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To Riddick's Sita: We all wish we were Jack
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To all that have patiently awaited the moment of supreme nakedness.
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She dressed in the manner of a pilgrim which chaffed Riddick immediately.
"Don't argue with me. The less they see my face the better Mr. Carmichael." She said walking behind him a step. Her deeply veiled face was annoying to him because her face was so beautiful to look at. The long skirt and deep colored coat covered whatever womanly features he had come accustomed to staring at.
"Jack, this is stupid." He said standing close to her.
"No it isn't really. Imam told me that the more radical pilgrims believe that the beauty of their women is a private pleasure, not for the eyes of others. That it is their right and privilege to be able to look and touch, and not to incite other to do the same. I think it's bullshit myself but you have to admire their possessiveness. Imagine that man," she said demurely pointing in the direction of one of the merchants. "watching me naked on your bed touching myself, watching me writhe on your sheets pleasuring my own body. How would you feel then?"
"He'd be dead in about a second and a half."
"See that's my point." She said smiling her eyes showing her triumph.
"Jack, that's a hell of a visual." He said looking down at her, and evil grin gracing his hardened face.
"Really," she said laughing quietly. "I'm so sorry."
"No you're not."
"No, I'm really not. What do you want to eat?" she asked walking towards a butcher. "I've got my clothes, some vid discs from old Earth, and some music what could you eat?"
You.
"I have a few ideas Jack but meat, I'm definitely feeling carnivorous tonight. " he growled playfully next to her head.
"As you wish my lord." she said sweetly through her veil and he wanted to do nothing more than to kiss her right there.
"Tease." He whispered.
She ignored his comment. "I can't believe you went shopping, like a normal person."
"I'm not a normal person." He announced carrying a heavy bag over his shoulder. "But I'll take that as a compliment. Are we done?"
He didn't like feeling so exposed and wanted to get airborne as soon as possible.
"Yes, get us off this rock. I prefer the coldness of space to the feeling I get when we're exposed like this. I need to feel safe and being on the ground is definitely not it."
"As you wish princess." He yelled as the doors to the ship opened for them. "Best git my dinner going there you."
She smiled, took the packages and walked towards the mess while he prepped for launch. Mercs could wait, the stressful life of a fugitive could wait, he had Jack and was happy, happy for the first time in his whole life, so danger could wait.
When the scent of cooking meat, and the sound of her voice singing caught him by surprise, he sighed. He had spent the better part of his life locked away like a caged animal and with the girl he rescued from those monsters on T2, he had begun to entertain thoughts of actually having a normal life.
"Jack?" he asked walking towards the doorway. He had put back on the contact lenses so he could see her in normal light. He wanted to see her blush, her eyes, that color that reminded him of a cat's and her pale creamy skin. What he wasn't prepared for was the pink shirt she wore, and the deep blue of the denim jeans she wore. When was the last time he had seen that color? He had almost forgotten how pale it was. He saw her deep reddish brown hair and saw deep gold in it. He realized something so profound that he couldn't take a breath if he wanted to.
Richard B. Riddick, convicted killer, wanted fugitive was in love. The realization should have frightened him, should have made him want to run as fast as he could as far as he could, but it didn't. It should have screamed mistake, but even the beast within him was unusually quiet.
Maybe it was a good thing, maybe not. Earlier in his life he would have thought his feelings were a weakness, but now, for some reason he couldn't figure out, he saw it as something to fortify him.
"Riddick?" she asked turning around. "Hey there. I almost didn't recognize you without the goggles."
Her face was so clear, the rose tint in her cheeks, the full pink lips he wanted to kiss, those fathomless green eyes. "I wanted to see you, really see you."
"And? Do I measure up to the shined version?" she asked twirling around.
His amorous growl was her answer as he pulled her into his arms kissing her for a full minute. When they broke apart, both were breathless. "Wow, you don't disappoint do you?"
"No." he grinned wrapping his arms around her.
And in that moment, with her in his arms, he was sure he loved her. Absolute, powerful, love.
Around her neck was the necklace he'd given her, she wore her hair swept up so he could plainly see the medallion on her neck and her jeans low on her waist showed skin where the shirt ended and her waist began. "I figured you wanted me to dress "appropriately" not how did you put it? Like an old lady."
"I appreciate you wanting to please me. Whatcha cooking princess?" he asked kissing the exposed part of her neck. Her giggle showed him she liked it.
"Steaks, rare, because I like my meat with something to hold on to, seasoned with your Valysian Fire Whiskey. Marinated vegetables and fresh bread with a dipping sauce of fried spice and oil and for desert Venetian strawberries dipped in honey. Very tasty, gets the blood warm."
"You know Jack," he said leaning against the counter. "Spoiling me will get you everywhere."
"Tonight's dinner will help you get stronger. I need you at your best, and a man your age needs all the help you can get." She said doe eyed and innocent.
"Oh hell no Jack." He told her affronted by her stab at his masculinity.
"Aw baby did I hit a nerve?" she quipped turning the sizzling meat.
"If it weren't for the fact that you're about to serve this very fine meal, I'd show you just how wrong you are."
"Saved by the food." She smirked setting the meat on plates of herbs.
His glare softened when her smile reached his eyes. "Have a seat my lord, dinner is served."
An hour later, Riddick sat back feeling content and waited on the couch watching Jack clean up. He knew he should help her but he didn't want to sap his strength. He had a plan and wasn't about to do anything to get in the way of making his plan a reality.
Jack plopped down beside him and he smiled at her. He realized since they reunited that he'd smiled more than any other time in his entire adult life. "You amaze me with your culinary talents."
"Thank you my lord. It is my deepest wish you satisfy you." she said inclining her head and smiling.
"You have no idea what that just did to me. Say it again." he grinned looking at her like a predator who just found his quarry.
"Not on your life." she smiled trying to keep a straight face.
"Seriously, you're gonna make me soft." He told her. "The shit I've eaten over the years, damn Jack. That's the best meal I've ever had."
"Soft? I was hoping for a different reaction." She said looking at him funny.
"Jack. Don't tease," he groaned.
"Riddick, get a grip." She said rising slowly and winking. "Who said I was teasing?"
Then she took off in a run. "Really?" he growled, "You just wait Jackie old girl."
He removed his lenses, and bellowed. "Lights, off."
A good meal, a willing woman? This day can't get any better. "Jack oh Jack?" I'm singing down the hallway. "I can see you come out and play!"
God I'm loving this. She isn't even trying to hide well. "Where are you princess?"
"Hiding from you!" she yells. "Can't find me? What a shame! That's what happens when you get old. You forget."
She's gonna pay for that. I can hear her laughing from the bowels of the ship. She knows me well enough to remember how much I love to play this game. I remember it as a child. Hide and go seek.
Get her, take her, it's about time. My beast growls, and I agree, it's time to make her mine forever.
No more innuendo, no more quippy lines of sarcasm, just a good sound pounding.
My inner voice, the voice or reason tells me that she's a virgin and she's entitled to something special. My beast tells me my inner voice to shut the fuck up and that this is Jack, that this is what she wants.
I'm running in the dark looking for my…love wondering if I can't do something in between. She's hiding in the gym. I can see her as plain as day. She's laying on her elbows, her legs flat out wiggling her toes smiling.
The contacts allow me to see her like a man, but the beast in me wants to see her like this.
I'm so good at being quiet. "Jack?" I whisper growling.
She's there and I say it again watching her stifle a giggle.
I love this woman. She loves the beast and me at the same time. How can it get any better than this?
He crawled on his hands and knees so silently he was on her before she could speak. "Lights, forty percent." He said smiling, "Gotcha." Then grabbed her.
"No fair, you can see in the dark. Where can I get eyes like that?" she said in a teasing husky purr.
"You got to kill a few people." He replied straddling her legs and holding her arms above her head.
"Really?" she said lightning quick and he found himself on his back. Not that he tried hard to stop her. "I can do that."
"Yeah, then you gotta get sent to a slam where they tell ya you'll never see daylight again."
Just as quick he flipped her back to her original position. "Then you dig up a doctor, and pay him twenty menthol cools to do a surgical shine job."
"So no one can sneak up on you in the dark." She said flipping him over again.
"Then you meet a snotty kid who grows on you." he growls raising the deep voice he was used to using.
"And what?" she asked looking intently into his shined eyes.
"And you put up with her shit because she got to you." he growled predatorily.
"Is that so?" she quipped flipping him again.
"Yeah." He said grabbing her by the waist so she couldn't flee. He'd felt the slightest movement of her thighs and smiled catching her there. "Fist law of the jungle princess. Survival of the fittest. Gotcha now."
She struggled to get free as he sat up. "Aw what's a matter Audrey, got those panties in a twist now you can't get free?" he growled against her throat.
"Say that again and I'll have to hurt you." she growled right back. Her eyes stared into his unflinchingly.
His beast growled in anticipation. "I don't see how you can."
"I'll be inventive." She countered letting her hands trail down his sides. She could feel his muscular arms holding her fast in his lap ready to flip her again at the slightest movement.
"And what, Audrey in your vast experience would work?" he said standing up. His hands still held her at the waist and she stood there legs hanging down waiting for her to try something. "And don't think about it. I'll have you on your back in a heartbeat."
So kicking him in the nuts was definitely out of the question. Her hands ran down to his waistband where he shifted uncomfortably. "Oh my, Riddick, are we ticklish?"
"No." But she tried anyway, driving her fingers into his sides. He made quick work in hoisting her over his shoulder. He laughed when she struggled against him. "I had to try caveman."
He laughed louder and smacked her ass for good measure. "Oh Jack. You're gonna get it."
"Who me?" she asked innocently.
"I have spent the last few weeks," he said walking slowly passed the mess, "wondering what I should do with you. First, you pull my own shiv on me, then you offend my masculinity. " he said tiring a bit and needing to hoist her up again higher on his shoulder, "all the while, smiling. Now, you should be punished for that." he said smacking her ass again. "You're really a thick headed, opinionated, brat," he said laughing when she tried to escape, "to think that when I came back," he continued, despite her protests, "that I did it to see holy man. I came back for you Jack, and only you. You were the only one person, besides the hoodoo man in this whole," he said leaning against the bulkhead for a second.
"Getting tired old man?" she snipped. He smacked her ass harder, and it stung. "OW! You bastard!"
"Fucked up universe that believed that I could be anything more than a convict. Oh and Jack? Don't ever call me that again." he said hoisting her up and starting to walk again.
"And you thought a good pounding would be thanks enough?" she asked laughing. He smacked her ass again and continued.
"I'm expressing," he said adjusting her on his shoulder to quit her squirming, rubbing that cheek just for the fun of his touching that perfect cheek, "my devotion here, pay attention Jack. We're vulnerable when we do this."
He could feel her hair touch his thighs and it tickled him eve through his pants. "Vulnerable? You? Not likely. I never you have pegged you as a 'feeling' man, but then I didn't peg you as a 'shopping' man either. OW!"
She spanked her again, but this time her response was more arousal than punishment.
"I think you're starting to like that, I may have to change my methods." He announced as he got to the room. "Jack open my fucken door."
He couldn't believe it was locked. She'd changed the pass code. "What's the matter Riddick? Can't get the door open? Arthritis setting in?"
SMACK…
"What's the combo Jack?" he said with a sense of urgency.
"Dunno, master of all you survey."
"JACK." He said in a low growl. "Are you gonna tell me what it is?"
"Nope, just admiring the view. Speaking of damn fine asses. Yours is… Guess away oh omnipotent one. These cheeks are a sight to behold."
"That ain't the only thing sweetheart." He growled at that. She laughed even harder.
"OOH I'm all quivering with anticipation." She smiled as his hand smacked her once again. "Oh Riddick! Yes! Baby harder. Rub my ass baby, smack me harder. YES!" she mewled seductively, then laughed, "YES! Harder baby!"
"That's it!" he shouted setting her down. His lips came down upon hers with a penetrative possessive kiss. She melted against him while his hands, rough and searching, touched her skin, running down her neck between the valley of her breasts, then he pushed her against the wall. He pinned her to him raining kisses so dizzying that the only sound she made was in response. Her moaning against his throat and chest served to make him more aggressive.
"Riddick." She gasped as his fingers found her hardened nipples and began to torture them. She arched her body towards him when his ministrations began to make her ache.
"Now, Jack, what is the fucken code to this room?" The beast glared growling in her ear.
She looked at him and faced the animal with one of her own. "I love you." she said loudly and he heard the locking mechanism click open. He was so stunned to hear those words coming out of her mouth that he gave her time to scamper away. "Thanks for a good time Riddick. Catch me if you can." She said laughing.
He leaned against the doorway and sighed. "Come out to play Jack." He snarled the beat barely at bay. "Lights ten percent."
Now this is fun.
The corridor went dark, only the emergency lights shone and dimly. He took his goggles laid them on the ledge and ran after. "I'm coming for you Jack!" he growled loudly.
"YOU WISH RIDDICK. About the coming I mean." She said laughing, her voice echoing along the corridor.
"You are so in for it now…" he said enjoying her playfulness. "Is this how you behaved for holy man? No wonder you're so expensive. Get ready to play Jack! I'm coming to get you. I can smell you."
He searched around until he came back to his quarters. How did she double back and he miss it? Clever girl. The room was dark. She was in the middle of his great bed, standing on her knees. Her hands were on her hips and she was taunting him with a finger. "Riddick." She growled at him, animal out and ready.
"Jack." He said positioning himself in front of her. "I said I was coming for you. I don't lie, do I?"
"Promises, promises, lover." She purred crooking that finger. The sound he made excited her even more when his arms grabbed her roughly.
"Got ya." He said pulling her to him. He could smell her, touch her, even taste her…
"So you have." She replied taking her hands and cupping his ass. "You don't know how long I've wanted to do that. Damn fine ass." She said running her hands from there up his back.
"Glad you think so." He growled as her hands ran up and tugged the bottom of his shirt. He put his arms up and she pulled it over his head. "Princess, you're gonna get it, so slowly… That was for making me chase you for an hour."
He nipped her ear and pulled her head back roughly kissing her throat, the one he almost strangled.
"What's a matter, getting tired? Aw, sorry maybe you need a nap."
He growled. "You're gonna be screaming my name in the end. This punishment is gonna be fun."
"You keep talkin a good show, but it's put up or shut up time."
He could not believe she just said that. He threw her down on her back and lifted her shirt an inch to reveal her navel. The fact that she wore low rise jeans that exposed a fair amount of her mid section helped him make her squirm. "Well," he explained kissing her navel and working his way down. "since you put me in this position, it's your turn to shut up, and take your medicine."
"Riddick, you wouldn't dare." She said nervous that he'd torture her.
"I dare, I dare Jack." He said grabbing both wrists and holding them above her head.
"NO!" she gasped as his tongue ran its way just to the edge of her shirt. "Let me go."
"Not a chance kid. I've got you now and you'll just have to admit you lost."
"NOT ON YOUR LIFE." she snapped as his tongue pushed up the material.
"You see Jack," he started keeping her still be straddling her hips and leaning over her holding her arms with one hand. "I only need to keep you still long enough for you to scream bloody murder because I plan on seeing you so frustrated that the only thing you'll be able to do is beg. Beg me to take you, beg me to stop, or don't… This is why no veil Jack. You can't close your eyes, you do and I won't let you come. That's the punishment for calling me old."
"You fuck!" she glared at him.
"All in good time princess." He said unbuttoning her shirt, one at a time, very slowly. When he reached the last one and exposed her breasts to the dim light he said in his lowest most sensual purr. "Been a long time since I seen beautiful."
"Riddick," she said nervously, "I apologize. Really."
"Too late for that kid." He said as he pushed between her legs and leaned down. His mouth descended upon the rosy bud and his free hand liberated it from the satin that kept it hidden. His tongue swirled it gently, and an uncontrolled whimper escaped her bringing a smile to his face.
Jack, the fun ain't started yet.
She squirmed underneath him as he moved to the other, all the while keeping her hands from being able to move. "Come on Riddick, uh, let, me, go. Please?"
"Nope you can't be trusted. Now," he said moving up to her neck, "did you know how beautiful you are? Your skin is so soft." He said taking his hand and running it softly between her breasts and stopping at the top of her belt. He began to unbuckle her jeans while kissing her neck. "Did you also know, how good you smell? Like vanilla, that's my favorite flavor. Just the right amount of sweet, and just the right amount of spice."
His kisses along her collarbone and throat distracted her so much that only when his hand hit her skin did she realize her pants were open and shifting down on her hips.
"Riddick?" she asked as he stroked and petted her skin, soft under his rough hands.
"Can you make the ache go away? I feel it all the time and I want it to once, just go away." She said frustrated. He understood that ache, it was the ache of frustration, and he was going to be instrumental in fixing that.
"Yeah kid, I can do that. You'll be screaming my name but it'll happen, I promise."
"You never, uh promise." She said as his kisses sent her reeling.
"Only for you. I promise only you." he whispered in her ear. The more he touched her the worse it got, he couldn't stop didn't want to, he wanted her to be his forever and he knew that she wanted it to. He felt her heart, beating like a hummingbird, and he knew that she needed him as much as he needed her.
"Let go, I want to touch you." she pleaded as his kisses stirred her further. He didn't know if he could handle her hands on him, touching him stirring him. He was harder than he'd ever been in his life and he knew it was because he was with Jack, he loved Jack, the one good thing in his life, the one person he'd thought of every day since he dropped her off in New Mecca, the only one who mattered, the one he wanted to see every day for the rest of it.
Jack you're gonna kill me.
Her hands slipped from his grip and she caressed his face, his chest, his arms as he touched her. It was when she wound her way down his stomach and felt past the belt he wore did he stop breathing. His length was aroused so hard that when her fingers slid along the press of fabric he shuddered, "God Jack."
"Stop, you aren't ready for that yet." He said in stilted halting breathy words.
"Then make me and hurry, I need to feel you, all of you." she begged.
Well kick me in the nuts and tell me a story, Damn if that didn't get me going.
She's so beautiful, I can't believe she's here, with me, on my bed. I have dreamed of this so many times. Alone, even while she was sitting feet from me, and with her blissfully aware. How many times have I fisted myself in the shower imagining her in my bed, begging me, like she is now.
"God, you're so beautiful." I tell her because she needs to know. Has to know how incredible she is.
"So are you." she tells me as she works my trousers loose and runs her fingers along my back.
Those words undid him. Whatever he thought he was going to be able to do to hold back flew out of his mind the moment she said those words in his ear. His kisses ran their way down her belly, towards the place no one had ever gone, the only place that his touch would ever be felt. He was insatiable, and her whimpers only spurred him on.
Her pants were gone in an instant and only the thin cotton barrier remained. Kissing her gently, softly he wanted her to scream his name before he was finished, if only to thumb his nose at those misguided bitches back on Hellion prime who thought it a sin for the woman to find fulfillment. He'd make damn sure she got some satisfaction.
"Yes Riddick, there please." She demanded in a half cry, half whimper. His growl against her skin sent shivers up and down her torso as he teased her so intimately.
"Jack, let go, I've got you." he told her pushing her to the middle of the bed. He wanted all the room he could get. There was nothing he wanted more than to mark her as his forever. This was his mate, his love and that made is possession of her more precious.
His eyes glanced at the beauty in his bed, naked and writhing under his touch and remembered back to the visual she gave him while on the planet. No comparison, this was the better of the two. "Jack, God you're.."
"Riddick, please don't stop what you're doing." She pleaded as he felt her nearing the one thing that would stop the ache.
"There, baby, or there?" he asked adjusting a bit to see what she liked better. Learning her was going to be the most interesting thing he'd ever done. When he found her most intimate spot she gasped and he knew that there was the place he needed to be, making it harder and harder for her to resist the feelings he knew were welling up inside her. He continued stoking her until she began screaming his name in an incoherent mantra.
Go Jack, submit to only this. He said to himself as his kisses and his hands brought her to a fevered almost primal need for release. Her hips rose up and down off the bed against his hand and she bucked as she shouted his name. "Riddick, Yes!" she cried out as her walls came crumbling down.
Damn, she's so ready.
His beast concurred and growled against her as he knelt down to lap up her sweetness.
He had seen her in many lights, but this one was by far his favorite. Spent, drunk with sensation and completely loved. "Hey." He said leaning near her and smiling.
"Hmm." She said lazily. "I needed that."
"Yes you did. But that sweetheart is just a taste. There's more after that."
"Oh good, can't wait." She giggled. "You were right, a bit rough for a while but that ache is gone."
"Bad thing Jack, is that it comes back." He smirked looking at her with an evil grin.
"You're wearing to many clothes."
He stripped out of his boots, his trousers and laid back down crawling back down kissing that neck he loved so tenderly. She pulled him to her and she gasped finally feeling him against her. "Need any help with that ?" she said smiling. "I think I can fix that."
"Can you now?" he smirked looking at her with his shined eyes.
"Uhuh." She said smiling never once leaving his eyes. Her hand grasped his length as she slowly kissed him, tenderly all the while moving her hand. She watched as his face leaned against her forehead and his eyes closed, as he growled. "You like?"
He didn't answer but smiled as she continued to touch him. "So strong, so very strong." She crooned as her cheek rested against his while she stroked him. "Jack, that feels so good."
"You know," she said suddenly feeling nervous, "it's gonna be too big to fit." She told him stopping but still holding on.
He laughed loudly. "It'll fit but thanks for the compliment."
"Jack," he said moving to the position where he'd claim her forever, "I'm not gonna hurt you, you know that, you know me. I am the one thing in your life that won't do that." he stated plainly and honestly.
"I know." She said afraid and excited at the same time. "Just do it quick. I'd like to start feeling good again, cause that ache is getting old."
"Sure, but you need to relax, it's only me, and I-" he stopped. He almost said it like it were the most natural thing in the world. "want you to feel safe, feel good, know I am not gonna hurt you."
"I believe you. I mean, that," she said as he began kissing her neck and working his way to her breasts, "in every uh, oh yeah, sense," she said as his began to torture one of the harden peaks. Then she felt him slowly ease into her and felt her barrier, "of the word. GOOD god." She winced as he stopped.
"Jack, I'm needing you to not move just now. It'll hurt but I promise I'll make it better." He told her as his hands ran through her hair, "Sh. Jack. Look at me."
Her eyes opened and in them he saw such love, such adoration and trust. He felt humbled by her, by this little slip of a woman that he had grown so attached to over the years, the one woman who could make him feel so important.
"Riddick!" she shouted as he pushed past the one thing keeping her from him.
She surrounded him so completely that he felt as if he was going to lose his control right then. She sheathed him so tightly that he could barely breathe. "Sh, Jack, look at me, relax, easy baby."
She smiled and blushed furiously. The heat off her was intense and she smiled, a broad triumphant grin. "Babe, you just spent a million credits." She told him as they both laid still.
"You're worth every penny." He told her kissing her nose and wanting so much to get moving. She was torturing him and didn't even realize it. He smiled then kissed her biting her lower lip. Her eyes were dark with desire and she saw those luminescent pools staring back at her with the same ardor she possessed.
"Every day," she said as his hips began to slowly move, "since I realized how much you meant to me," he said pulling out long enough to bury himself deeper in side her, "I wanted to be the only one to do this to you. To be yours in-every-single way." He told her picking up the pace slowly. He wanted to build her up again and let her be able to finally let go and feel what she was meant to be able to feel. "Loving you like this…" he said punctuating it with long fluid strokes.
The pace he was setting was making her whimper. "Riddick, please. I need more." She begged him, touching his arms, his chest his face, pleading with him.
"Jack, you're killing me." he said hanging his head low against her neck.
"Riddick please I can't take it anymore." She cried moving in time with him at his pace, and begging for release.
When it came, she screamed his name and how she loved him. How she'd waited for him for so long. He felt her pulsing around him and couldn't stop the raging torrent inside him. She met him thrust for thrust and held on when he couldn't stop the coil of heat within him. "Jack. God JACK!" he cried as his own release came so hard that he shuddered as his warmth flowed into her.
He became vaguely aware that his cheek rested against her breast, slick with perspiration. "Jack?" he said withdrawing from her and moving to hold her in his arms.
"Been a while?" she asked smiling as her hand small circles on his chest.
"You have no idea." He chuckled breathing so hard he felt like collapsing.
"What's so funny?" she asked looking up at him.
Pushing her head down against his chest he answered her. "Mrs. Carmichael I think I finally after nearly a month got my wedding night."
"Oh Riddick, you're an idiot. I was ready after three days."
He growled. "I've been a tense mess all this time and you were ready after three days?"
"Took you forever to get the hint and you call me dense?" she snorted against his chest. "To think, we could have been doing that for weeks."
"Go to sleep Jack." He ordered.
"What if I want to do that again?" she asked wickedly.
"We have to wait or you won't be able to walk later and then who'd cook my breakfast?"
"But I'm feeling that ache again." she told him.
"It's not the ache you feel, it's me." he informed her smug.
"Go wash up, you'll feel better. Then we can get some sleep." He said shooing her off the bed and towards the bathroom.
"Nice, shove me off the bed." She chided looking at him in mock disgust..
"Be quick." He demanded pointing to the door.
"As you wish my lord."
A few moments later, naked as the day she was born, Jack emerged feeling only slightly better and brushing her hair.
"Here let me do that. I've been dying to touch it for weeks." He said brushing her hair and watching her eyes close. He knew she was tired and he wanted her to sleep but secretly feared she'd been wound so tight for so long that she'd want to push it.
She kept trying to turn around and touch him but he wouldn't let her. "I've been dying to touch this for weeks." He repeated pushing the brush down her wavy hair.
"No, now sit still." He told her trying to keep her away from him. He created a monster. He smiled at the realization and pushed the brush through her hair once again.
"Like I said in New Mecca, I'm all yours. Now let's sleep." He said pulling her down .
"I mean it Jack, you need your rest." He ordered giving her a stern look.
"How would you know, how many virgins have you had?" she pouted as she laid down on the sheets, naked as a baby, her perfect ass staring at him.
DOWN BOY. She needs to rest. 1, 3, 5, 7, 9, the square root of 4 is two.
"One but I've heard that." He said slipping in and pulling her into his arms. "Sleep now Jack or no punishment later."
That did it, she went right to sleep.