Riddick told her, gesturing to the opposite door. "Bathroom and kitchen are through there. I'm going to sleep, but don't even think about going into the pilot room." Arlina watched him as he let her wrists go, got off her, and lay down in the bed by the door. After a while, when she heard his relaxed breathing, she got up, went to the toilet and grabbed some food from the kitchen food unit. Sitting in the corner, she quickly ate the food, washed and replaced the plate. She suppressed a yawn. Arlina knew she had to stretch; otherwise she'd end up sore. The kitchen and bathroom were too small, though. She shrugged. She'd have to go past Riddick. Creeping silently, she passed him, hoping he would not wake.
Arlina investigated the other rooms, most were the common ones found on mid-sized personal ships like this one. She realised they were in deep space, most likely in a shipping lane. The gym was locked, she saw ruefully, and the only other large enough space was the piloting room. Shit. Should she wake him and ask for the code for the gym? She fiddled with the code for a while, but was unable to hack into it; she didn't know that particular variety of coding language. She growled softly in frustration. Padding back to the bedroom, she paused outside the door. She would just stretch in the pilot room and he'd never know.
She walked into the room and began to stretch, luxuriously pulling and stretching each muscle and tendon. She stood up, and bent over into a bridge, then flipped her body over into a handstand. Eventually her movements sped up into a krav maga routine, and slowed down to slow relaxing movements. After stretching her body she sat and meditated, schooling her body to be still.
Riddick hadn't slept; he had simply relaxed his body and breathing, following Rebel's movements around the ship. After she had crept past his bed, he had gotten up and followed. He wondered as she stopped by the gym, and had hidden in the shadows as she walked back to the bunkroom. When she had gone into the pilot room, his first instinct was to grab her immediately. However, he had simply leant against the open door frame, watching her movements. He enjoyed watching her lithe form stretch, cat like, and had grown hard at the sight of her body staining against the jeans and shirt, as he had when he had frisked her.
He tapped his foot against the floor, as she sat in meditation, testing how far she'd gone into the trance. No response. Riddick approached, circled her, watching her breathe peacefully. He put a hand on her shoulder, and gently shook her.
Before he knew it, he was on his back, with four very sharp claws digging into the skin at his throat, a sleepy growl reaching his ears... Her eyes were still semi-glazed over from meditating; she hadn't even fully woken up. Holy shit, first time in years someone's got the drop on me and it's a half-asleep girl. Riddick schooled his face back into its impassive caste and growled "Interesting". He pulled his arms beneath his head and leant back against them, staring up at her as he watched her slowly begin to wake, making no attempt to struggle.
To his amusement, when comprehension dawned in her suddenly strangely blue eyes, she yelped and recoiled, claws returning into her skin, skittering away from him, falling over in her attempt to get away. He heard her swear softly to herself. Rolling onto his side, he studied her wary form. He remembered her unusual lack of terror when he had pinned her, and realised that the unusual claws that she had had probably saved her from being hurt many times. Riddick smirked to himself as he realised he was probably a bit jealous.
She stayed in a half-crouch, warily studying him in return, and waiting for him to make a movement. Her eyes showed fear, but she wasn't going to admit it. Standing, Riddick approached her more carefully then he had before. He'd underestimated her. It wouldn't happen again. She whimpered quietly and backed away as he came close, keeping her head down and avoiding his gaze. Her entire profile was fearful, like a submissive animal before a dominant one. In a smooth movement, he had her turned and pinned against him, her back tight against his chest and arms crossed over her body, held down by his hands. He was sure to keep his hands away from hers though, he didn't want to think about the damage her claws could do to unprotected flesh.
The girl began to whimper again as he held her. He whispered "Shhh" in her ear as he coaxed her back to the bedroom. She tried to pull free as he paused by the double bed, but he wasn't letting her out of his sight until he trusted her. He knew the damage claws could do to controls, and she would easily be able to send an emergency signal out, and jam the controls so the ship could not move.
Half dragging her down to the bed, he lay her down in it, and she began to shiver violently, breath coming in quiet gasps. He lay alongside her, and pulled her close, so her head was resting on one arm and his other arm lay alongside her waist. If she moved, he'd know about it.
"Go to sleep." Riddick knew she probably wouldn't. He could feel her body as it stayed tensed, the heartbeat faster then normal, way too fast for a sleeper. After an hour or so her body relaxed and within two hours she was sleeping. He propped himself up on one elbow, and watched her sleeping body. As he had when she was meditating, he watched all the tension, wariness and suspicion drain away, revealing a relaxed young woman. She leaned into him, against his body. His first instinct was to jump away from the unexpected contact, but he eventually relaxed and fell asleep.