Wow it has been so long. Let me apologize, life happens. Anyway on with the show….

He has to know I'm awake, I thought to myself. I'd been watching the display of back

muscles protesting for the last 10 minutes. Riddick sat shirtless with his back to me

making what I can only guess as another weapon.

"Back again at staring?

Ahh there it was. I'd been waiting for a shitty remark.

Moving slowly I sat myself up flicking Riddick off, grunted from the pain. Stitches

pulled against flesh. Swear poured down my face.

Riddick popped his neck and laid down the metal he had been working on.

"Why get up Steel" I heard a hint of fatigue in his voice.

"I got to take a piss Riddick; you know people do that from time to time."

He put his hands up in the shape of a cup and raised his eyebrows at me. I swear the man

could be so damn annoying.

"Fuck off Riddick" I said grunting finally getting to my feet. I hobbled away to what the

fuckers of the prison called a "toilet" and relived myself. Pulling myself up was

excruciating but it was do able, do able was a good thing.

"See Riddick I can get up by myself now you can go back to your normal fucked-up

existence." Even to myself my voice sounded weak. I hated that.

"Can't I already told you." Riddick turned his attention back to the metal he was

molding.

"Well if your going to stay at least go get me some food."

"Can't I'm busy."

Damn I've never known someone to piss me off as much as this block of muscles could.

"Gee Riddick, you're a big fucking help."

"I try."

Man I think I could hit him with my shiv from here. Maybe knock him out and shut up

the one liners for awhile. In the end I decided not to. I wasn't scared I was just well I'm

not healed yet. If I was healed I'd definitely do it. I can't believe I got myself in this

situation. I broke my own rules and I almost died because of it. Probably would have if it

wasn't for Riddick. Damn now I owed him. I hated owing anyone anything. I thought of

seeing the ocean again before I feel back into a deep sleep.

"Steel" gravel calling my name. I opened my eyes feeling Riddick's body close to me.

"What?" I whispered still drowsy.

"Get under the covers its getting cold."

I hated being told what to do. But I had to hand it to him it was getting cold and a blanket

was luxury. I moved myself under the blanket a little and was surprised there was only a

twinge of pain.

"I'm either dying or getting better. Great fucking options."

Riddick laughs in my ear as I push myself even further under the blankets. Before I even

realize it I'm up against Riddick and he's hard as any metal I've ever felt. Fire raced

through me and it threw me off. I'd never felt that intense before by a little feel.

"That better be another piece of fruit Riddick." My voice sounded weird to my ears and it

made me mad.

"Only the best kind." Riddick smirked pushing harder against me.

Once again I feel that intense longing and it makes me really uneasy. I tensed my body and Riddick laughed.

"You talk a lot of shit steel, maybe one day I'll let you play with Big Evil."

I don't know what came over me but I pushed back moving my hips to rub against him.

Riddick let out a puff of air that made me laugh, but my laughter stopped when he put his

hand on my hip stopping me from moving. He put his mouth right next to my ear I

thought he was going to kiss me.

"Not yet Steel, but I promise soon."

Damn. The fucker was going to play hard to get. If he could hold out so could I, I'll just

lay here and act as if I don't want anything at all. We were playing a deadly game and

there could only be one winner. I was confident it would be me.