"Kid... go to sleep." She could be the most annonying...

"Riddick. I have a name. It's Jack."

"Jack. You're a girl. Jack is not a girls name."

"Well, it's my name."

"What's your real name kid?" He glanced over at her. Riddick was sitting with his feet up on the console, his legs stretched out in front of him, his hands folded on his stomach. Imam and the holy boy were asleep in the back, and the ship was dark. His goggles were off.

Jack on the other hand was curled up in the co-pilots seat. Her feet her under her, and she was turned sideways in the chair, looking at him. Her head was resting against the seat, her eyes fixed upon him, she studied him.

"Jaquetta Marx... and I hate it."

He smiled.

"Jaquetta? Aww...that's cute kid." She growled...something she had picked up from him. "Real cute kid."

Riddick opened the door to room 323, and stepped inside. He didn't know how tonight would go. He didn't know if he'd be able to see Jack in the dress he'd bought, or if he'd just see Kyra... and he wasn't sure if he wanted to see Jack. Maybe Kyra had finally helped him get over her...

Riddick stepped inside further, closing the door behind him silently. He slid off his goggles, looking around.

Kyra stood in the corner, brushing her hair. She was humming softly, and had obviously not heard him enter. He stood still, watching her. The night gown he had bought barely brushed her thighs, but it molded to her breasts. It dipped down low, tantalizing every curve she had. He suddenly realized what a good purchase it had been. Then he stopped again. He couldn't distinguish if he were seeing Jack, or if he were seeing Kyra. They were molding into one.

He stepped forward, into the soft light of the room. Kyra jumped, raising her hand to her chest, breathing out slowly once she saw him. She smiled and opened her mouth, then closed it slowly, remembering her vow of silence until they were done. Riddick stopped walking.

He opened his mouth, then closed it. When had he went from wanting Jack...to wanting the girl that played her?

"You can talk... from now on... it's stupid for you not too...I don't think of Jack nearly as much anymore...I just think of you Kyra..."

Kyra took a step back, studying him slowly. He held his breath, dammit! What was this slip of a girl doing to him? She slowly smiled, then stepped forward, wrapping her arms around his neck and raising her face up, kissing around his face slowly. He pulled back.

"Kyra... I'm leaving in a week. I can't promise I'll be back...I'll try but I can't promise." She looked down.

"I know Riddie... I know... it's okay... we have this now."She stepped towards him again, standing on her tip toes and pressing herself against him. She wrapped an arm around his neck, and raised her face to his, kissing him deeply. He started to pull back again, but she followed him, kissing him even deeper. Finally, he gave in.

She ran a hand over his head, digging her nails into the back of his neck, thrusting her tongue into his mouth, exploring slowly. He groaned loudly. He hadn't been kissed in five years, and he had never, ever been kissed like this. He wrapped his arms around her, picking her up. He walked over and sat her on the edge of the bed, as she reached up with her arms and pushed up his shirt, kissing around his pants softly.

Riddick ran his fingers through her hair slowly, gazing down at her. She was going to be hard to leave...very hard. He pulled her back up, and with one fluid motion brought the nightgown off over her head. She buried her face in his chest, kissing softly, nibbling on his collar bone. He growled, pushing her back on the bed gently. He pushed off his pants and plopped down on top of her, catching himself to keep off his weight. She giggled softly, wrapping her arms around his neck, pressing her hips up against his. That just made him want her more.

Riddick bent his head down, catching her mouth in his own, kissing her deeply, thrusting his tongue in roughly as he thrust into her, she moaned beneath him, arching her back up to meet him, digging her nails into his back. Riddick thrust into her harder, and faster, groaning loudly. He bent his head away from her mouth, biting down on her shoulder until he tasted blood. Kyra didn't seem to mind. She climaxed once, writhing beneath him. He continued thrusting. Slowly he reached one hand between them, supporting his full weight with the other, he began rubbing her softly, bending his head to catch her lips again. A moment later her thrust in deeply as she climaxed around him again, and quickly had to catch himself before collapsing on top of her.

Riddick groaned loudly, rolling on his back, pulling Kyra on top of him. She lay there, completely limp, panting loudly. Riddick wrapped his arms around her, kissing her forehead softly. A few moments later she finally started moving, curling up to him, kissing his neck. Riddick closed his eyes, he was definitely sated for the moment. He pulled Kyra closer, kissing her temple softly. She curled up more, mming softly, closing her eyes and sighing into his neck. He began relaxing, he relaxed more around her than he relaxes around anyone. Slowly, he began to fall asleep.

Kyra waited until she could feel his breathing even out, until she felt his arms around her get heavier, letting her know he was asleep. She slowly ran her fingers down his arm, nuzzling her face into his neck. She closed her eyes.

"I love you Riddie..." she whispered softly, snuggling as close as humanly possible, then slowly fell asleep.