The Bed

"Wrap your legs around me."

Zemma was in the air, her hands on Riddick's shoulders for balance though she didn't need to. She wrapped her legs around his torso and blushed knowing he could feel her now. He turned and made his way to the center of the bed while she clung to him. He laid her down and disengaged her limbs from him and lay beside her.

Zemma was feeling too much of everything. Impatience, excitement, fear and something else she didn't have a name for yet.

Happiness?

Lust?

Okay, those too.

Lo… Don't you dare!

Riddick distracted her from her racing thoughts. "Can you get pregnant?" He asked while stroking her stomach lightly.

"Uhm," she had to clear her throat. "No. Part of the disguise of being a…" She didn't want to finish that sentence. 'Concubine' sounded dirty to her now. "I was surgically sterilized," she finished flatly. And sexually transmitted diseases, while rare, were typically prevented by nanos, everywhere but technologically or religiously backward planets.

It's surgically reversible, you know, a voice whispered in the back of her head.

Oh, why couldn't her brain just shut up for a little while?

But then Riddick was distracting her again. He brought her hand to his face and kissed her fingers then slowly made circles down his body with it. She knew where this was going. She shifted sideways and let him lead her there while he kissed her exposed neck. She tipped her head into his chest and tried to remember to breathe. She let her fingers touch lightly, then more firmly as he directed her.

"Mmm hmn," he bent his head and hummed in her ear. Then let her hand go and started tracing circles on her hip and thigh. She felt quite a thrill when he sighed deeply and bit gently on her shoulder.

Then he shifted and laid her back again, taking him out of reach of her hand, and let his explore more of her. But never quite getting to where she wanted him to be. With the hand behind his back she pushed his head closer and the other she pulled his hand up…up…

He laughed with his lips against her skin but didn't comment.

Nor chose that moment to follow them into the bedroom with her usual greeting. Riddick stopped what he was doing, which made Zemma want to scream, but she merely dug her nails into the back of his neck.

"What?" She whispered.

"Will she be ok, with this?" He asked quietly.

Zemma laughed a little breathlessly. "She's had sex before. She gets it." Then she twisted up and bit him on the neck with a little more force than he had. That got his attention back.

"Is that how they do it?" He asked her, looking down into her face. She could see his eyes. She twitched up her lenses now and looked into his face. Beautiful. She stroked his face and the top of his head.

"There's usually more growling and biting," she laughed a little. She didn't feel afraid. "Now how do we do it?"

He moved to show her.