."
Zemma smiled, pleased with herself. She let her hands come forward over his shoulders and massaged the muscles in his chest. Riddick sat back, closed his eyes and let her, his own hands making little circles on her shoulders. Zemma took one of her hands and moved one of Riddick's to her chest. His eyes flew open. Zemma smiled back.
"I think it's time we move this to another room."
Zemma was suddenly very nervous again. Riddick took her by the elbows and stood her up with him and kissed her. Zemma couldn't look down; she stared up into his face and kissed him back.
"Lights off."
She opted not to twitch up her lenses as the room went from dim to black. He toweled her off slowly and thoroughly, and she let him lead her through the darkness. He led her to the Lord Marshal's bed. She'd slept in it before, but alone.
Riddick stopped and stroked her face. "It doesn't have to happen right now."
"Yes. Yes it does."
He laughed that laugh she liked. "Okay."
He ran his fingers down the outside of her arm and she shivered again. He bent his head down and she tipped up on her toes to kiss him. Her heart was thumping in her chest being so near, and naked. She ran her hands across his chest again and caught her breath when he copied her motions. She ran her hands down to his hips and he followed her. Then he picked her up in the air and she squeaked in surprise.
"What kind of noise was that?" He laughed.
"I don't know," she replied, embarrassed. "I've never made it before."
"Lets see what other noises you have in you."