Chapter One

Riddick's POV

You're next to me, sitting in the co-pilot chair. You still smell the same, even after taking that shower. The scent that is all You. Kyra. Even breathing, staring straight out into space, not even asking where we are heading. Not like you, just sitting there. Fuck it. If you want to talk, you'll open your mouth.

I know of a place to go to. We may have to jump ship. If you can survive slam, you can survive this planet. It'll be interesting though. All alone, with…Her. No one for you to turn to. No one to impress with your attitude either. Most important of all, no one for you to kill. We can hunt. Interesting. Can one animal help subdue another animal?

Kyra's POV

I can see you smiling. Or, what qualifies for the Riddick as smiling, a little tug at the corner of your lips. I know what you're thinking. You're thinking of the next place for us to go to. I don't care where we go, as long as it's together.

Who knows…maybe we can play another game. I wonder who won the last one?

Riddick's POV

You're asleep. In a deep sleep. I know it's because I'm the only one on board. I creep over to you and pick you up. You're heavier than I thought. Must be muscle. I head over to the bedroom. One bed. Two adults. It's been a long time. I put you down, not too gently, and you open your eyes slightly.

"Sleep," I say. A one word statement that you agree with and obey.

You're breathing evenly again. I already set the ship on autopilot. It'll take care of itself now. I'm tired and I stink.

The shower feels good. It's hot, and the feel of soap running over my body is relaxing. I close my eyes, lower my head, and rest my hands against the wall in front of me. I feel you staring at my back, just before I smell you. I don't move. You'll let me know what you want from me soon enough. The door to the stall opens and you get in. I don't move, but having you so close to my body is a real turn on. You bend and pick up the soap I left sitting on the shower floor. I can hear you lathering up the soap on your hands. I still don't move. I can hear the small, sharp intake of your breath as you place your hands lightly on my back.

You're rubbing harder now. I like the feel of your hands on my back. I'm no longer dirty, but you continue to massage my back. The pressure from the rubbing suddenly lets up. Your scent is stronger now, but the vibe I'm getting tells me something's wrong. I remove my hands from the wall and straighten up. Your hands have fallen away by now. I turn around in plenty of time to catch you as you faint on me. What the hell? Not what I expected. Not what I wanted either. But here I am, holding a very naked Kyra in my arms.

For the second time I'm carrying you back to the bedroom. Dumb move Kyra. You should've finished what you started. There's time for that though. Most people think I'm a monster. Most people are right. But I'm not monster enough to rape though. Kyra…you're willing to come to me on your own. You've never been afraid of the big bad persona. Never had that before. The part where a woman is willing to come to me. Had a certain type of willing before, but always paid for it. I lay down, close my eyes and drift off.

Kyra's POV

I'm lying on something and it's soft. Soft? I open my eyes slowly and tense. I'm in a dark room and apparently on a bed. I'm not alone too. It's Riddick of course. Who else would smell that good?

I remember now. Don't know what I was thinking. No, wait. I know what I was thinking, just didn't think you would be thinking the same thing. Shit. Do you even think the same thing? Don't want to be a whore. Don't want to whore myself out again.

I shift ever so slightly. Are you awake? Probably. It's too dark to tell. I can feel your goggles lying against your right hand. We're that close. Always wanted to know what they would feel like on. I reach over and just as I go to grab them I suddenly have a 245 pound beefy man hovering above me. There they are, those shiny orbs of yours. Shit, I'm staring.

"Shit Riddick. Get off."

You bend down to…what…kiss me? Nope. You're smelling me.

"I smell good or what? Get OFF." I'm agitated and I tense up even more.

You're smirking now. At least I think you're smirking cause your mouth has found its way to the side of my neck. It feels…good. I try to squirm but you have my hands pinned over my head and are holding me down with your massive body.

"Do you want to?" You whisper into my ear, causing me to shiver.

Shit. Of course I do. I only nod.

"Lights, 10 percent," you growl out.

I can see you now. You release your hold on me and my hands find their way to your chest as you ease yourself up. I don't know why you move some more, and by doing so, lift me into a sitting position. All I know is I'm still staring you in the eyes. You're holding out your hand and at the end are your goggles. Your hand opens and they drop into my lap.

"You won't be able to see much," you say, smirking.

"What?" I'm sitting there confused while you get up and walk out the door. Bastard, you don't even answer me. I look down and see the goggles. You just played me. You knew that I was reaching for your goggles when I thought you were asleep. Shit. That's what you were asking. Do you want to, he asks. DO YOU WANT TO? I don't fuckin' want to try on your goggles anymore. I want, well, something else, and you know it. Damn. I let out a snarl and I can hear your booming laughter coming from the hall.

"Yo Riddick. I still have your blinders, Shiny Eyes."

"Don't need them. I can see just fine."

I wait. There's obviously more to follow with that comment.

"Can you?"

Yes. I can see just fine too, asshole. I spot your shivs, just above your pillow, and pick one up. I'm at the doorway now and there you are, leaning against the wall looking so calm. I hold the shiv up. You're not moving and there is no smile on your face. You'll catch it, won't you? I mean, you're Riddick.

Turns out you didn't have to. It ended up slightly off target and embedded itself into the wall, about a foot from you. I'm fuming now. You made me miss.

"Sloppy, Kyra. What? I'm not big enough of target for you?"

I lunge at you.

How the hell do you move that quickly? I'm up against the wall, and about two feet off the ground.

"Rules kid," you snarl out. Guess I make you a bit edgy. "There's going to be rules. You wanna fight, I won't hold back. And kid, let's face it. You ain't much of a fighter to take me on. So rule one: you come at me like that, I'll knock you down. Rule two: You have to wake me up for something, you use your voice. Don't touch me. I'll more than likely end up hurting you. Rule three, and this is the most important one: lights never go past 40 percent, got it?"

Shit, are you ever edgy. You let go, and suddenly I fall heavy to the floor. I'm still standing, somewhat, and I hate the situation. You saved my ass just to piss me off.

"I haven't been a kid for the longest of times, Riddick," is all I say. I walk away. I'll let you have this pissy, 'I'm the big bad' attitude, for now. I have just the same amount of big bad in me, anyhow. Sooner or later it's gonna surface baldy.