A/N: One quick one, then a long one at the end. Okay, so here's my warning. FLUFF and SMUTcity! If you are offended by sex, or any type of physical contact, this is not the chapter for you! I'm done now, enjoy ;) Sway

Chapter 11

The Beast Within

Jack's POV

My mind filled with every emotion I've ever felt, every day dream I've had about him, every single memory of what we've gone through together. My lying with him confused the hell out of me. He'd come in here, even though he knew I was angry and hurt, even though I screamed at him, I told him to leave, I told him I hate him. He came in here to lay with me anyway. He's holding me, kissing me. He is kissing me. And I just told him that I love him…

The kiss is long and sensuous, meaningful and tender. It is everything I have ever wished it would be. He's so strong, so much larger than I am, yet so gentle. I feel his tongue caressing my bottom lip. I don't know what to do. I want him so badly, I want to kiss him, touch him, hold him; I want all of these things but I can't force myself to do anything. I can't open my mouth, can't pull him closer. I can't move. I've been paralyzed, my body has shut down.

He pulled back, oh god, what does he think. He thinks he was right. He thinks I don't want to kiss him. He thinks I only said those things because I was drunk. Well, I'm not drunk now.

"Jack?" He questions in that low rumbling voice. I can feel his weight becoming lesser, and I assume he's sat up.

I open my eyes, searching the darkness for even the slightest shadow, reflection, something, anything. I can't see. I can't see because my eye sight is shit in the dark. I can't see the look on his face, or that gleam in his eyes. I can't see anything. But I know he can see me. I can feel his eyes; he's looking into my eyes. He knows I'm trying to see him, and that I can't.

"Yes?" I finally choke out.

"If you want me to go…" He trailed off.

"No, no. Don't go. Please." I stammered. Why can't I say anything? Why is this so damned hard?

"I shouldn't have come in here. I shouldn't have done this. I'm sorry." He tries to stand. I can't let him go. Not now that I've finally got him in here, with me, where I want him.

I reach out into the darkness, blindly groping the air for any part of him, to make him stay. I guess he can see me, he moved so my hand grabbed his. "Don't go, Riddick."

He sighed, one of those long heavy sighs, the ones that last forever, the ones you hear when you know someone is frustrated. "Okay kid."

There he goes with that kid bullshit again. God! Why can't he let it go?

Sitting up on my bed letting my feet dangle over the edge, my blankets drop from around my chest, and I know he can see me. He sees my tiny black tank top, even though I know he doesn't know what color it is, and he can also see that I am not wearing any pants. Again, I can feel his eyes moving over my body, and honestly, it doesn't bother me. I gave his hand a tug, letting him know I want him to sit with me.

For a second he tries to resist, but gives in, just like I knew he would. The bed shifted when his weight pressed down upon it, almost causing me to slide down on top of him. I reposition myself, staring through the darkened room to my right because I know that's where he is, and I smile.

"Where are you?" I ask.

He takes my hand, the one he never let go of, and put it on his cheek with his hand on top of it. He lets me caress his face, his jaw bone, his forehead, his nose. He lets me rest my palm against his chin and trace his lips with my thumb. He shows me how to see in the dark, how to see him.

End Jack's POV


Riddick sat there, right beside Jack, as her hand explored every inch of his face. He had noticed she was only wearing a small tank top and panties, and that was what captivated him the most. He'd never seen her wearing so little clothes. Yes, he'd seen her in a towel, which was one reason for that rule, but even towels cover more than the clothing she was wearing. His eyes explored every part of her body he could see. He watched as her eyes moved in their sockets, straining to see him, he watched her skin erupt in goose bumps when her thumb found his lips, he saw the shiver course throughout her body and how her breasts heaved as her breathing became heavier. It was all he could do to contain himself. He didn't know why she hadn't exactly returned his kiss, but he didn't want to push her into anything. He wasn't about to take advantage of her.

After several long minutes of her tracing his lips with her thumb, feeling the stubble on his chin, she leaned closer to him. Pausing, only for a second before she replaced her hand with her lips. This time, he let her make the move; he let her do what she wanted with him. His only response to her kiss was wrapping his left arm around her waist, pulling her closer, and placing his right hand in her soft brown hair. Everything else was up to her.

Jack traced his bottom lip lightly with her tongue, thinking for a moment he was going to resist her kiss. Before she knew it, he had parted his lips and granted her tongue entrance. Their tongues slid against each other, fighting for dominance, dancing together. His arms felt so warm on her shivering body, she needed his warmth. Minutes into the kiss, Jack broke away and placed several small, sweet, kisses on his chin, both of his cheeks, then down his jaw bone and to his neck. Riddick could feel the beast within him beginning to stir, and that wasn't good. He had two choices, end this now, or take it all the way. Neither of which seemed like the right thing to do. She was so young, he was so old.

"Jack…" He breathed.

With one last nibble on his neck she looked up. "Yes?"

"Jack, we can't… I can't…"

"Riddick, I'm not drunk. I'm not a child. And I love you. What's wrong with this?" She asked, slightly confused.

That was all he needed to hear. It was on now.

With one swift movement, he had Jack lying back on the bed and he was on top of here, careful not to crush her with his weight. His eyes shimmered, did that cold thing, as he stared down into her face. The mixture of pinks, purples, and grey, were more beautiful that he ever remembered. Even though he couldn't properly see her, he saw her. He saw the lust burning in her eyes, that look of wanting etched on her face, that nervous shake in her veins. She hadn't said anything when she found herself under him, hadn't said a single word, he hadn't expected her to. Propping himself up on one elbow, his left, he placed a series of kisses from her cheek to her collarbone and back, only then capturing her soft lips with his. His right and snaked its way around her waist and pulled her up, closer to him. Within seconds of his beginning the kiss, Riddick's insides were set on fire, a fire he'd never known.

Jack's small hands fumbled between her stomach and his at the buttons of his shirt. She cursed those damned buttons for being so many, in her head. For some reason, she'd lost the feeling in her fingers and was finding it very difficult to do a task as simple as unbuttoning a few buttons. Riddick sensed her frustration so in between kisses, he reached up with both hands, temporarily letting her go, and ripped the front of his shirt open, sending buttons sailing every where and threw it to his left. Jack suppressed a giggle when one of the buttons hit her in the cheek, and reunited her lips with his. Once she was happy with having his arm back around her waist, and being pressed into his chest, she moved both of her hands around to Riddick's back and tugged his white A-shirt from the waist of his pants. Pulling the shirt up as far as she could, she wrapped both arms around his back and pulled him closer, if that was possible.

Riddick, being slightly annoyed at the position of his shirt, which was at this time more around his neck than anything, broke away from her again and pulled it off over his head, discarding it to the floor. Jack half expected him to tear that one as well, but was pleasantly surprised when he didn't. Riddick's chest, now being free from all material, felt so warm and inviting against Jack's small frame. She clung onto his back with every thing inside her as he began kissing her again. Only this time, his kisses trailed from her jaw to her ear where he nibbled lightly on her ear lobe, warranting a soft moan from her. That was what he was going for. In return for the surge of emotions that was sent through her body, Jack pushed her arms between his, against his ribcage and brought her hands up over his shoulders, pulling him closer so she may return his teasing.

She nibbled on his neck up around to his chin then to his bottom lip. From there she trailed small, wet, kisses across his throat toward his left shoulder. Riddick didn't know how much more of this he could take, somewhere between the time he had removed his undershirt and the time when Jack bit down on his left shoulder, his right arm moved from under her and his hand now cupped her breast. He had noticed a time or two, how perfect and supple her breasts were, but never how large they were. Not too large, but a little more than a handful, which was all he needed. Taking her labored breathing into consideration, he decided it was time to take the next step; it was her turn to start losing clothes.

His weight receded as he sat back on the bed, between her legs, on his arse, and said in that deep rumbling voice, "Come here," as he tugged at her arms.

Jack smiled and let him guide her up into a sitting position. She simply stared into the darkness between them as she felt his hand caress her cheek then his finger tips make a trail down her throat to that valley between her breasts. Without a second's hesitation, Riddick captured her neck with his mouth and began sucking lightly while he let his hands drop to the hem of her tank top. Pulling his lips away from her neck, he tugged her tank top up over her head and discarded it somewhere behind him. What he saw then caused every hormone in his body to scream at him, which in turn began developing a slight bulge in his pants and awoke the beast fully. The moment her tank top was ripped away, her breasts did a sort of dance on her chest, finally having been released from their pesky restraint. He'd subconsciously glanced at them from time to time, but at that moment, he was full out staring at them.

The beast was telling him to tear her panties off and ravish her right then and there. The beast wanted to be fed, needed her to fulfill its desire. But the non-animalistic side of Riddick told him to proceed with caution. The struggle between the two became more difficult as his eyes watched the two wondrous mounds rise and fall with her breathing. Usually, in circumstances far different from these, the beast won. But that was when he'd been a monster, back when he killed simply for the thrill, when he didn't have a care in the world, other than staying out of slam. This was now, and she was Jack. She wasn't just some floozy he could use and discard. She was so much more, she meant so much more. Temporarily appeasing the beast would just have to be enough, he wasn't going to fuck this up.

Riddick grabbed Jack by the waist, with both hands, and pulled her onto his lap, causing her to have to wrap her legs around his waist; instantaneously covering her lips with his. He slid his arms under hers and brought his hands to rest on her shoulders and he kissed her with a passion he'd never known.

Jack, being the eighteen year old she was, thought she might explode if something more didn't happen, and soon. She was all for being as close to him as possible, and always had been, but what they were doing now was driving her mad. The way her breasts pressed into his muscle bound chest, the way his hands grasped her shoulders, the heat in his kisses, it was all too much for her. This was it; she knew she had to do something if this was going to progress. And she knew exactly what she was going to do.

As she returned his kisses, she moved her hips only slightly against his, grinding herself into his lap. After only five or six movements of her hips, a low, deep growl escaped his lips. That was her sign that it was working, that and the small bit of pressure she felt pushing against her core from beneath his pants. Not being to take any more of his not being where he wanted to be, Riddick pushed Jack back on the bed, off his lap, and put himself between her legs. He hadn't been rough with pushing her, just hurried. Again, he propped himself up with his left but with his right, he groped Jack's breasts. Cupping her right breast in his hand, he squeezed only minimally, and placed a series of kisses around her hardening nipple. Once the nipple was fully erect, after a few wisely placed kisses and flicks of his tongue, he covered it with his mouth and massaged it with his tongue. As his mouth had taken the place of his hand, he had to find another use for it. Moving slowly down her stomach then slipping his thumb under the waist band of her panties, he caused her body, once again, to erupt in goose bumps.

Taking a break from his suckling, Riddick leaned closer to her face and hissed under her chin then moved his hand to massage her center, over her panties. He wasn't too surprised to find a bit of dampness where he had only just moved his hand too which did please him. Though his same thoughts were there, 'she's too old, you're too young,' he knew he wasn't forcing her into anything. She was there, underneath him because she wanted to be, not because he was making her be there. Jack shifted under him, pushing her self against his hand.

This was the time he needed to be certain of just how far she wanted to take their situation. "Jack," he whispered, "are you sure you want to do this?"

Her response was only nodding her head, knowing he saw it even if she couldn't see him.

Without further hesitation, he grabbed the waist band of her panties and pushed them as far down as he could, being in his current position. He lifted himself off of her, returning to his sitting position, and removed them completely. There she was, in all of her naked glory, right before him. She was more beautiful than he had ever noticed. Every thing about her pink, purple, grey, appearance excited him. The beast, again, reared its ugly head, in return causing Riddick's erection to extend to its full size. His discomfort was only momentary though, because just as Jack felt her panties had been removed, she sat up in bed and reached out for the button of his pants. This time, her fingers did not falter, she found the button and quickly unfastened it. With his assistance, she removed his pants completely and wasn't shocked to find out she was right in the assumption he never wore underwear.

'I knew it!' She thought.

But her thoughts were interrupted when Riddick pushed his weight against her, knocking her back on the bed. He assumed his previous position and this time kissed her roughly. As the heat in their kissing grew, he moved his hand between her thighs to massage the folds of flesh which hid away her center. When he was sure she was ready, he slipped his middle finger inside her and caused her to moan into his lips. Jack grabbed his shoulders with both hands and squeezed her eyes tightly shut in sheer pleasure. Moving his hand slowly he continued kissing her lips, then her throat and finally down to her other breast. After a few moments of that same process, he slipped a second finger inside her, and again was rewarded with a moan. Five minutes, possibly six passed and the pleasure inside Jack built so quickly she knew she would climax soon.

Feeling the beast would tolerate no more of this game; Riddick removed his fingers from inside her and pressed the tip of his erection against her. Again he stopped kissing her and said, "Jack, do you want to do this?"

Jack nodded frantically and whispered, "Yes, Riddick. I'm sure."

Without another thought, he pressed himself against her until he was granted entrance. He was only a fourth of the way inside her when she gasped and he stopped moving. After a second or two, he grasp his manhood in his hand, to better guide himself further into her, and pushed again. When he felt resistance, he knew she had been a virgin, and immediately stopped his movement. Again, he let a few seconds go by then covered her lips with his and thrust himself completely inside her, removing his hand as he did so. Jack moaned as his length filled her, and gave a slight cry of pleasure and pain. As his thrusts continued, she moved her arms around his rib cage and dug her finger nails into his shoulders. Finally getting to a pace he was comfortable with, and thought she was, Riddick placed both of his arms under Jack's shoulders and wound his fingers in her hair. His pace steadily increased as his movement became easier, and the tightness around his erection made it difficult for him to hold back. He hadn't been with a woman in longer than he cared to admit, and he damn sure wasn't going to blow it before he pushed her over the edge.

Riddick took care not to be to rough with her, because this was her first time, but the beast was clawing at his insides, telling him to take her, to make her scream his name. He refused, for possibly the first time ever, he was able to resist the beast within him, and it was all because she loved him. Because he loved her.

Possibly fifteen minutes into their session, Jack moaned loudly, much louder than she had been, and he felt her walls contract against him. With one quick thrust she climaxed and gave yet another, very loud, moan, then with a second, he groaned and spilled his seed too quickly, inside her.

The beast was satisfied.


A/N: Okay, here it is. The one we've all been waiting on. I do hope it wasn't a disappointment. And it has not been beta'ed because it is 4:07 am and no one, except me, is awake to beta it. I do hope it isn't too terrible. And do, please, let me know what you think. (I personaly thought 'the beast' was a great sort of twist, but you may not.) Sway