Gosh, ive just re-read my chapter. I must have been feeling pretty morbid when I wrote that. I can't remember writing half of that stuff.
TotallyRiddickObsessed: Thanks for the reassurance, ive been thinking about where to take this story none stop, im still unsure but I promise the chapters will keep on coming.
Riddick's Sita: It's a good thing when people say where im going wrong, I appreciate getting criticisms, bad and good (just as long as its not useless flamers, those just suck), cos it helps me to improve my writing. Im keeping your e-mail address close in case I need to banter some ideas with you.
Gen1: Im glad you like it, I really wasn't expecting it to liked so much, thanks for the review and keep on reading!
Song: 'The one I love' By Rasmus album 'Dead letters' (what can I say, im a fan.)
Disclaimer: I own them all, socks that is, the ones in my draw. I don't own any of this though.
Warning: this chapter wont be as good as 1 and 3. Im sorry. I tired to keep in the angst of things, so I didn't put much detail into this part as others would of done. I wanted it to be sort of poetic not just there, if you understand. Im sorry if my changing it to R has effect your ablity to read this story.
Chapter 4
He peeled her top from her slowly, savouring how her skin glowed in the candlelight. She had dressed up for him, just for him. He tossed the top to the floor while he laid his angel down upon the bed she had been healing on the past months. He watched the light flicker playfully across the harsh scar that now tattooed her skin. He bent down so he could kiss the mark. Her hands now racked down his back, pulling at his own top. He loved the feel of her skin; he loved the taste of it. The candle was their only source of light in the room, emitting it in to dimness that he symbolised for his love. Dark and almost overpowering.
Haven't slept in a week
My bed has become my coffin
Cannot breath, cannot speak
My head's like a bomb, still waiting
Take my heart and take my soul
I don't need them anymore
He was knelt between her legs, the skirt she wore ridding up to the top of her thighs. He planted kisses from her scar leading up to her neck. He felt the shiver that ran through her. Saw how her chest tightened as he stroke her, felt the silk of her skin. Sitting up slightly he battered her hands away so he could remove his top. At her cry he stopped and let her remove it. Her fingers softly caressing the skin that had been covered up. The top joined hers on the floor. Lying above her, he captured her lips with his, felt her small tongue run along the bottom of lip. He deepened the kiss, taking the breath from her. He moved his arms so they were underneath her, grasping her shoulders, bring her closer to him.
The one I love
Is striking me down on my knees
The one I love
Drowning me in my dreams
The one I love
Over and over again
Dragging me under
She arched her back, to fell his chest pressed against hers, and his hands ran from her shoulders down to her skirt. He thumped the waistband. He still had her lips caught in the passionate kiss, he moved a hand to her side, he ran it down her slowly, feeling the way she grasped him harder, her nails digging into his skin. He let go of her lips to stare into her eyes as he removed the shirt from her body, she wasn't wearing any underwear. The skirt joined the pile forming on the floor. Her hips pushed against his, rubbing across the harsh material of his jeans. Her hands went to his waist, helping her, his jeans joined the pile. He was with his angel; bare as the way they are unguarded to fate. He felt overwhelmed with his need for her.
Hypnotized by the night
Silently rising beside me
Emptiness, nothingness
Is burning a hole inside me
Take my faith and take my pride
I don't need them anymore
His lips found her chest as he entered her. Making them whole. Making them one. The candle flickered, dimming slightly before returning to its former intensity. He pulled out of her, she shudder, as she felt incomplete without him. He rejoined her, moving slowly within her. He lifted her one leg, holding it in the crook of his arm. His other hand behind her, holding to her shoulder. Her hands were all over his body, pulling him further to her. Her nails ran down his spin, he tried to fight the shiver as it ran through him. He increased his pace slightly, a small gasp leaving her lips as she tightened her hold on him. His lips found her neck, sucking on her sweet spot, making her moan more.
The one I love
Is striking me down on my knees
The one I love
Drowning me in my dreams
The one I love
Over and over again
Dragging me under
He kept the pace the same for a good while, he waited for her breath to shorten and her groans to become louder before he went faster, Then he felt her body quiver around him. She screamed his name over and over again as she rode off the fluttering she had going through her body. The candle lit her face in away Riddick would never be able to forget the beauty of it. He lost control, felt consumed by being one, being so close to heaven, being with his angle. He went over the cliff, her name leaving his lips as he fell. They both fell to sleep, still entangled together. Still one, still whole.
This bed has become my chapel of stone
a garden of darkness to where I'm thrown
so take my life, I don't need it anymore
He woke mere minutes later; he had needed the release her body offered. He needed to feel the way being with her wiped the sins from his heart. Cleansing him. He needed to be healed before he left. He moved from the bed, dressing as he made his way to the door, he saw her clothes. She had made an effort for him, she knew what night was. What it mean to him. A part of him wanted to stay, wanted to let her love him. He reasoned with himself that he needed time to be alone, time to forget what happened, to forget why he couldn't remove the stain of his loves dress. He didn't know if he would return.
He felt his heart burning for him to climb back in bed with her. To hold her close to his chest, to inhale her scent. He flattered in his stepped, turned to look at her sleeping form, her arms no longer surrounding her in a vision of an angle; she had been rejected from the Gods. She now belonged among the filth of the earth. The clouds of the sky turning grey at her presence. The uneven skin of the scar marking her down as one of them.
He turned back and left. He had his soul cleaned, he had no regrets. He had nobody he was alone. He was scared of being alone, he no longer felt her with in his heart. No longer had her with him. No longer his Jack.
A/N
it took my so many attempts to write this chapter and im still not fully happy with it. I know this chapter wasn't as good as the others, I think it will properly end up one good, one bad chapter. Rotate it. Riddick has left. Now what?
I know this chapter was sort of short. sorry
Sammis
