Remember me yet?
Jack's POV
A hand tangles itself in my hair as he bares my throat to him. He places his lips at the base of my throat and starts to suck.
I moan and sense his eyes glint. My own eyes darken with arousal. His other arm snakes around my waist.
He circles up and around my neck until he was nibbling my ear, occasionally pressing his tongue to it. I moan again.
His hand slips between my thighs and caresses my scars. He's not upset by them, but he cares.
He says my name like something sacred. "Jack."
I whirl up. Something's not right. Something is missing. There's a faint scent of vanilla, it's covering up everything else.
Where's Riddick? The room doesn't even smell like him. I start to breathe faster. He's always here when I wake up.
Standing, I make my way over to the dresser. Hands shaking, I open one of the drawers. His scent wafts up to me, and I take in a breath.
I pull out one of the items. It's a wife beater.
I pull it on, and take a deep breath again. I don't know why I feel so afraid without him nearby. He's a fucking killer!
I start pacing. The man is a killer, why am I so turned on?
I need to work out.
I grab a pair of pants, his, and have to roll them up. I straighten, and take a deep breath. His scent fills my nostrils, insanely, calms me down.
Now, where was the gym again?
Five rooms (and no Riddick dammit) later
How big is this ship and why do I keep getting lost in it? It's like something is trying to get me to somewhere else.
…Getting to mystical for me, so moving on.
So, once again, I ooh and aw over his gym before getting down to some serious work here.
It looks like he has a virtual sparring set up. Let's see how good it is.
Riddick's POV
He curses vilely as he stalks through the ship. Jack had moved. Why could the woman not stay put?
A faint thud catches his attention. Was she in the gym again? Did she have an obsession with it?
He stalks through the ship and opens the door. Looking in, he sees what is the most arousing thing he has ever seen.
Jack had set his virtual sparring to a combination of a woman he didn't know and a teenager he didn't know. Both were females, and both were vicious.
"HEY DIPWAD! YOUR DEFENSE ON THE LEFT SIDE IS DOWN!" The teenager bawls out.
"OH YEAH! WELL SHUT THE FUCK UP BECAUSE YOU HAVEN'T BEEN ABLE TO GET PAST IT!" The woman bellows back.
"YOU BOTH SUCK NOW GET YOUR MINDS BACK ON THE DAMN FIGHT, ASSHOLES!" Jack snarls.
JACK snarls. Riddick starts as he sees a whole new side to his Jack. She was crass and vulgar, and completely alluring.
"SO DID YOU GET ANYTHING, SHIT FOR BRAINS?" The two females bawl at the same time.
"NO, BUT NOT FOR LACK OF TRYING! DAMN I NEVER REALIZED HOW NICE IT WAS TO BE ABLE TO RELAX LIKE THAT AFTER A DAY OF WORK!" Jack howls back as she slams a metal pipe into the teenager's gut.
"YEAH, WELL YOU KNOW WHAT THEY SAY! SEX IS LIKE AIR, IT'S NOT IMPORTANT UNTIL YOU'RE NOT GETTING ANY!" The woman bawls as she took Jack down.
"Fuck," Jack mutters as the virtual reality shuts down.
"Don't worry so much, J, you're not damaged goods, you're enhanced goods," the females quip and Jack groans.
"I should never have introduced you two, even if it is a sim."
The two women put a hand on either side of Jack's face and whisper something that Riddick can't make out before disappearing.
Jack's shoulders start to shake, and the tang of salt water fills the air.
"I miss you two, and I really wish you could have met in real life. Gomen ne, lo sento, sorry."
Riddick backs out of the room and closes the door. He felt, unclean, watching something as tender as that, like he'd betrayed something sacred.
The sound of grunts and flesh hitting punching bags brings him back. He opens the door.