Disclaimer: There's a poem by William Blake called The Tiger that I quote bits of.

Skippable PWP, rated R, but entirely without bad language or silly euphemisms.

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Silent as Darkness

Zemma rubbed Riddick's back under his shirt, then got irritated with it and pulled it up. She alternated between light ticklish designs on his skin and heavy handed massaging. At first he seemed indifferent to her touch but after a few minutes he pulled his shirt the rest of the way off and leaned back into her hands. She let her hands wander around to the front, alternating light and rough there while she laid her head on his back. She sighed.

Zemma heard the soft whisper of the cloak dropping to the ground. She felt his hands lightly caressing her hands and arms as she traced circles across the muscles in his chest and stomach. She smiled and kissed his shoulder blade. Then let her lips and tongue wander lightly across to the other shoulder blowing a little on the wet marks as she went.

She felt him take a deep breath, not quite a sigh. Encouraged, she twisted herself around so she was sitting on her knees and brought her hands back to trace lightly again down his neck and spine. She followed her hands with more light kisses and little licks that she blew on. It meant the silk of her shirt rubbed both his back and her front. She tried experimenting with that, shifting her torso against him a little one way while her hands went the other.

Riddick suddenly twisted around, one arm snaking behind her back and the other catching her face at the jaw line. His face was very close to hers while he looked into her blue tinted eyes. His mouth made a tight line and his jaw clenched for a minute. She didn't know what he was thinking but she wasn't going to let him back out now. When he started to shake his head and pull away she grabbed his face in both her hands.

"Uh-uh."

She kissed his lower lip, then the upper one. She bit very gently at his lower lip again and sucked it lightly into her mouth before coming back for a real kiss. She was afraid he might deny her that, but his mouth parted when hers did. She could taste the alcohol on his tongue but didn't care. She let her hands go back to roving lightly across his skin; the back of his head and neck, across the tops of his shoulders and down his arms.

She felt his hand drop down then come back up under the silk of her shirt. She had to stop kissing him to shiver and take a deep breath but left her lips against his. As he continued moving his hand up and around inside her shirt she had to clutch at his shoulder and neck, her breath against his face a little raspy. The hand behind her found its way under the silk and stroked lightly at her back before pressing firmly there while he laid her back against the bed.

Zemma clutched at his neck to bring his mouth back to hers while he, leaning over her awkwardly, undid the buttons of her shirt. She didn't help him but let her hands wander again, this time using her fingernails. Now his breath matched hers, rasping a little faster as he broke their kiss and lay his forehead against hers.

Riddick finished the buttons and Zemma felt a chill as he opened her shirt and moved his head down, kissing her nose and lips and chin on the way by. She found herself clutching the bed rather than him when he used his mouth and hands together there, and gasping for air. She had to push him away before she lost her mind completely, and though he had a strange look on his face when she did she lost sight of it as she repeated his action on him.

And was rewarded when he gasped as much as she did from the actions of her teeth and tongue. One hand holding himself up over her, the other caught in her hair and clutched there. His lower body pressed against hers and she pressed back while one leg snaked behind him and pulled. The friction was delicious.

Riddick pulled her head back away from him by the hair and stared at her again, this time with a rather predatory grin on his face. She matched it and tried to pull herself back up to him but he held her away. Still, he pressed against her and she reciprocated, closing her eyes and clutching at his neck. He teased hers with his mouth, biting lightly where it joined her shoulder then hovering over her lips without letting her reach his, his hand still snarled in her hair.

Zemma took both her hands and scratched roughly down his chest from neck to navel. This caused him to pull away as he arched his back and nearly growled out his next breath, pressing his hips harder against her. She traced her fingers lightly back along the lines she had made and smiled. He chuckled a little but still didn't let her up. Her mouth was dry from panting and she wished he would get around to kissing her again.

But he wasn't through teasing her. Still out of reach of her mouth he bent forward again, turning her head this way and that with the hand in her hair he attacked her neck and jaw line lightly with his teeth. Zemma drew her fingernails around to his shoulders and dug in, trying to control the rhythm and pressure of his hips against hers with her leg. But he would pull away from her and look down into her face with that grin she couldn't help matching before slowly twisting his body against hers.

Zemma was ready to scream but he hadn't made barely a sound she wasn't going to first. Riddick kept his hand in her hair and moved his head down again, teasing, tasting, testing. She couldn't help panting till she felt lightheaded but she wouldn't make any noise. She finally grabbed his head and pushed him away to regain control, chuckling a little and licking her lips as she stroked the planes of his face. He turned his head into her fingertips but when her breathing returned to almost normal he let go of her hair, captured her hand and sent it down between, where their bodies met.

Zemma sent her other hand after the first more slowly, circuitously and lightly. Riddick arched his back the other way, lifting away from her and bringing his face back to hers where she landed soft little kisses everywhere but his mouth. He chuckled again, turning his face this way and that, sometimes trying to capture her mouth but letting her elude him.

Meanwhile Zemma's hands finished their task and she was pushing his pants down his hips one slow inch at a time and letting her fingers play along the edge. When he would stop and thrust against her she would clutch at him and breath deeply before pushing him away and pulling more fabric away. She had to start pushing his pants with her feet after awhile, freeing her hands to explore again.

Riddick tipped sideways, laying beside her and ran his hands down to the soft waist of her silken trousers while he kicked off his boots and the rest of his clothing. Zemma turned against him while he tugged on one side, then away as he tugged on the other until she was free of them, then threw one leg across his hip and pressed gently. He let her tease them both, one hand under his head as he looked down on her, the other making her want to scream again. He seemed very intent on eliciting a noise from her as she thrashed and twisted against him, chuckling sometimes when she had to catch her breath or tried to push his hand away or his body closer.

Finally Zemma put both hands against his chest and pushed him hard. He let her tip him over onto his back and had to catch his breath as she threw her leg across him again and sat…on his stomach. Zemma bent over him letting her hair frame their faces, lips not quite touching, and slid down the length of his body slowly. At the barest touch she would stop and arch her back, breaking contact. Then she'd start over.

She didn't count how many times she teased him this way before he moaned and grabbed at her hips with his hands to pull her onto him.

"I win," she whispered.

He laughed that laugh she loved but she didn't join in. She was too busy moaning.