Remember me yet?
Jack's POV
What did I do to piss off somebody? Who did I piss off? I lean my head against the wall of the shower.
I am so confused. One minute he's clinging to me like I'm gonna disappear (Which I did) as soon as he lets go, the next he lets me scramble away.
Holy fuck life is so much easier in the Slam. There I'd just beat something or someone till I felt better or I passed out.
Does he have a gym? Hmm, I'll have to explore.
Five rooms and Two holds later
Yes, he has a gym. A very nice gym. And a punching bag that looks like it'd be great for working out sexual frustration.
I start punching and kicking the bag. A stiff uppercut sends it swinging. Stepping to the side, I stick out an arm and jump as it passes by me.
It picks me up and swings my body around it, wrapping my gangly legs around it. I keep punching the bag until it swings to a stop.
Than I bend my body backwards and stretch my arms toward the floor. My hands touch the floor and I bring my legs down so that I'm now crouching, back to the door.
A change in the air behind me alerts me to the fact that I am not alone.
I curse mentally. All I'm wearing is as sports bra that looks like a skin tight tank top that ends right below my breasts and spandex shorts that reach an inch below my knees.
They're currently above my knees. Who the hell did I piss off and how can I make amends?
Riddick's POV
The sound of the water cutting off pulls him from his argument. Looking up expectantly, he sees her creep by the room in a very short tank top and spandex.
'Don't mind if I do' he thinks as he follows her.
He felt himself grow curious as she looks through the ship for something. She walks into the gym and makes a pleased rumble in her throat he bites back a groan.
Very alluring woman, she was.
When she makes a satisfied nod, her hair moves slightly and his attention is drawn to her neck.
She reaches a hand up and rubs her neck. Her long slender and alluring neck. It took almost all his control not to go over there and suck on her neck.
So distracted by his battle with his parts is he that he doesn't notice that she is in front of a punching bag until he hears the impact. Looking up, he sees her attack the bag with vigor.
Her hair dries before being plastered to her skull by sweat. He watches, fascinated, a bead of sweat make its way down her face.
His animal urges him to make the sweat drip from her sinfully sexy body because of a very different form of exercise. He considers it, before getting distracted again.
He watches as she sticks out an arm and lets the bag sweep her up. When she wraps her legs around the bag parts of him stand to attention.
He imagines those same silky legs wrapped around his waist and her hands occupied with something quite different from beating a bag.
When she lowers herself down from the bag, he finds himself directly behind her with no memory of crossing the floor.
He almost reaches out a hand to caress her exposed and sweaty skin but changes it into an arm circling her waist.
Standing, he carries her back to the bathroom.