A/N: This chapter will take on Riddick's point of view for the beginning as Aerinha is unconscious, but the rest will be in her point of view as is the rest of the story. Also, this chapter has a lemon in it, so you can skip over it if you wish, it won't hurt my feelings.

Riddick's POV:

The moment her body went limp, I hauled ass to the bar at the end of the street. I held her as close to my body as I could, so I wouldn't drop her and so she could benefit from what little body heat I had left, and pushed through the crowd inside that fucking place.

I made my way up to the front where I could find the owner of this place so I could get a key to a room, pronto. There he was, sitting at his place at the bar, counting his money and keeping an ever watchful eye on his stock of alcohol and his customers, making sure that they didn't try to kill him again.

"Yo, Boris! I need a room, pronto!"

"Riddick! Of course, any room you wish. Who is this creature of loveliness?"

"None of your business. Now give me a room with a fireplace, that works, and a big bed!"

"Come, I'll show you to the room at once. But, if you don't mind me asking, why is this frail thing soaked to the bone?"

"I do mind." We arrived at the room and he opened the door and placed the key on the table next to the bed and turned to leave. "Wait! We'll both need some dry clothes and when she wakes up, and some food." I said as I went over to the fireplace to start up the fire and get the room to warm up a bit.

"Of course, I'll have some food, drink, and some dry clothes sent up right away. And don't worry about the bill." I looked up from Raina's face to find him standing in the doorway, "Everything is on the house. It's the least I can do for the man who saved my life and livelihood today." And with that, he left.

Dong, dong, dong… The antique grandfather clock in the room chimes out the hour. Dong, dong, dong… Oh why did I have to leave her yesterday? Dong, dong, dong… I could have stayed with her and just asked her about the conversation, instead of gallivanting around town today and causing her to come after me. Dong, dong, dong. And now because of me, she could die!

I think back to what little bit of an upbringing I had and the survival tests I had been put through by my "father". The best and really the only cure for hypothermia is another person's body heat, given through the thinnest layer of clothing possible for the best results.

"Well, I guess the first thing to do is to get her and myself out of these wet things, after the fire gets hot enough. Can't have her get any colder."

When I finally got the fire to just the right temperature and the room begins to warm up, I hear a faint knock at the door. Knock, knock, knock. I walk over to the door and open it only a crack to see who it is. When I saw a small woman dressed in a maid's uniform, I opened it the rest of the way and allowed her to enter. She handed me a few towels and showed me where the robes were for later, "…if you or the lady should wish to bathe…", and where the replicator (Disclaimer: I don't own replicators. I'm using a Star Trek thing because it makes it easier to get the right sized clothes and the right kind of food for them, when they want it. Everything else is something a fancy hotel should have.) was so we could get whatever clothes and food we might want. I thanked her and swiped a few creds for her before she left.

The room had grown to a comfortable temperature during the tour, even over next to the bed, so I figured now would be the best time to get her out of her clothes. First off was her shoes and socks, they wouldn't do her any good since they were as soaked as the rest of her. then off came her black, white, and gray camouflage shorts, and I mean short shorts, but I decided it would be best to leave her in her underwear. They might be wet as well, but I figures she might not freak out on me when she woke up if I left her with some dignity. And finally off came her black tank top, to reveal her black lace bra that matched her panties. If she hadn't been unconscious, nearly dead, and been trusting me not to take advantage of her, I so would have.

I throw her clothes over by the fire and covered her up as much as possible to keep her warm while I did what I had to do. I decided a quick, hot shower would be the best course of action so I could raise my overall body temperature enough so I wouldn't be trying to warm her and myself at the same time.

After the shower, I went to go check on her, and found that she had gone back to shivering violently, but she was still out cold, excuse the pun. So I quickly made my way under the covers and on top of her so she could get some benefit from my shower.

I was sprawled out on top of her, every part of my body covering hers, and the covers over my naked body. Why can't she be awake? Why did I have to be such an asshole to her? She said she was freezing, but because I could stand the cold longer, I made her do things my way. Hell, I'll be lucky if she even trusts me again. I could have taken her inside somewhere and made her tell me, but I had her in such a compromising position already, and I didn't want her to think that she could just jerk me around like that. If she dies, then it will be because of me, and there is no way I'll be able to live with myself if that happens.

Darkness, the warmth of the room, and her now gentle breathing overtook me, and I fell asleep, laying on top of her, praying to whatever god there was that she survived the night.

Aerinha's POV:

I can feel myself begin to wake up. My body is warm, almost hot. I need to stretch, but I am far to comfortable where I am, and when I try to move, I can't. There is something holding me in place, or rather someone, I find out as I open my eyes finally. Riddick is laying on top of me, and the only thing between us is MY underwear!

I only know this because I manage to raise my hand high enough to get around to Riddick's ass, and my hand came in contact with bare skin. I, believing him to be asleep, give his firm ass a little squeeze, for my own pleasure, and I hear roughly whispered in my ear, "Enjoying yourself? I at least had the patience to wait until you were awake so you could feel what I had planned for you."

I very quickly remove my hand from his ass and I hear, "I didn't mean to make you stop, I rather enjoyed that." And he placed my hands on his ass and covered my mouth with his.

My hands roamed up from his ass to his shoulders and he broke the kiss, much to my displeasure, with both of us panting for air. It was almost like the other one contained the other's air supply.

He somehow managed to force out, "Are you alright? How do you feel?"

"Fine." I leaned close to his ear, "Actually, I am feeling a little hot." I said, drawling out the last word.

"How about I rectify that?" He ripped off the blankets, all of them, except the razor thin sheet he had under the blankets. He then moved one of his free hands under my back, and the other between my thighs so he could remove the delicate black lace from my body. He used two of his fingers to trace the outline of my panties until I had opened my legs enough for him to simply pull the fabric down my legs. Once they were past my ankles, he ripped them off the rest of the way and flung them across the room over by the fire and the rest of my clothes.

He returned to his mount on top of me and recaptured my mouth with his own, gliding his tongue past my lips and into my warm, moist mouth. With his other hand, the one he placed under my back, he began to undo my bra, but struggled with the last clasps, so I pushed him off of me and undid it myself, and threw the bra in his face. By the time that he had realized what I had done, I was back under the sheet, tightly whoned up in it, waiting for him to pounce on me.

I turned to face him when I didn't feel him climb back on top of me and found him examining my bra.

"What are you doing over there?" I said half laughing at him.

"Just trying to decide if they are really this big. And, if they are, how best to…" he trailed off at that point.

"How best to what?" He started to stare me down, as if he were trying to tell me telepathically, but when I didn't seem to be getting his message, he gave me an evilish grin that told me what he had planned.

Riddick reached over to me, slid his hand under the sheet and onto my stomach, and tore the sheet from my body. In one fluid motion, he had removed the sheet, moved his body back on top of mine and managed to get his body between my legs, but didn't thrust into me, and covered himself from the waist down.

He reclaimed my mouth with his, and began to massage my breasts with his hands. He slipped his tongue past my lips and took in the flavor of my mouth. Once he had his fill of my mouth, he began to move down my body kissing, sucking, licking, and nipping at my skin in every spot he knew would get him the response he wished of my body. He traveled from my lips down the right side of my neck, stopping only to suck and nip at my skin to cause me to moan loudly in his ear and cause him to grow harder. Once he received his desired response, he traveled down to my right breast and performed the same torturous routine to the nipple which caused me to move my body so that it went more into his mouth. He ended his downward journey at my belly button, stopping only just to suck on the flesh there and stick the tip of his tongue in it, which made me giggle like a giddy school girl, and caused him to grow harder still.

He made his way up the left side of my body, stopping in the same places, doing the same things to the tender areas of my body, and being rewarded with the same responses that he had received from the other side of my body. But this time, when he made it to my neck, I had been so turned on, that I started to spread my legs even farther than he had them, begging him to take me and relieve the pressure that had been building up inside of my body from the time he started his little journey over my body. When he got to my neck, as he started his little tortures, I could feel him start to enter me. He was slow and gentle at first, just testing the waters, but when he found no resistance, he pushed onwards with no hesitation.

He looked me deep in my eyes as he made his way in, "I thought you were a virgin."

"Is that why you took so long to find your way in?" I said through moans.

"Well, there was that, and I wanted you to enjoy it as much I would. I figured that if you were a virgin, you might need a little bit of coaxing to get you to allow me to enter you. But thank God your not a virgin."

"Why?"

"I really don't think I could have continued had you been a virgin." He had stopped thrusting and was just inside of me, looking as though he were trying to apologize for something.

"Why?"

"For one thing, I wouldn't have been able to handle the pain you would have caused me for the pain that I was causing you for ripping through you. I've only just healed from the last virgin I fucked, and she didn't even have any nails. And, there is no way in hell that I would have allowed myself to hurt you like that, not after I nearly got you killed because I had to get my answers right then and there, even if it was hurting you."

The look of guilt came back on his face, and he began to back up and out of me. When I realized what he was about to do, I sat up, grabbed him around the neck, and pulled him into a passionate kiss and back on top of me.

"Riddick," I said as he pulled away just enough to breathe, "I don't blame you for what happened. I should have just told you last night when everything had been going on, instead of trying to play it off as nothing. And, if I hadn't wanted this, I never would have helped you take off my bra."

I pulled him back down again, and this time, he didn't pull away until he was done, which was about three of my orgasms later. Once he was done, he rolled over onto his back, pulling me along with him onto his chest, and we just lay there for the longest time, me listening to his heartbeat, and him stroking my hair with one hand and with the other he was rubbing my back.

After a while, I broke out of my blissful state and checked the time. "Oh shit!"

"What is it?" he said half asleep.

"It's four o'clock in the morning, and my dad and his men go on duty in three hours."

"So. It's not like I'm going to back out of the plan now."

"Yeah, but everything that I need is across town, and we haven't had any sleep. I still have to contact him to tell him to get his men ready, I have to change into the Necro armor, and we have to make our way back to Necropolis on foot before they go off duty, otherwise everything will be ruined."

"Calm down." He kissed me on my forehead, "There is a replicator over on the other wall that can make just about anything that you might need. As for your Necro-gear, the house isn't that far away, maybe thirty minutes away, if you go the way that I came here. So we have enough time to get some sleep, at least an hours worth, then we can have something to eat, we can get some clothes, and we can be at the house in two hours at the most. We have plenty of time, I promise."

After laying in Riddick's arms for a time, not quite an hour, but no less than half an hour, I made my way to the replicator and had the exact clothes that I had worn during my search of Riddick replicated so I could have fresh, dry versions of them to wear until I had to put my armor on. I also had Riddick's customary black muscle shirt and deep brown cargo pants replicated, leaving the underwear for him, seeing as I had never found out what type of underwear he wore. I actually began to believe that he never wore underwear and he just went around commando-style.

After I dressed and laid Riddick's clothes out on the foot of the bed, I had some food replicated for the both of us. I couldn't have him fighting the Lord Marshal and taking over the armada on an empty stomach, after he had expended all the energy he had on getting me back to good health and pleasured beyond belief.

Either he noticed that I had left his arms, or he could smell the food coming out of the replicator, maybe it was both, but whatever it was, he had managed to grab me around the waist and pull me back on the bed before I had a chance to finish seeing it in one of my unreliable, unpredictable premonitions.

"Who told you that you could get out of bed yet? I wasn't done sleeping yet?" he said rather hoarsely in my ear.

"I decided to get up and get a few things done while you were asleep so you could get some more rest. Plus, there is no way in hell I could possibly relax and just lay there while you held me right now. I have to prepare for battle, even if I'm not fighting in it, otherwise everything could end up going horribly wrong." I said pacing the floor in front of the bed, not even looking at him.

"So this is why I never got involved with a woman warrior before now. And here, I had always believed it was because I thought I wouldn't be able to handle sleeping with a woman who had the same attitude as I did."

I gave him a sarcastic smile, climbed back into the bed, straddled his waist, and gave him a big, wet, passionate kiss.

"What was that for?" he said as I pulled away finally.

"I don't need a reason to kiss you anymore." I kissed him again, "But that was a thank you for making me see that I need to calm down."

"I knew that had a deeper meaning, but I figured that it was an apology for being clothed before I woke up. What if I had wanted an encore, or at least had wanted to watch you get dressed?"

"Well then, I guess you will just have to win today. Because, if you win, you can have me anytime you want me."

"Good, because I don't plan to letting you get away from me anytime soon, if ever, which I don't think you'll have to worry about ever coming about." And he sealed that promise with a slow, deep, passionate kiss that seemed to span across decades, but was only about a minute in length.

After we broke the kiss, Riddick got dressed, without replicating any new underwear, we had something to eat, and headed back to the house, taking the back roads and side streets, and made it back there in under thirty minutes when it would have taken over an hour to get there going through town. We even had about fifteen minutes to just sit and relax in eachother's arms before I had to contact my father to alert him to our coming and get ready to go.