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Chapter 3 – Feelings and Impulses

Jack strode ahead of Riddick, much to his annoyance. Following their argument earlier, things had been a little tense.

He was so off-chartedly pissed off with her for going out unarmed yesterday, pissed off that she'd almost had her ass caught and even more wound up by the fact that he wasn't the one who had saved her hide from being on the next merc ship off the planet. But more than anything, he was just plain old pissed off with himself. Their argument had lasted a good long hour at the least, and having her scream, rant and rage in his face like that… To the point where words were becoming useless and they'd wound up wrestling on the floor of her bedroom. He had won of course; she would have been a fool to think she'd beat down on a seasoned killer like him.

But it had been the biggest turn on he had had in years. Paying for cheap thrills from the local brothels on the planets they encountered added to nothing even remotely close to the sexual tension pulsing between the two. He'd smelt her arousal from the adrenaline of the fight, and having her pinned there to the floor beneath him, noses almost touching, it had hit him like a meteor. He'd dragged himself away from the suddenly appetizing woman beneath him and fled the house.

Never had he felt so…. he wasn't even sure what it was he felt. But it was new, so to his hardened heart it was wrong and unwelcome.

Jack was Jack, still in his eyes, the fourteen-year-old kid he'd saved along with the holy man. But now, Jack was something else. They'd fought before, but why did it finally take him so long to recognise what she was? Not a kid now for sure His inner beast pointed out as somehow his eyes found their way to her ass as she walked with a sway of her hips, ahead of him.

Biting his lower lip until he could taste his own blood, Riddick drew his eyes away and swallowed hard, trying to push the way his body was reacting to her, deep into the back of his mind. This was bad. So how come he couldn't stop entertaining his own thoughts about it? Whatever the reasoning, his cold shower this morning had not helped at all, because he knew she had reacted the same way to him and his inner beast could only prompt the ideas that slipped in and out of his mind.

So holding his tongue, keeping his thoughts to himself and keeping it in his pants, Riddick followed her through the crowds of shoppers in the bustling market as she stormed towards the weapons stall she had been at just yesterday.

Later on that day

"You're not having it. So piss off bad ass." Jack spat defiantly and crossed her arms over her chest with a stern glare that he could only grin at with a small laugh.

"Now come on Jackie, I think its only fair that you give it to me." His grin widened at her angry growl and narrowed eyes, as she looked ready to pounce. He just loved fucking with like this.

"NO! Why should I?" He suppressed another laugh and stepped further towards her, cautiously aware of the weapon strapped to her waist.

"Because you intended to give it to me in the first place." Jack's scowl deepened and her hand slipped to her shiv, gripping it vice like as she stared her companion down angrily.

"Doesn't mean that you're getting it now you bastard." She ground out through gritted teeth not liking the look in his eyes as she felt herself being backed up against the kitchen counter. She was all to aware that he'd get what wanted in the end, but she wasn't going to be easy in giving it up to him. "Fuck off!" Tilting his head to the side, silver eyes almost mocking, he shook his head disapprovingly and shot forward, grabbing her arms and pinning them to her sides before she could lash out at him.

"Tsk tsk Jack, that kinda language isn't nice on a lady." Seething, she shifted her weight under his grip and tried to knee him in the balls, but he anticipated the move and kicked out her ankles with his feet, locking her so she couldn't make another attempt at an attack or try to escape. "Now. You bought me the mean lookin' shiv, and I'm goin' to take it. Besides, you owe me." He grinned again, and growling Jack tried to head butt him, unsuccessfully.

"Prick!" She yelled angrily, and rolled her eyes at his raised brow. "Bite me." A laugh that rumbled deep in his chest, vibrated through her and she suddenly realised just how close they were. Real close. She gulped.

"Now come on kid, play fair." Eye's raging, Jack tightened her jaw and tried to head butt him again, and this time she connected – only not with his head.

Not believing what he was doing Riddick's eyes slipped shut as he dodged her attack, and found another way to distract the feisty woman trapped under his superior strength, surprised when she responded with barely a fight.

Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god… Jacks mind was a blur as her eyes failed her and closed, responding to Riddick's lips crushing her own almost taking her breath away as his tongue slipped past her lips and into her mouth, wrestling with her own.

What the hell am I doing! This is Jack! Oh shit, this is gonna bite me on the ass…hard. Mentally kicking himself shitless, Riddick tried to pull back but was met with a frustrated moan and he melted instantly, kissing her back passionately, furiously and allowing the grip on her wrists to subside until one arm wrapped itself around her waist to pull her closer to him.

With one arm now free, Jack ran her hand up his well-muscled bicep to wrap around his neck as he drew her closer, his athletic body pushed between her legs still leaning against the kitchen counter.

Why the hell haven't I hit him yet? What the fu- Suddenly Riddick pulled back, breath laboured and his eyes staring into hers with uneasy surprise at their actions. Her lips swollen from his kiss. Then he was gone like a blur, leaving her there in Imams house to mull over what they had done.

Pressing the tips of her fingers to her mouth upon which Riddick had only moments before been devouring, she regained her breath and curled her other arm around her waist. Wait a minute…son of a… Fingering the hilt where her new shiv had been, Jack let a defeated but uncaring smile dance onto her face as she slowly regained some composure and wandered to her room, thoughts of the searing kiss still imprinted fresh on her memory as she walked.

Sat at a table where the lights in the bar could barely reach, Riddick stared into his half drank beer, still mulling over the kiss and still contemplating what to do. It was almost sunset now. He'd been here over a couple of hours and he wasn't sure on whether he should go back to Imams or just sit here until closing time and find another bar. Of course he'd have to face Jack some time, probably better sooner than later. But what would he say?

His brow knitted into a frown as he thought his options over, and draining what was left of his beer, pushing his goggles back over his eyes, he rose from his seat and left. Lets get this bitch over with He breathed deeply and headed off in the direction of Imam's house with an uneasy feeling of what to say.

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