Chapter 20: Driven Insane
They were now only two weeks out from Furya. Shirah's excitement was overflowing causing a pleasant tension to follow her around everywhere she went. She hadn't seen Furya for over thirty years and she couldn't wait to finally be home again and finish the work she had started when she left those many years ago.
Meanwhile it was getting harder and harder for Riddick to even be in the same room with Kyra, everything she did affected him; the way she moved, her hair, her smell. Since they didn't have many clothes on board she had taken to wearing his pants held up around the waist with a belt so she didn't have to wear the tight black Necromonger pants. They itched she said; so now she would walk around wearing his pants hung low on those smooth, round hips with her tight, black long-sleeved shirt. He had never seen anything so sexy before in his life. He secretly enjoyed the fact that she wore his pants; it was, in a way, a sign of his claim to her. She was the only person he had ever let close enough that he would share his things with her. And she was torturing him with them.
They continued with Kyra's training, she was a quick learner and could even get in a few good hits once in awhile against him now. He learned that she would always take the hit if she could; never played nice and would often fight dirty if she could get away with it. He knew that someday, that could keep her alive.
As they trained together, they were also learning each other's strengths and weaknesses. Though Riddick moved with almost blinding speed, Kyra was faster, extremely agile and light on her feet; Riddick found that he could use that to their advantage when they fought together, using her almost as an extension of his arms as they had done when they were fighting the Necromongers on Crematoria.
It was late evening, and Riddick and Kyra had just finished up a training exercise, Kyra had left to take a shower after having worked up quite a sweat, but Riddick had stayed a while longer and continued punching the heavy bag trying to burn off some of the spare energy he had built up from being stuck on a ship for two and a half months. Finally finishing up, he headed to the galley and dimmed the lights so he could pull off his goggles. He grabbed a cup of water and leaned back against the counter to drink, enjoying the feeling of the water cooling down his overheated body.
As he relaxed in the dim room, Kyra entered and quickly spotted Riddick standing by the sink. She smiled at him and continued to the shelf to grab a cup for herself. Turning to the sink she glanced up at Riddick who didn't move, a slight smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Ass." She snorted as she reached around him, filling her cup with water.
As she did so, Riddick suddenly became aware that his joke may not have been the best idea. She was wearing his pants again and he could see the soft curve of her back between the hem of her shirt and the beginning of his pants. "Damn, what a view." He thought looking down. Kyra was temptingly close and he could smell the light scent of the shampoo she had used. It was driving him insane. She was driving him insane and he had had about enough.
Without warning he put his hand on her shoulder turning her around to face him. He reached down and grabbed onto her narrow waist, intoxicated by the feel of her curves. Slowly, torturously, he lowered his head; his lips stopping millimeters away from hers and he waited. If she wanted this, she would have to take the next step.
Kyra looked straight into his eyes; the only person who ever dared to really look him in the eyes, and then quickly closed the final distance pressing her lips against his. Almost instantly Riddick took control of the kiss, pressing Kyra against him. The feel of her body pressed against his closed his mind off from everything except her: Her feel, her smell, her taste. Slowly he deepened the kiss, flicking his tongue against her lower lip; her lips parted and he slowly, seductively, began exploring her mouth with his tongue.
He could feel his heart thudding against his ribs, and his breathing was becoming labored as the kiss went on. Seconds before it became too late to control himself and he took her there in the galley, he gently broke the kiss off and looked at Kyra questioningly, pleadingly. She nodded slightly, and that was all he needed. He leaned in and kissed her like a man who had been starving. As he did so, he began to walk backwards towards the door way, pulling Kyra along with him. His hands found their way under her shirt and he felt the soft flesh along her waist and back. Both of their breaths were coming in gasps between kisses now as they exited the galley and turned down the corridor to Kyra's room, Riddick still leading the way.
Shirah had just begun to exit her room and head towards the galley when she saw Riddick leading Kyra through the door into Kyra's room. She stood still for a moment, slightly embarrassed by what she had just witnessed, but then she smiled. Riddick had, after all, already chosen Kyra and Kyra had accepted; on Furya that was considered a marriage because once a man and woman chose each other, it was rare that they separated. Her priestess training came into effect and she silently said a little chant that a priest or priestess would say when a man and woman began their life together. Finishing up, she thought, "I hope they enjoy their 'wedding' night." Shirah grinned; honestly she had very little doubt that they would.