Remember me yet?
Jack's POV
It has been my experience in the past that there is only one thing to say in this situation.
SHIT DAMN FUCK BASTARD'S BITCH!
I am standing, naked, in an almost cold shower with an equally naked Richard B. Riddick.
While the view is nice, the fact that parts of him are very happy to see me and want to show it is very obvious. My nipples are hard.
I'm facing the opposite direction and am steadfastly not looking. I'm no blushing virgin, but when the guy that's turning you on is supposed to not flinch at the idea of your death it gets a little surreal.
And that's from a person who's been on streets so dirty a public porta potty looks pristine. And than on slept in places dirtier than that.
Soap, he has soap?
Excuse me while I marvel at this wonder. My first encounter with soap was in juvie.
Riddick's POV
It had taken all his control not to smirk when Jack saw parts of him sit up and beg.
He watched avidly as water streamed down her back and sides. He watched more intent on her body than anything else, as she poked the soap.
"Do ya know, the first time I ever heard of soap was in juvie? It took five guards and tranq to get me to use it. I still landed two in the hospital."
He blinks at meditative state. It's almost like she isn't aware of who he is. The animal in his head tells him to fix that. He suppresses it.
Than his brain caught up with what she said.
She was in juvie? And landed two guards in a hospital?
"They kept me around; the Tyrant insisted that they civilize me. Said it would be their greatest achievement ever. Dunno how they expected excessive use of the rod to civilize me."
He wants to press here against the wall and make her his.
"Especially since they killed her right in front of me. She was one of two people who gave a damn about my life. Seemed to think I was the only thing she got right. They waxed her while they were trying to wax me."
He almost growls. How dare anyone try and hurt his Jackie girl? But that would pull her from her mood. He didn't know anything about her past.
"She patched me up, comforted me, she was my mother in all senses of the word but blood. She took me in, sheltered me in her own way. She showed me how to live down an unforgivable name, showed me that boys get hurt less.
"She cared. She saw the woman in a girl's body, and let her be a kid for a bit. She was my mother." Her voice is filled with naked longing and sorrow.
All of his instincts scream at him to take her in his arms and touch her until the pain went away. He almost gives way. But she talks on, voice hardening.
"But those bastards wanted an R'n'R with me and she wouldn't let 'em. She always looked out for me. Than they took her body too. Damn mercs." The venom in her voice gives him pause.
Why would this woman hate mercs even before Johns?
"They caught me four months later. I ghosted five. It felt damn good. They dragged me off to the med facilities I just vacated. Wow, all the volunteers were just like me.
"Some dogs wanted to play, I didn't."
A tiny growl forces its way past his lips. She absently leans up against him, soap cradled in her hand. Her other hand turned the heat up a little.
"There were seven. Eight if you count the guy that came after me first. He didn't like no. I ghosted him fast. The others got emotional. Wonder how they even survived as long as they did.
"I ghosted them. Turns out they were top dogs. I met the top bitch and lo and behold, she's the first person who ever gave a fuck if I was alive or not. Day one and she saved me. Only five at the time. Got hauled away when she was ten.
"Anyway, she gets hauled off for an experiment and never comes back. I bust out. Hopped onto the HG and got sent to Hell."
She chuckles bitterly as she lays her head back onto his chest. He knows that she didn't realize what she was doing, yet it felt… Nice.
There hadn't been very many nice things in his life. Most of them came from Jack.
Sure Carolyn had died for him, but she never trusted him. And she had never turned to him for comfort, like Jack had many times on the skiff.
She had continued to trust him, than he left her with Imam. Did she still trust him? Or had his leaving shattered what he now realizes to be the most important thing to him?
Jack's POV
I feel so warm and safe, standing here. The water's pouring down all around me. My eyes slide shut. Hopefully, my dreams will not be haunted tonight.