Immunity - Chapter 3
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Ailis had gone to Embassador Gaius before going to her assigned quarters. It was only paperwork. Not much to be said between the two. They were colleagues and good friends. He was a good man, better than most. But she was tired. She had wanted nothing more than to deliver her package and go rest until tomorrow. She enjoyed Steven's company and was looking forward to it.
Stepping out of the shower toweling her hair, she stopped suddenly. A feeling started in the pit of her stomach. Like butterflies. Shaking it off, she finished drying and pulled on her long, fluffy robe, taking the time to lather herself with cocoa butter. Laying down on the small bed she was immediately asleep.
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Ailis was sitting stiffly in the warden's chair. Waiting. Waiting for the next schmuck to come in and tell her he was innocent. She was getting tired of this game. Not one of the stories she had heard today were worth her time. 'One more and I can go home.' She looked down at the list of names. Richard B. Riddick, mass murderer. Multiple convictions of theft, desertion and murder. 'Oh this aught to be interesting. What was Daus thinking this time?' Were her first thoughts.
He came in and sat down in the chair opposite her. She took the time to look him over. He was roughly 6'2". And solid muscle. 'Wow.' Was one thought that came to her head. 'Talk about a fine specimen of a man.' His hands were cuffed in front of him to allow for more comfortable seating. At first, Ailis thought about telling the guard to remove the binds. Then she thought better of it. Tales of his escapes had reached even her. And she was enjoying the play in his muscles due to the position of his arms.
She cleared her throat. "Okay, Mr. Riddick. Kindly remove the goggles." He did and she took a good look his eyes. "Sweet. Must make for hella sun glare."
He actually chuckled at that. "Sure does."
Ailis sat back in her chair, crossing her legs. By the way he was looking at her legs, she was glad that she wore the skirt. She cleared her throat. "Alright. I've read over your past...um...history. It's quite colorful. What do you think I can do for you?"
"Honestly?" She nodded. "There's nuthin' you can do for me. I'm a lost cause. They ain't never gonna let me out of here. Voluntarily."
She looked at him hard. Or she tried to. "Nice grammar. I don't like people wasting my time, Mr. Riddick. Why are you here then?" The games were tiresome.
Ailis watched Riddick shrug his big shoulders. MMM...very sexy. "Some fool of a headshrinker seems to think that I need rehabilitating and to ask you to commit me to a mental facility." He looked skeptical. No, make that...amused.
"Ah huh." She opened the thick file and scanned the first page. "A recent psych eval says you are a violent sociopath with primitive fight or flight response. Do YOU think you can be rehabilitated?" Stupid question. But, one that needed to be asked.
"Nope." Honesty is a wonderful thing. He brought those eyes very close to her. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the guard come closer. She put a hand up to stop him.
Ailis leaned forward and looked him dead in the eyes. "So why are you wasting my time?"
"Because." He paused. Probably for effect. Ailis could swear she could see amusement in those shined eyes of his. "Good ol' Doc Daus said you were a hottie. I tend to agree."
Ailis looked at the man seated across from her and lost it. The tears started. She started laughing so hard, her sides hurt. The big man in front of her didn't laugh out loud, though he was smiling. She watched as the guard took him away.
She was lost. She fell for him right there.
In her dreams, Ailis was smiling, remembering her first encounter with Richard Riddick.
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Richard Riddick was unsure of his next course of action. Ailis was here, on this space station. Imagine that. At first, he wanted to go and find her. Then, he thought better of that. Didn't want to scare her off, she thought he was dead. He fought the driving urge to seek her out and decided to head back to his quarters and see her tomorrow. He needed more time to figure out what he was going to do.
Entering the quarters he shared with Jack and Imam, he tried to go quietly into his own room. He really wasn't in the mood to talk to anybody. But, Jack cornered him as soon as he stepped through the door.
"Hey, Rid. In a better mood?" He looked at the girl, 15 and hormonal. Better mood? She was the one who had been so bitchy. Better mood? Shit. Women.
"No, I'm not. I just wanna go to bed." He said as he passed into the bathroom all three shared. He turned around again. "And you are going to class tomorrow. No bullshit."
Jack waved him off. "Alright, alright. Don't let your panties bunch." She turned back to the book she had been reading as he went into the bathroom and showered.
Returning to his room, he lay down. Sleep overcame him almost immediately.
He had her pinned up against the wall. Her arms held up by only one of his hands. Bringing his head down he kissed her neck, trailing his tongue to her earlobe. He sucked on the small lobe. She moaned and leaned into him. Bringing his face around he captured her lips with his own, taking in the full taste of her. He was surprised when her tongue darted out, tasting his. Deepening the kiss, he brought his free hand to her breast. He gave a moan of his own. Breaking the kiss, he picked her up and brought her over to the small bed. He swiftly covered her.
Looking directly in her eyes, he took in the sight of her. She was absolutely beautiful. Five feet of pure fire. He couldn't believe she was here, under him. He had lusted after her since he first saw her, and now he wanted to be sure that this was what she wanted. He wasn't into rape. "Are you sure that this is what you want?" 'Please, let this be what she wants.'
She had answered him by pulling him into another deep kiss that left him senseless. And he was lost. He would give his life for her.
0o0o0o
Riddick woke up with a start. His breathing labored and covered in sweat. Falling back on the bed he grinned at the ache he had below the belt. If he played his cards right, he would have a cure for that ache.
