Hey, well here's the next chp. I've had it done for a while and just haven't put it up, sorry. But i promise the next chp is soon, cuz i'm just about done with it. Whoo hoo! so yea, interesting stuff it about to happen...
FORGOT TO LOCK IT
Riddick woke up late the next morning, feeling Jack slip out from under his arm. "Mmm...where you going?"
"To the kitchen, I'm hungry"
Riddick just chuckled and buried his face in the pillow, wanting to go back to bed. She always seemed hungry and could seriously pack it away if she wanted to, not that any of it showed.
Sleep didn't come so he got up and went to the kitchen just as Jack was sitting down with a bowl of cereal and some coffee. He got some coffee for himself and sat across from her.
"So, what're you doin today?" She asked around a mouth full of Cheerios.
"Dunno"
Jack nodded and ate the rest of her food heartily.
"I'm gonna take a shower," She informed him, walking out of the kitchen down the little hall.
Riddick read the paper while she showered before going to the bedroom to change out of his sweat pants. He looked through his clothes and grabbed a pair of black jeans. He usually wore his standard black cargo pants but Jack was slowly getting him to start expanding his wardrobe. She tried to get him khakis once, but she even admitted that it just didn't seem 'right' on him.
He pulled on a black beater and turned when Jack walked in, wearing only a gray tank top and a pair of black underwear.
"Forget some pants?" he asked after moment, trying to cover up the fact that he was trying hard not so stare at her legs.
"They got wet..." she trailed off and walked past him to get some pants.
He watched as she walked away from him and bent over. His eyes were glued to her ass and her hips. Damn, she had great hips. They just begged to be spread apart, and... 'Shit, stop. Damn...maybe I need to get laid...'
He shook his head and left the room, wondering if he did need to get laid. It'd been quite a while since he'd gone out to find some 'female companionship.' Naturally, he'd never brought any girls home, since he shared a bed with Jack, but he'd gone out to get some before. He hadn't since...well, since he started seeing Jack differently. That had been...shit, he didn't even remember how long ago it'd been. Maybe that's what he'd do today...
Jack joined him in the living room a little while later and pulled on some socks, followed by her tennis shoes.
"Goin somewhere?"
"Yea, i'm gonna hang out at Kylie's for a while and then we're going for a run. I think I'm gonna stop at the store on the way home to get some, uh, stuff. Need anything?"
"Not that I can think of. What kind of 'uh, stuff' are you getting?" He asked curiously.
"Just stuff"
"Like...?"
"Never mind," she grinned a little and got up from the couch.
"What? Come on"
"It has nothing to do with you so you won't really care"
"Then just tell me"
"Tampons"
"Oh, yea...you're right, I don't care, as long as I don't have to go get them again," He said quickly, remembering the time he'd had to go get some for her. There had been so many damn brands and he'd been confused as hell. He hoped he wouldn't have to do it again.
"Right. Well, I'm gone. I won't be out late or anything, so I'll see you later"
Riddick nodded and she left. Perfect, now he was free to go out and do whatever he wanted. Or, more to the point, WHOever he wanted.
He hauled himself off the couch, feeling somewhat guilty for some reason. He wasn't sure why. He was a man and he had certain needs, so what was the problem? He wrote the feeling off and left the apartment.
An hour later he was at a brothel he'd heard talk of on the street, and waiting for the girl the owner was going to bring to him. When the man asked him what he was looking for, he gave a vague description of a girl and the man said he'd be right back. Once the man was walking away, Riddick realized he'd described someone that should look something like Jack, and he cringed for a moment. Was that sick of him? He wasn't sure, but all he needed was a good lay so it shouldn't matter what the girl looked like.
The rather plump man came back a few minutes later with a girl on his arm. Riddick sized her up. She was taller than Jack and skinner... shit; that didn't matter. This had nothing to do with Jack.
He nodded and the owner walked away again as the girl took Riddick's arm and led him back to a room. She shut the door behind them and advanced towards him, swaying her hips under her barely-there skirt. She walked up to him and slid her hands under his shirt, going straight for his belt buckle. She got it undone but Riddick stilled her hands and bent forward to kiss her. Most girls in these places don't let you do that, but he'd specifically asked for one that would.
The girl kissed him back aggressively and slipped her hands under his shirt to feel his chest. 'Jack wouldn't be this aggressive; she'd be shier about this... shut up!' He tried to rid his head of thought of Jack, and pulled the girl closer to him. 'She doesn't feel right. Jack feels perfect... shut the hell up!'
"What's the matter, sugar?" The girl asked sweetly, looking up at him when he hesitated.
"Nothing," he said quickly, but something was wrong.
As soon as she spoke, the first thing he thought was that she didn't sound like Jack. Her voice was much to high to be Jack's, and too sickly-sweet. Jack's was naturally lower and this girl just wasn't right. He'd never be able to do this when thoughts of Jack kept popping into his mind, distracting him and telling him how 'wrong' this girl was.
"I have to go," he said suddenly, buckling his pants back up and heading to the door. As an after thought, he threw some money on the bed and then he just left, leaving the girl to glare at him. He didn't care.
He walked right out of the building and back to the apartment to take a shower; both to cool himself down and to get the smell of the girl off of him.
He got out of the shower and walked around the apartment to find something to do. He felt restless, and nothing held his attention for long. He finally settled for doing push-ups, followed by sit-ups and then push-ups again, and so on, while wondering when Jack would be home.
His question was answered around 4:00 when Jack walked through the door, while he was on his 3rd time around of push-ups.
"Hey, having fun?" she asked with a smirk.
"Yep, sure am," he said sarcastically with a grunt, continuing.
Jack rolled her eyes and put her bag away before going back to the living room.
"What're you on? Like...500?" She asked after a moment of watching him, noting the sheen of sweat on his arms.
"Nope...50," he said, switching to lie on his back for his sit-ups.
"Oh, yea...how long you been at this?"
"Dunno...for a while..."
"Well don't hurt yourself," she said simply, getting up to find something to do. She figured he was 'in the zone' and wouldn't want to be distracted from his precious work out.
"Don't think I will. Wanna join?"
"Huh?"
"What, sit-ups and push-ups too hard for you?"
"No, but I just ran 6 miles, so I don't feel like it"
"Well...boo-hoo for you," he teased.
Jack shrugged and got a bottle of water and sat watching him for a while. After his sit-ups be got to his feet and flopped onto the couch next to Jack.
"So, what're you doing for the rest of the day?" he asked, taking her water and finishing it.
"Dunno...but I suggest you take a shower..."
"Am I too smelly for you?"
"I could deal with it, but I'd probably move to the chair over there because, yea, you kind of smell"
"All right, but you get to make dinner then." he got up and headed down the hall to the bathroom to take a shower... again.
When he came back out Jack was pulling a pizza from the oven.
"Whoa, talk about good timing...wanna grab some plates?"
They ate quietly at the table, neither having much to say. They put their dishes in the sink when they were done and Jack splashed some water at Riddick, just for the heck of it.
"What was that for?"
"It was an accident...my hand slipped"
"Like hell it did," he smirked.
"Oh well, what're you gonna do about it?"
"Oh, you don't want to know," he grinned, grabbing a cup that still had some milk in it.
"Don't even..." too late. He dumped the cup of milk on her head.
"Damn you, not I have to take another shower"
Riddick shrugged and turned to walk away, thinking it was over. It wasn't. Jack reached out and squeezed just the perfect spot on his side. The only spot she knew of that he was ticklish. He quickly grabbed her hand and pinned her against the counter, his hand hovering over her stomach, a smile on his face.
She opened her mouth to say something and he tickled her. She laughed uncontrollably, squirming against him to get away. He stopped when she was laughing so hard that she might not be getting enough oxygen and watched her get her breath back, unable to help that fact that his eyes fell on her breasts, watching them rise and fall.
He stepped back quickly, hoping to God she hadn't felt the small twitch of arousal that had started in his pants. She didn't seem to, thankfully.
"Well that was fun, but now I have to go take a shower...again. Ass"
"Uh, yea, I'm gonna go down to the basement," he said quickly, needed to let loose somemore energy.
"Yea? You ok?"
"I'm fine. I won't be too long"
"Ok, lock the door behind you," She said over her shoulder. For some inexact reason, she liked the doors locked when Riddick wasn't home. Riddick was a sense of security for her and when he was gone, locked doors were the best replacement she had for him.
"Yea I know," he mumbled as she headed away.
He finished putting the dishes away and put the leftovers in the fridge before heading to the door. He left and walked down to the basement, having the strange feeling that he forgot to do something...
Just under an hour later, Riddick was pulling his boots back on and heading to the door of the basement room. He hadn't been able to get rid of the feeling that he forgot about something and remembered what it was just as he locked the door to the room. He didn't lock their apartment door. 'Shit...nah, it should be fine. She'll never even know.' He assured himself.
But as he pulled the key from the lock, the nagging feelingthathad been telling him he forgot something turned into a different feeling. A feeling that something wasn't quite right. He was sure nothing could be wrong, but he'd learned to trust his instincts, so he quickened his pace as he headed back up to their room, his senses on alert.
Riddick turned the corner to their room and froze. The door that he absolutely knew he'd shut behind him now stood slightly ajar...
oh boy...what's gonna happen? The next chp should be up soon...maybe even later tonight if i get around to finishing it...
R and R to tell me what u think
