YAY! 2nd chapter, hot off the press! I didn't think I could actually write more than one. Plz review. This is my 2nd fic.
It's about Jack and Riddick living together and Riddick messes up. I dont own Riddick or Jack


Shower

Riddick turned the water on the hottest setting, slid off all his clothes and got into the shower. He wanted the feeling of skank off of him, burning his skin was the only way. He just sat under the water for awhile thinking about what to say to Jack when she actually let him talk to her. He figured it would be awhile but she would come around. She had too, doesn't she? They lived in pretty close quarters and did almost everything together. They even synchronized their schedules to be with each other as much as possible but he just screwed that up. He enjoyed just being with Jack, watching a movie, eating or anything mundane thing she wanted to do. He would get antsy if she was later than she said she would be.

He couldn't tell Jack the real reason why she caught him having sex with a random person. He knew she knew about brothels and things because of her living on the street. She used to work at one doing tiny jobs for them for Allah's sake! Besides the fact that he thought she was coming home later, he had a craving for his sexual needs to be satisfied. Maybe it was being around Jack all the time. He was going stir crazy without any. He was only a man after all. He started noticing Jack changing throughout the years they lived together. It had been like 5 years. She was in her last year of schooling, this year she would be 18. Jack had already gotten past the stage where she could look and act like a boy. She had all the curves and attributes of a budding, beautiful woman.

Wait. What? He stopped and thought about what just went through his head. He shouldn't be thinking those things about the kid. She was practically his sister. He noticed that Riddick Jr was getting a little bit excited. Definitely a bad sign. He soaped up then rinsed off as quickly as possible. He had to take a walk or something. He was afraid of what might happen if he stayed in the house any longer. He hopped out of the shower, the towel around his waist tied loosely was just barely hanging on. The water droplets rolled down his muscular body but their path was blocked by the towel.

Walking to his room he left a water trail. He got dressed in all black-a tank and cargo pants. Before leaving he looked at Jack's door and yelled to Jack that he was leaving. He didn't expect an answer and he didn't receive one either. He went out the door and locked it behind him. At least he remembered to lock that door. Should of thought of that earlier.


What did ya think? Plz review. I can't get any better if I don't have comments. Thanks. Happy St Patty's day! Yea, my b-day is now only in a week!