Hey, here's chp 2. Sorry it took a while but i've been busy with school. Ugh! school is crap. But anywho...thanks for all the reviews so far! they make me happy!


>>FYI: In my story, Jack was about 15 during Pitch Black. I know she was younger in the movie, but this is my story so it's done my way. hah. SO, now she's 19. So yea, just thought I'd put that out there for anyone who was wondering. I'll probably mention it somewhere in the story but this is just incase i forget.

ANYWAY...enjoy...


FEELINGS

Riddick was busying himself at the stove and Jack poured herself some coffee. She took a sip and grimaced. He always made it so damn strong. She added some sugar and sat down when she was satisfied with the taste of it.

She sat at the table and absentmindedly watched Riddick work at the stove. He was beautiful. It was a manly kind of beautiful, obviously, but he was beautiful to her. Perfect. In all honesty, he was everything she wanted. Sure, when she was a kid she never imagined herself falling for a infamous killer, but she didn't really see him that way anymore. He was more and less than that. Less in the sense that he was much less of a monster than everyone thought, and more as in there was more to him than just being a killer. People just never gave him a chance.

Funny, though, that as much as she wanted him, she sometimes wondered what she'd do if she could 'have' him. Part of her wanted it, longed for it, but another part of her was very scared of the idea.

Riddick sat a plate of eggs down in front of her, snapping her to the present. She took the fork he held out to her and quietly began eating. She really should hurry, she realized, since she still had to shower before she left for work.

She didn't though, and slowly ate her food while Riddick ate and read the paper. When she finished she gathered her dishes, rinsed them off, and deposited them in the sink.

Before she could turn away from the counter and head to the bathroom, an arm snaked around her waits. She looked down, and one of Riddick's muscular arms was set gently but firmly around her waist, his bronze skin a contrast to the white beater she wore, while the other hand was set on the counter to her right.

He leaned into her and she could feel his hot breath on her collarbone, drifting it's way down her shoulder. His lips barely brushed her ear when he spoke.

"Positive that you're ok?" he asked, his gravely voice quiet. He gave her hip a soft squeeze after his question, urging her to answer.

"Uh, yea. Just tired."

"Didn't sleep very well?"

She shook her head, silently feeling lame that she still let the past get to her and couldn't let it be over and done. She wondered if Riddick was every haunted by memories from his stays in prisons. She figured he probably was, from time to time, and made a mental not to ask him sometime.

Jack felt him nod slightly, but he didn't move away. She finally fidgeted a little, causing him to loosen his grip.

"Uh, I gotta get a shower. Thanks for breakfast"

He nodded again and stepped away to let her leave. As she walked out of the kitchen to the little hall, she could feel him watching her leave. She walked on, un-phased, and closed the door behind her. She stripped off her clothes quickly and then stepped into the shower and let the water rinse away the 'morning feeling.'

It was times like thesethat madeJack wonder exactly how Riddick felt about her. They always got along and were always close, but sometimes it seemed like he went out of his way to touch her orbe close to her. Did he have feelings for her besides just being friends? It was hard to tell.

She didn't always think that he did, because she didn't know when the change had happened. When had he started having those kinds of feelings, if he even did at all? She didn't understand why he would anyway. He was hot, to put it simply, and could pick up just about any girl for a one-night-stand. So why her? That's why she usually ended at the conclusion that he didn't think of her that way... but she wondered sometimes.

She got out of the shower about 15 minutes later and quickly toweled dry before wrapping the towel around herself. She wiped the fog off of the mirror and looked at herself. She wasn't ugly. In fact, she was pretty good looking. She'd been asked out by guys before and hadn't missed some of the looks she'd gotten from guys, but had never tried to pursue anything. She wasn't sure why, but none of the guys had struck her as someone she'd be into 'that way.' True, she hadn't really given them a chance, but she just wasn't interested.

"Jack, you almost done in there, babe? I gotta take a piss"

"Yea, yea, I'm coming," she mumbled back before making sure the towel was secure around her and then opened the door.

Riddick was waiting patiently outside the door and she walked past him, back to their room to change. She missed him subtly rake his eyes over her form before quickly looking away and going into the bathroom.

"See you tonight," Jack said, suppressing yawn, as she pulled on her jacket and opened the door. She was now dressed in loose, low rise jeans and a tight black t-shirt and would be able to make it on time to her job if she left right that minute.

"Later"

She nodded and left. She worked as an auto mechanic at a garage. It didn't bring in tons of money, but it was enough. She didn't exactly have to make a lot since Riddick's 'jobs' often got them a lot of money.


Riddick watched Jack intently when she walked away from the bathroom to their bedroom, wearing only a towel. That gave him a perfect view of her tone legs and, when she first stepped out, had given him a good glimpse of her cleavage. It was a nice view, to say the least. Once he realized that he was checking her out, he quickly went into the bathroom.

He didn't know exactly when he started being attracted to her, but he couldn't help it. It felt like it had just snuck up on him one day when he had walked into the kitchen and saw her standing there. She was beautiful. Obviously, growing that way is gradual and takes time...but damn he hadn't seen it coming.

She had long since let her hair grown, and she kept itfell to just past the middle of her shoulder blades. It was brown and thick and looked great. She was no longer a short scrawny little kid. She'd grown a couple inches and filled out perfectly. She was now about 5'7" and around 135 pounds. Her eyes were the same dark green but they were generally happier now. They didn't hold the sad and terrified look that they once had when he first met her. Once in a while they would briefly have that look, when she woke from a nightmare, but it quickly vanished when she realized where she was and that he was there.

She was gorgeous and living with her was a little harder than it had once been. At first he had scolded himself of thinking of her that way because she was just a kid, but then he realized that she wasn't a kid anymore. She was far from it, but he didn't do anything. She couldn't possibly feel that way about him in return, could she? She had too much going for her and she could have any guy. She deserved better than him, but God, he wished. The more he thought about it, the more he realized how well they were together. She was the only person who had ever accepted him even though she knew exactly who he was and exactly what he'd done. He'd never thought anyone would do that, and had always felt alone, that is, until she came along. Now he had someone. He had her. He had her friendship and her trust, and, even though he would have very much liked more, he was satisfied with that.


R and R. It's easy, and i'd VERY much appreciate it, so let me know what u think.

More coming, and i promise it's gonna get more interesting...