My mind races as his lips brush against mine once more; his hand slowly trailing down my body further.

"Riddick.." I moan against his lips.

He breaks contact, staring at me, seeing deep within my soul.

"What is it Jack?"

I take a ragid breath, not sure why I called out his name, not sure of the feelings I am holding

inside, just knowing that I am happy this moment is finally happening. But...I am scared out

of my mind. I have never been kissed in the fashion that I am at this moment. I have never

felt what I am feeling now, the love, the lust, the pain of wanting him so much, it hurts beyond anything

imaginable. I say nothing. All I am able to do, is look into his sliver orbs, finding his soul, loving what

I see there. I can see how much he wants me, I can see how much he loves me. Love? Now,

that is something I never thought Riddick was capable of with me. To love me. The little Tom-Boy

he saved on the hell called T2; the little girl who shaved her head, and found a pair of goggles, just

so that I could look like him, and get his attention. The woman, that I have now become, wanting

him more then anyone could think possible of another, and not knowing, or at least feeling, as

if he would never want me, but I still had my hopes, and my dreams.

"What do you want Jack?" He asks me in a seductive voice.

Once again I am unable to form a sentence, not a word to come from my slightly parted lips.

I find my hand slowly inching up from my side, making it's way towards his clothed chest. It stops.I placed

my flatened hand on his peak, circling my finger on his skin, loving the way it twiches due to my touch. I take

my other hand and place it paralle to the one already on his body, doing the same. I take the collar of his shirt,

gripping it as tight as my hands allow, my knuckles as white as a cloud, on a clear day, as I prepare to see his chest.

I rip the shirt in two, watching as the fabric hits the carpeted floor, his chest bare and beautiful as a new born baby.

I can't help the smile that forms over my slightly swollen lips, as I imagin all the things I could do to him in that

moment. I once again, trail my hands over his now bare chest, taking in every crevice, every curve, and dip his

body has formed to make him who he is.

"Beautiful..." I whisper. He smirks.

"So you like what you see?" He asked, a hint of amusment in his voice.

"No...I love what I see." I bite my bottom lip, trying to hold on to my will, before I completely cave, not letting him

"play", just letting him take. Although, that is not nessarely a bad thing.

"Now see...' His lips find the sensitive nap of my neck, sucking slightly. "...this isn't fair."

"Oh...and why is that?" I ask, my breath becoming more ragid, my body becoming more aroused.

"I have no shirt on..but you still do." He nips my ear.

"And?" I tempt him, waiting to see what he does, waiting to hear what he says.

"And....I think.." He takes the collar of my shirt in his hands, just as I had done moments ago. "..that it needs to go." He rips it off my sexually

wanting body, only leaving me standing in front of him, bra cladded.

"I liked that shirt." I tease, eager to await his next move.