*Sleeping Thoughts*
Riddick stared at the ceiling like he was waiting for something from it. As his body lay there next to a beautiful woman-the beautiful Jack who he'd once known and had changed so much-his mind drifted elsewhere. Mostly just thoughts of Jack and how he'd missed her but some of what would eventually transpire. Damn did he hate the future. Why couldn't he always just stay in the now? Why couldn't he just stay with this sleeping beauty forever? And damn was she beautiful. He could still remember that skinny teenager she used to be with the bald head and baggy clothes, but now. . .oh, now she was quite the exquisite woman. She was beautiful from head to toe, the utter resemblance of perfection. Her thin body covered in toned muscle and tanned flesh, her long hair such a silky black. Her eyes, that must have been the thing that shocked him the most, they were so much the reflection of his. It didn't intimidate him, just. . .he was wasn't used to staring back into his own eyes. But man, were they beautiful on her.
Throughout the years Riddick had read of her tales and adventures she experienced through her job, she seemed to have quite the time of her life. Often he caught himself wondering if ever he could make her that happy? He supposed that it was just wishful thinking. Whether he'd admit it or not, he missed her. . .a lot. He missed her smile most of all. . .well that and just plain having her there. The second after he watched Jack disappear into the transport ship, Riddick had made a pact with himself. He promised that someday they'd meet again, too bad now that the promise was fulfilled it'd all be ruined. A pity really. Damn, he hated the future.
------------- *AN: Short, yes I know but the little voices inside my head wouldn't let me stop writing and this is what they said so hey, can't argue with them. Ha! Okay well I hope you enjoyed and please do review, I like hearing what the readers have to say. Hope to write more soon. Buh-bye now :O)
Riddick stared at the ceiling like he was waiting for something from it. As his body lay there next to a beautiful woman-the beautiful Jack who he'd once known and had changed so much-his mind drifted elsewhere. Mostly just thoughts of Jack and how he'd missed her but some of what would eventually transpire. Damn did he hate the future. Why couldn't he always just stay in the now? Why couldn't he just stay with this sleeping beauty forever? And damn was she beautiful. He could still remember that skinny teenager she used to be with the bald head and baggy clothes, but now. . .oh, now she was quite the exquisite woman. She was beautiful from head to toe, the utter resemblance of perfection. Her thin body covered in toned muscle and tanned flesh, her long hair such a silky black. Her eyes, that must have been the thing that shocked him the most, they were so much the reflection of his. It didn't intimidate him, just. . .he was wasn't used to staring back into his own eyes. But man, were they beautiful on her.
Throughout the years Riddick had read of her tales and adventures she experienced through her job, she seemed to have quite the time of her life. Often he caught himself wondering if ever he could make her that happy? He supposed that it was just wishful thinking. Whether he'd admit it or not, he missed her. . .a lot. He missed her smile most of all. . .well that and just plain having her there. The second after he watched Jack disappear into the transport ship, Riddick had made a pact with himself. He promised that someday they'd meet again, too bad now that the promise was fulfilled it'd all be ruined. A pity really. Damn, he hated the future.
------------- *AN: Short, yes I know but the little voices inside my head wouldn't let me stop writing and this is what they said so hey, can't argue with them. Ha! Okay well I hope you enjoyed and please do review, I like hearing what the readers have to say. Hope to write more soon. Buh-bye now :O)