hey. I'm really, really, REALLY sorry that's it's been so long. I was in Florida for a week and then this week i've been busy as hell. it kind of sucked, but hopefully i won't be so busy now. Apparently school work is important...who'd have guessed, right? hah
Anyway, it's a long chapter so hopefully that makes you happy. Forgive me if it's not that good cuz i don't know how good i am at writing some...stuff...
Hope you enjoy...
oh! i got a comment or 2 about spacing between words. IDK how that stuff is happening. It's fine when i type it and then gets messed up sometimes when i post it. Sorry, i'll do what i can.
REALIZATIONS
Jack shifted in bed and was met only by more blankets and pillows. Opening her eyes to small slits, she lifted her head. No Riddick. She flopped her head back down with a groan and rolled onto her back. She concentrated, listening to the sounds of the ship, and decided he was probably in the cargo hold. 'Already working...damn, did I sleep in?'
She checked her watch and, yes, she had slept in. She rolled over and went down the hall to the shower, trusting that to wake her up completely.
After a long hot shower Jack felt much more refreshed and clear headed. She stood in front of her closet with her towel wrapped around her, contemplating what to wear. She was about to grab for some running pants when she remembered last night and decided to see if she could get Riddick to 'notice' her. A wicked smirk tugged at her lips as she rummaged through her closet.
Normally Jack just went with loose jeans, cargo pants, or tear away pants, but she had a few pair of tight pants. She hadn't worn them in a while but she figured they might get Riddick's attention...maybe...hopefully.
She stood in front of the mirror once she was dressed and decided it was probably the best she could do. She pulled her hair back quickly and left the room to go to town for a little bit. She didn't really need anything, but she couldn't think of another reason to go through the cargo hold for something.
Riddick was lying under a console in the cargo hold, quickly redoing the wiring on the heater. He'd had to undo some of it the other day and had remembered about it when he was making coffee. It was a good thing too because it would've royally sucked to have gotten up into space and then be freezing.
"Hey Jack," he mumbled, hearing her on the stairs before she even said anything.
"Hey. I think I'm gonna go into town for a little bit"
"Ok...how long you plan on being out?" He asked, sliding out from under the console and blinking quickly when he took in what Jack was wearing. She definitely was dressed how she usually was, that was for sure, and he had to stop himself from staring.
"Dunno...um...I think I'm just gonna go back to that book store that I got your book at. I didn't get a chance to really look around. It shouldn't take too long, ok?"
"Uh...sure. Be careful," he said quickly before he could stop himself. If people hadn't looked at her before they were sure as hell gonna look at her now.
To his relief she just nodded and walked off down the ramp and out of sight.
"Shit," he mumbled, resting his head on the wall.
He was used to seeing Jack in some kind of cargo pants and sometimes a tight t-shirt or something and she looked good like that...but damn. She'd been wearing tight olive colored khakis that road low on her hips and hugged her hips perfectly. Her black spaghetti strap tank top had been just as tight and just as tantalizing. It fit her like a glove and ended somewhere around the middle of her bellybutton, showing a teasing amount of skin between it's hem and the top of her pants.
'She better not be making this wardrobe change permanent or this is gonna be about ten times harder...'
Hoping luck was on his side, Riddick went back to working on the heater while trying not to think of Jack.
Jack walked to the bookstore disappointed. As far as she'd seen, he hadn't done more than glance at her but she couldn't be positive. Those damn goggles made it impossible to tell what he was looking at and what he was thinking. Maybe, just maybe he'd liked what he'd seen and she just wasn't able to tell...
'And that's what is called wishful thinking...' Jack thought to herself, feeling disappointed without her consent. She hadn't wanted to hope Riddick would notice, but she had. She'd gotten her hopes up against her will, even though she wasn't sure if she'd totally expected Riddick to notice.
She looked around the bookstore for a while but only half-heartedly. Try as she might, she couldn't get herself to be interested in the books, so she left after only about 15 minutes of browsing around. She slowly trudged up to the ship and a hope started to light in her again that maybe this time Riddick would notice. She frowned and quickly quelled the thought and walked up the ramp and into the kitchen where Riddick was washing his hands.
"Back so soon?" he asked, not even turning around.
"Yea," she answered sullenly, plopping into a seat at the table.
"Why? Something happen?"
He actually sounded worried. Why would he be worried? She'd gone out before and he hadn't worried about it... except for the one time, and she'd flip if this was anything like that.
"No, I just didn't feel like looking around the book store"
"Oh... you ok?" Riddick asked, taking in the fact that she was fidgety.
"Yea...wanna work out?" she asked suddenly, sounding hopeful.
Riddick blinked quickly several times and was glad that he had his goggles on so Jack wouldn't notice. He'd been wondering when she'd want to and almost dreading the moment she'd ask. He couldn't really say no. He didn't have anything to do and, besides that, he hardly ever turned down a workout with her unless there was something else that had to be done right away.
"Sure, let's go"
Jack smiled and hopped up from her seat and went to put different pants on. She grabbed a pair of dark blue tear away pants and pulled them on before going down to the mat room. Riddick was already there and stretching out so she sat down next to him and did the same.
When they faced off they circled each other slowly, seeing who would be first to give in and make a move. Jack was itching for something to start but decided she wanted to our wait Riddick just for the heck of it.
She was about to give in and go for it when Riddick's leg darted out to sweep her feet from underneath her. She moved back just in time and they continued circling each other. They both threw a few punches but neither landed much.
Jack was getting particularly aggravated with the pace of things since she'd realized she had some pent up energy she wanted to vent. She watched him closely, never taking her eyes off him, and took advantage of him the moment he shifted his weight from one foot to the other.
She lunged forward and caught him with his weight off balance, bringing him to the floor beneath her. It took him all of a few seconds to get over his surprise, and he was soon rolled on top of her, pinning her beneath him.
"Not too bad," he chuckled.
"Yea, I got you down"
"Yea but you didn't keep me that way, did you?" he shot back, lowering and shifting himself to keep her from bringing an arm up.
She shrugged as much as she could in his hold and then grunted softly in discontent. Riddick just smirked down at her, completely comfortable to wait until she said Uncle. He waited and soon caught on that she was taking a second to get her breath back. He shook his head but was perfectly find with waiting.
Riddick gazed down at her and couldn't help staring at her lips, which were fixed in a subtle, cute pout since she was pinned. Before he really registered the decision, he lowered his face towards hers, wanting to see how her lips tasted. When the thought occurred to him that maybe he shouldn't, it was too late. He pressed his lips down to hers and found, much to his surprise, that her mouth was open to him. A small thrill passed through him and he lightly ran his tongue across her parted lips.
It suddenly struck him as odd that she didn't kiss him back.
'Huh...'
Then, to his horror, he felt her try to pull her arms from the hold he had on them.
'Shit'
He quickly pushed himself away from her and jumped up off her. He looked down at her and she looked up at him in surprise and she tilted he head at him, breathing a little heavy from the small lack of oxygen.
'Oh God...oh no...'
"Um...Jack...I... you should go..."
"Go?"
"To the kitchen or the bedroom or...anywhere, just...out, all right?" he said quickly and quietly, trying not to sound mad. He wasn't furious with himself and he didn't want to her to think he was mad at her. He looked around the room for something to take his anger out on but needed to wait till Jack was gone. Damn, what was taking her so long?
He turned and stared determinedly at the wall with his hands planted firmly on the padding. He wouldn't move until he knew Jack was out of the room. He wouldn't.
"Riddick..."
"Out," he repeated quietly but firmly.
He heard her move and hung his head, hoping she'd hurry up and get out. 'God, I fucked up so bad this time... she couldn't even move to get away from me or get me off...'
- -
Jack pushed herself into a sitting position, trying to figure out what the problem was. She'd opened her mouth to say 'Uncle' and had been taken totally by surprise when his mouth was on hers. Her heart skipped a beat and she froze, wondering if it was some sort of weird accident. She realized it wasn't when his tongue skimmed across her slightly parted lips and, god, it had felt good. She'd been trying to tug her arm away to bring to the side of his face, because it seemed like the right thing to do, and then he jumped off her like she'd burned. Then he wanted her to leave.
'Leave? But why? What'd I do? Maybe he didn't really mean to...no, no he meant to. Then why's he acting mad? Is he mad at me? No, he doesn't seem mad at ME. He seems mad at himself, but why? He didn't do...shit!'
Jack cringed when realization hit her.
'It's not what HE didn't do...it's what I didn't do...'
She hadn't kissed him back. She'd been so surprised that the kiss was even happening that she hadn't reacted to it in time.
'Shit, Jack, you're so stupid. Now he probably thinks he was forcing himself on me and I didn't want it. Screw that, I sure do...'
Jack pushed herself to her feet and slowly approached Riddick, where he stood facing the wall with his head hung. She stopped beside him and slowly reached out to touch his shoulder. His muscle twitched beneath her hand.
"Riddick..."
"I asked you to leave" He told her quietly.
"I know"
"Then go"
Jack shook her head and tried to get him to turn around. He just shrugged her off and made no move to look at her.
Jack sighed and ducked under his arm to stand between him and the wall so both of his hands were planted to either side of her head.
Riddick cleared his throat but refused to look at her like she wanted him to. He did, however, turn his head and look to the side so it didn't look like he was staring down at her breasts. They stood there for a few minutes and he was about to tell her to leave again when she spoke up.
"You didn't have to stop," she said quietly.
Riddick's head snapped to look at her, gazing at her hard through his goggles. She couldn't possibly mean what he thought she meant...what he wanted her to mean. She couldn't mean that, could she?
"Meaning?" he asked after a hesitation. He couldn't make assumptions.
"Meaning...I didn't want you to stop..." Jack said quietly, looking up into his goggles, not knowing what else to say or how to say it.
Riddick leaned down, intent on her lips, until his face was almost an inch from hers. He couldn't push her into this.
"But you didn't--"
"I was surprised," she whispered quickly, knowing what he was thinking. "Sorry"
Riddick shook his head and closed the rest of the distance between them. He captured her lips with his again, but this time she kissed him back. A quiver of excitement shot through him when she rested her hands on his stomach and her tongue met his as they explored each other's mouths. He dragged his mouth away from hers and traced his tongue along her jaw line, feeling Jack's slightly erratic breathing on his neck.
He stopped and rested his cheek on her temple, taking a deep breath.
"I should, though," he said quietly and grudgingly. "Stop, I mean"
Jack shook her head, appalled at the thought. There was no way she wanted him to stop.
"But Jack..." he whispered, nuzzling the side of her face lightly. He didn't even know why he was trying to turn away what he wanted so much, other than he didn't want to be pushing her into something she didn't want.
"Riddick, you're not making me do anything I don't want to do," Jack assured him, knowing where he was going and loving him all the more for it.
Riddick felt elated at her words and a sense of assurance filled him. This was ok.
He lowered his head and ran his tongue down to her earlobe, taking it into his mouth and gently tugging at it, rewarded by a gasp from Jack.
He dropped his hands to her waist and stepped closer, pressing his body flush against hers. 'This feels so right...' He moved his mouth slowly down her neck to her collarbone and roused a soft moan from her when he lightly sucked on it.
He stepped back and surveyed her silently, trailing his hands up from her waist to the sides of her ribcage. His rested his hands there lightly; almost afraid he'd break her. After great deliberation, he lifted her up to him and she wrapped her legs around his waist automatically.
Jack felt particularly vulnerable with her feet off the ground, but she knew she was safe in his arms. This was Riddick, after all, and she trusted him completely. She gazed down at him and frowned.
"Lights dim," she whispered. When the lights were low enough, she reached her hands up and slid his goggles off.
The look in his eyes surprised her. He usually guarded his feeling, but now there was raw emotion in his eyes. She just started at him and knew she was the only one who'd seen him like that.
After a moment, Riddick stepped away from the wall and carried her towards the door as if she weighed nothing. Jack held onto him closely and kissed along his neck lightly, still amazed that all of this was happening.
When she looked up, they were in the bedroom and Riddick sat down so that she was straddling his lap. He hastily pulled the hair tie out of her hair and let her dark locks fall around her shoulders, pausing for a moment to run his hands through it.
Riddick captured her lips in his again and ran his hands up and down her thighs slowly. Jack clung to his broad shoulders, feeling slightly light headed from all the sensations Riddick's touch elicited from her.
Wanting to feel more of her, his hands quickly found the waist of her shirt and pulled it carefully up over her head, discarding it to the floor. He gazed longingly at her in his lap and lifted her so that she stood tall on her knees. He bent his head forward and trailed his tongue from the bottom of her bra down her stomach, grinning when he felt her muscles twitch at his soft touch.
Jack lightly dragged her hand from Riddick's shoulders, up the back of his neck to the back of his head where her hands were met with the prickly feeling of short stubble. She was so intent on the feeling of Riddick's mouth on her that she hadn't noticed he was moving until he laid her back on the bed.
Riddick propped himself up above her and dragged his eyes over her, taking in her small form beneath his large one. He looked back up to meet her eye and stared at her long and hard, mercury meeting dark green.
"You're sure this is what you want?" he asked quietly.
"Positive"
Riddick nodded and took her hand in his, intertwining their fingers together. He held her hand as he surveyed her, taking her in.
"Beautiful..." he whispered, causing Jack to blush.
He grinned and lowered himself to her for a kiss.
Jack moaned softly into his mouth as she felt his weight on her. She could feel his hard muscles through his shirt and slowly reached down to find the bottom of his shirt. Grateful that he had untucked it to work out, she pulled it off easily and tossed it to the side.
Perfect. That was the only word that came to Jack's mind as she eyed him. She tentatively reached her hands out and trailed down from his shoulders, across his massive chest and down along his hard stomach, tracing the defined lines of his abs.
Riddick held himself above her to let her explore him all she wanted. Her soft touch was tantalizing and exhilarating. The tightness in his pants grew more so as her fingers traced over his lower abs before coming back up to his shoulders to pull him down to her.
Riddick let himself be drawn into the kiss and knew he'd never tire of kissing her. He slowly let his hand drift down to the waist of her pants and slowly began to push them down. Jack lifted her hips from the bed to help him, and her pants were soon on the floor.
Riddick dragged his mouth away from hers and nibbled along her jaw line to her neck, where he gently sucked and nipped at the skin.
Jack moaned softly and wrapped her arms around Riddick's back, feeling and familiarizing herself with every inch of skin she could feel. As Riddick worked his mouth along her neck and throat, she couldn't help but start to writhe under the onslaught of feelings he was awakening in her.
Riddick buried his face in her hair and reached his hand around Jack's back to find the clasp of her bra. He fumbled with it for a moment but soon had it undone and her bra, too, was tossed to the floor.
He stared at what he'd just released for a moment before reaching out to cup her left breast in one large hand. Jack gasped quietly and arched her back towards his hand, and his mouth soon replaced his hand as he sucked and licked, teasing her nipple into a peak. After a moment, he shifted and gave the same attention to her other breast, causing Jack to moan and clutch Riddick's shoulders, lightly raking her nails across his dark skin.
Riddick groaned and moved back up to Jack's mouth. Her hands on him felt great. Small and shy, but real. He knew she wasn't faking or calculating her responses. What they were doing was real.
He slowly lifted himself off of her and held himself up on his hands. He ran his hand through her hair and down her cheek, all the way down her side until his finger was hooked in her underwear. She looked nervous but not about him. The fear he saw in her eyes was one of someone who'd never been with a man before.
Slowly, he pulled her underwear down and off, watching her face to gauge her reactions. Jack just stared right back up at him, knowing she was safe with him.
He moved to kneel between her legs and moved his hand down to rest on her thigh. A small shiver ran through her and he hesitated.
"You ok?" he asked huskily. He was pretty sure it had been a shiver of anticipation, but he didn't want to be misreading anything.
"Yes," she nodded and gave him a small reassuring smile.
He moved his hand forward and ran his finger along her folds. She gasped softly and her hand tightened on his shoulder in expectance.
Gently, Riddick slipped a finger inside her and watched as Jack gasped and lightly bit her lower lip. At that moment, he wasn't sure if he'd ever seen something so simple look so damn sexy. He bent forward and took her lip in his own mouth as he slowly moved his finger back out and in again.
Jack's breathing picked up and became more erratic as he slid two fingers in side her. She was ready for him, but Riddick knew he had to go slow. He didn't want to scare her or hurt her, and that meant he had to go at a pace she'd be ok with. He felt her muscles begin to tighten around his fingers and her moved them a little faster to push her over the edge.
"Oh...Riddick...ahhh"
She gasped and sighed deeply before her eyes took on the look that they weren't really seeing what was in front of them.
Jack gasped and saw only Riddick as waves of pleasure raked through her, taking her to a place where rational thoughts were no where to be found. Her body shook and she closed her eyes to ride out the waves of sensation and reopened them to find Riddick propped on his forearms above her.
"You ok?"
"I'm great," She whispered back softly, met with a smile from Riddick. A big, true smile; one that only appeared on his face rarely.
Jack looked up at Riddick and saw her longing reflected in his eyes. She glanced down and her hands found the top of his pants. She looked up at him questioningly and he lifted himself up a little to oblige her. She fumbled a moment with the button but soon had the zipper undone, and he helped her get his pants and boxers off of him and he kicked them to the floor.
Jack looked him over and took in his size. Big. She wanted this, she'd longed for it for quite a while...and she was scared.
Riddick watched her closely and remained quiet. This was what he was hesitant about. He had to go slow for her so she'd get over her nervousness.
He lowered himself and situated himself between her legs, pulling them up so they were bent slightly. He positioned himself at he opening and moved his mouth close to her ear.
"Ok?"
He felt her nod and moved forward a little bit. He let her adjust and then moved forward again. Little by little, he pressed forward until she gave way to him totally and he was completely inside her.
"Still ok?"
"MmmHmm"
Jack shifted herself slightly and adjusted to Riddick's size. It hadn't hurt like she'd thought it might. The pain quickly subsided, and she loved the feeling of being amazingly full.
Riddick was perfectly still inside her and Jack knew he was waiting for her. He was softly nuzzling her neck and running his a hand up and down her arm for comfort. Jack smiled and pressed her hips up to him, encouraging him to continue.
Riddick pulled out and carefully pushed back in, and he established a slow pace, holding her close and kissing her deeply.
Jack ran her feet over his calves and arced up to meet him. She ran her hands over his chest and writhed beneath him under the rush of sensations. She moaned as he pressed into her and the friction continued to build with each of his strokes. Her fingers raked over his back as she let out a pent up groan, which roused a deep growl from Riddick.
Riddick reached under her and lifted her hips up to him to angle himself better inside her; looking to give her more stimulation. He loved being fully inside her. She was so warm and tight that it was almost hard for him not to loose it, but he kept himself under control. She had to go first.
Jack cried out softly as her stomach tightened and her vision slowly began to blur. She clung to his shoulders tightly and a lone team slipped from her eye as her body shook with her climax.
Riddick felt Jack's muscles tighten and picked up the pace, shuddering his own release just after he felt her reach hers.
He slowly lowered himself onto her while they regained the breath. They shared a thin layer of sweat and he rested his head on her shoulder, dimly becoming aware of her hands running lightly up and down his back. He turned his head and nuzzled her neck in response, before pushing himself up to look down at her.
He felt a rush of unknown emotions well up in his chest as he gazed at her and wasn't sure of the reason. She smiled up at him and he returned the smile and gave her a soft kiss before rolling over. He pulled Jack with him so she was laying on top of him, and he gently stroked her hair.
Jack snuggled into him and closed her eyes, feeling tired and completely happy. She slowly rose and fell with his chest, and the strong and steady rhythm of his heart slowly lulled her to sleep.
Riddick laid awake, even after he felt Jack fall asleep, and continued running his hand through her hair. He loved her, he realized after a few minutes of pondering the feeling in his chest. Of course he loved her, he always had, honestly, but now it was a different kind of love than it had been.
It suddenly stuck him that he might not have ever told her he loved her. Had he?...no, he hadn't. He was pretty sure it was an understood, but he was also pretty sure his mouth had never said the words.
He looked down at her and hated to wake her up, but it was suddenly very important to him that she knew.
"Jack..." He gently shook her shoulder and felt her stir and mumbled something unintelligible. "Jack, baby, wake up"
Jack sighed and lifted herself up a little, squinting up into the silver orbs she knew to be Riddick's eyes.
"Mmmm, what?"
"...I love you," he whispered, after a short hesitation.
Everything went quiet. Even the ship seemed to have fallen silent, as though it realized the gravity of the situation. Riddick watched with intense anticipation as a smile quickly spread over Jack's face.
"I love you, too"
"Yea?" He asked, relived, letting out a breath he hadn't noticed he was holding.
"Course I do"
Riddick smiled and felt complete, somehow; like something he'd been missing suddenly fell into place.
He blinked and was surprised when he noticed Jack's hand on the side of his face. He looked at her strangely as she took her hand away and stared at it.
"What?"
"You're crying..." she said simply, with the smallest hint of a smile.
"What..." Riddick felt his cheek with his own hand and felt a trail of wetness.
Jack gently wiped away the two streaks on his cheeks and kissed him softly before gazing at him intently.
"Does it make you that sad that I love you?" she asked with a small smirk, telling him she was only kidding.
"No...but it seems like forever since I've heard those words directed at me," he told her with a sigh.
"Really?" Jack asked, somewhat surprised. Growing up had sucked for her after he mom died, but before that she was happy. Her mom told her she loved her all the time. Why hadn't Riddick had that?
"Yea. Shit, I've been in and out of slam for a long time and then I was just in foster homes. Generally, they don't really love you like real parents."
"But one family did?" Jack asked, suddenly interested. Riddick rarely talked about his past but she was always interested when he did.
"Why is this conversation getting all deep and Riddick centered?" he asked awkwardly. He'd never talked about his past much before.
"Cuz if something makes Richard B. Riddick cry, I wanna know about it," Jack said matter-of-factly, moving to lay beside him.
"Whoa, where you goin?"
Riddick stopped her by tightening his grip around her waist and Jack rolled her eyes and chuckled.
"Nowhere"
She slid to the side and propped herself up on an elbow to look at Riddick expectantly.
"You're not gonna drop it right now, are you?" he asked drily, yet there seemed to be a small amount of amusement in his voice.
"Nope"
Riddick sighed and pulled her closer to his side, running his fingers lazily up and down her arm.
"There was this one family, when I was about 11, who were real, ya know? They didn't just take me in for the money. They wanted their daughter to have a brother, but they couldn't have kids anymore. They genuinely wanted me..."
"Not like the other foster homes?"
"Damn straight. All the other parents were mostly pervs who liked little kids... sick stuff. Anyway, once I realized they weren't like the other people, I loved it there. They cared about me and told me they loved me and everything...it was great, until..."
He trailed off and Jack let him take his time to think about what to say.
"Things were fine until just after I turned 13. The girl, Tracey, was a year older than me and some kids were messin' with her while we were walking home from school. I guess they were probably 15 or something and they were catcalling at her and one kid had the gall to start feeling her up. It pissed me off and, I dunno, I guess I just snapped. I tackled the kid and hit him anywhere I could get my hands on. That was the first time I ever wanted to kill someone and actually did something about it...I beat the shit out of him. You just don't treat a girl like that, and I swear to god I would've killed him if his friends and one of the neighbors hadn't pried me off of him. I don't know what happened to him after that..."
"What did you're parents say?" Jack asked, pretty sure she kind of knew where this was going.
Riddick swallowed and unconsciously pulled Jack closer to his side. "Nothing. The cops came and took me home. Tracey told them what happened so they let me off, even though they didn't really want to. The parents heard what I did and saw what the other boy ended up looking like...and they freaked out. They couldn't look at me the same way. Every time they did look at me there was this weird look in their eyes...they thought I was an animal. I guess I am..."
Jack shook her head and kissed his side while he paused.
"They gave me back up to system after that. They said they didn't think they could 'control me.' ...I scare away the people who care about me." He added the last part quietly, after a pause.
Jack had the feeling there was something more to his last statement, but didn't push him to tell more. She sat up and looked down at him. "You're not gonna scare me away, you know," she reassured him.
"I hope not"
"You won't. I love you and that means all of you. I'm not gonna leave you. I'm not scared of you."
"Good. I don't know what I'd do if you left," he admitted quietly, surprising himself with the true confession.
"Well, I'm not going anywhere," Jack stated simply.
With that she laid back down next to him with her head resting on his chest. They fell into a silence but neither of them fell asleep.
"I'm sorry," Jack said after a few long minutes.
"What for?"
"For how they treated you"
"Nah, don't be. It was a long time ago..."
"Yea, but it's still a sad story..."
"Well that's what you get when the conversation gets deep and Riddick centered; sad and depressing. I'm pretty boring"
"No you're not. I think you're very interesting"
"Well I think I'm boring"
"Aw, are you bored now?" Jack asked in a mock-sad voice.
"Yep"
"Hmmm...how do you think I could perk your interest?" Jack asked suggestively, shifting to press her body against his.
"Mmm...I think you're on the right track, darlin'," he growled with a smirk, rolling to pin her beneath him.
Riddick buried his face in her hair and Jack laughed softly when his stubble brushed against her neck, tickling her. He pulled back and sighed, causing Jack so shiver as he breath washed over her neck.
"God...I love you," he whispered huskily in her ear.
He ran his hands over her and he knew he'd never get enough of her.
"Mmm..." Jack moaned when she felt Riddick position himself at her opening and she squirmed, trying to draw him in closer.
Riddick obliged and slowly pressed himself in, groaning as he did so.
"You have no idea how long I've wanted this...us..." Riddick said after a moment. Part of him still wondered if it was too good to be true.
"Yea, I know the feeling," Jack informed him with a smile.
Riddick wondered for a moment and then realized all his worrying and agonizing had been for nothing. She'd wanted him all the time too, he just hadn't been smart enough to see it.
"Well, you're mine now," he chuckled; moving out of her and back in a long, slow movement.
"Hmmm...mmm..." Jack opened her mouth to say something but was interrupted by a moan, coming as a result of Riddick's moving inside her. "Hmm...that better mean you're mind too then" she said quietly, with a smirk.
"Baby, I've always been yours," Riddick told her, smiling softly before stroking into her again.
Jack smiled and pulled him closer, relishing in the feel of him. It was a while before they got around to getting to sleep.
Well, there it was. I hope you liked it. Let me know, PLEASE. I had a hard time writing it cuz i didn't know how i was doing with the intimate stuff. I didn't want to throw them right into bed and i wanted to show that Riddick didn't want to push Jack into it and stuff...so yea, PLEASE PLEASE tell me how it was. I'd appreciate it SOOOO much.
SO, that's that.R and R. The next chap shouldn't be too far away...i hope.
