Author's Note: It had to happen. Riddick and Jack are moving to a different planet, which forces Jack to confront their past as lovers, her betrayal, and everything. Soooo, this is a lighter chapter, fulfilling a fantasy of my own... Always wanted to know how Riddick would dirty-talk to Jack if he had the chance to say anything. Please forgive any OOC-ness, as it is Valentine's Day and I did this special update, juuust for you. smiles
Chapter Ten- Lips Like Morphine
Interplanetary Space
Space Route 413 to New Mecca
The Midnight Storm
Elizabeth and Jack had a tentative peace that worked, as long as they didn't see each other, Riddick noted with a bit of amusement. Both were very Alpha personalities and not accustomed to having their dominance in their territory disputed. So, as long as Jack stayed on The Serenity Lost and Elizabeth on The Midnight Storm, everything should be just fine and dandy.
"Yo, Richard?" came over the ship's comm unit and Riddick winced. He'd told Jack before not to refer to him as Richard, but the girl was insistent that, as long as she didn't add the last name, everything was okay.
"Yes, Victoria?" he replied, stressing her name pointedly. He really couldn't do much less with over a hundred miles seperating the ships, but he'd strangle her if he could at the moment.
"I'm locking onto you for autopilot. It's time for Alex to go to bed and he wants a story. Shouldn't be more than a half hour or so," she said, the smile evident in her voice. Even though her little boy was growing up, he still wanted Mommy to tell him a bedtime story, the tone said. It was the kind of tone Riddick imagined she often had with Alex.
"Sure, Victoria. Tell Alex I said goodnight and I'll talk with him tomorrow."
"Sure will, Richard. Talk to you in a bit."
There was a beep to indicate that she had broke the transmission and Riddick looked up at the chronograph with an unguarded expression that vaguely resembled longing. It was a little less than a week to New Mecca from Frontier Augustus travelling at the speed they were. Kenny and Mario travelled with the equipment, so the men were a few days ahead of them and would arrive on New Mecca in about half the time.
When Kenny had proposed that he and Mario travel at the slower pace on Jack's ship, Riddick had growled possessively, glaring at Kenny. Jack frowned and politely found a reason to toss the idea out. After that little band meeting, she dragged Riddick behind her ship and shoved him against the hull.
"Listen to me. You may be the father of my child, but you, by no means, own me in any sense. I am not your's and I will never be your's again. Get that through your thick skull and the next week and a half might be pleasant instead of merely tolerable. I am my own woman. I made Victoria Blanchett into something that Audrey Richards could never be because Abu al-Walid was associated with you and constantly watched. Because someone betrayed her and sent the dogtags you gave her to Sheikh Hazad, leaving her weak to any kind of lecherous advances for her own safety. I won't make the same mistake with Victoria that I did with Audrey. You'll never possess me again, Riddick. I can't afford it."
Her speech still rang in his ears, aroused his anger, tempted him to prove her wrong, but how did one go about seducing an unwilling mate?
There was the sound of leather against metal and Riddick turned. Elizabeth Citresse stood there, obviously annoyed.
"What?"
"Are you a Riddick of Furya or a weak Terra human male?" she queried contemptuously. "You're letting off pheromones so strong that you're saturating the ship with the desire to mate. I'm Furyan, not the bloody Goddess, Riddick. Go over to her ship, lock the child in his room, bend her over the nearest counter, and fuck her to submission. That's what the Riddicks are famous for."
"Jack would ice my ass so fast my head would be spinning for two days after I died."
She snorted and rolled her eyes. "Motherfuckin' hell," she spat. "I should have just travelled with the fuckin' baggage. At least then I'd sleep without the pheromones."
"Watch it, Elizabeth."
"What are you good at, Riddick? Aside from killin'?"
He thought for a moment and didn't like the answer. "Whorin'."
"How do you talk to a whore?" she queried impatiently, obviously about to make a point.
"You talk dirty."
"Whore's aren't the only ones that like a little dirty talk. And while you ponder that, I'm getting some food and turning on some music in my cabin. Just page her ship as soon as she's through with the kid."
Riddick couldn't help a grin as Elizabeth pushed herself off the doorframe and walked away... Perhaps she had a point. Now, he just had to find a way to surprise Jack with it where she wouldn't have time to put up her guards...
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Two hours later
The Serenity Lost
Jack walked back to the helm with the familiarity of a woman long used to piloting her own ship to wherever she wished to go. The controls had, over time, been customized for her. She had invested major credits into her beauty, changing some of the smuggler's holds to escape pods and other minor changes. It looked like a piece of junk, but it was the best-running piece of junk she'd ever owned.
She looked at the comm unit and scanned her palm, activating the missed messages feature.
Riddick's voice purred through the cabin. "Jack, message me when you get this. I would like to talk."
She froze at the sound of his voice, letting it send shudders down her spine. How was it that just a simple, to-the-point message like that made her want to go all hot and creamy in anticipation?
She was still as weak now as she had been at sixteen, she thought in disgust, pressing the 'return call' button.
"Jack?"
"Yeah, Richard. What'd you need?"
His voice dropped an octave and she recognized it as the voice he'd used when he whispered against her skin for her to make him stop. "I need a lot of things, but I'd rather talk about your...needs."
He surely wasn't thinking of trying to seduce her with the hundreds of miles of space between them. "You've got to be fuckin' kiddin' me, Richard. My needs include sleep, a midnight snack, and a new training exercise, and not necessarily in that order."
"You mean to tell me that you never think back to that afternoon, Jack?" She made a small sound against her will. Surely she wasn't going to be as weak as to listen to this. The 'disconnect' button was right there... She could press it.
"Don't cut me off, Jack, you know you want to listen. What I would have done if we hadn't crossed wires, what I want to do, even though your hundreds of miles away in the cold of space... The coldness of your bed. Just listen, Jack. Won't do no harm, now will it?"
She took a seat in the pilot's chair, taking a long moment before responding in a quiet voice, "I suppose not, but it won't change anything."
"Jack, talkin' was always your strong point. Why are you bein' so brisk with me?"
"Because this isn't a conversation I want."
"Do you regret me takin' you?"
She paused, tempted to lie and say 'Yes. I hated it.', but she couldn't do that. She could never be less than honest with him and she hated that. "No."
"Then listen. Think back to that afternoon. Can you feel the sunlight against your skin, the wall against your back?" he queried and, just for a moment, she could. For a moment, she was truly sixteen again and could feel the sunlight of New Mecca, the cool wall against her hot flesh, the hair that had escaped her ponytail brushing her shoulder... Riddick in her, around her, above her, in front of her, possessing her, even as she tried to possess him, to do more than just buck against the wall in frustration and ecstacy.
"From the silence, I'll say that you can. Do you remember what I felt like inside you?"
She felt the growing moisture between her legs and stood to shut the door to the cockpit. It would not be good for Alex to walk in on this conversation. "Yeah, I remember."
"Want to play a little game, Jackie?"
She frowned at the seeming change of topic. "What game?"
"Twenty Questions. It's an old Terra game."
"I know what it is. Fine. We'll play."
"I go first. Are you wet?"
She sat back down, deciding that if they were going to play erotic Twenty Questions, the least he could do was oblige her with an orgasm. "Yes, a bit. My turn. What would have been the first thing you would have done to me if we hadn't 'crossed wires' as you put it?"
"I wanted to take you upstairs, to the roof. Take you slow in the sunlight. Watch you come apart in my arms over and over before I slid into you and fucked you until my name was the only one you knew. Tasted you, so fresh to the world of carnal pleasure and always smellin' of vanilla and honey, syrupy in the back of my throat, and a dash of lemon for tang. Always wanted to know how you blended those three scents. Every time I've smelled vanilla or lemon, I've thought about you."
She blushed brightly, only growing redder as he continued his answer, shuddering as she could see it in her head.
"My turn. What's the most you've done with anyone since that afternoon?"
She glared at the comm, drawing in an indignant breath before laughing. He wanted to upset her, to throw her off balance. She wouldn't permit it. "Awww, Richard, I'm sorry, but you're gettin' someone else's sloppy seconds. I've had sex and it was good. Great actually. Maybe it's just that you stunk."
He growled and she could sense him mentally envisioning the 'other man' as a corpse with a lot of violent blood splatter around the body. Jack actually felt sorry for the mental vision as she was sure that Riddick was ripping him a new one from asshole to Adam's apple.
"My turn. What about you? What's the most you've done with a woman since that afternoon?"
The growl turned to a purr. Was it possible he recognized her game, her deliberate attempt to incite his jealousy?
"Mmm, Jack. You wouldn't believe the whores I've fucked, trying to cum and forget you. I could move in her for hours, trying to gain relief, make her scream out over and over, but it was sex and essentially unfulfillin'. I wanted it to be you pinned beneath me, on all fours beneath me, ridin' me, beggin' for slow, faster, gently, harder in breathless gasps."
She panted quietly as she debated slipping her hands into her pants and gaining some relief of her own. It would only be fair. She could only imagine him over on The Midnight Storm, jacking off.
Of course! That's what this was. His way of having a private booty call. It made sense and everything fell into place. Then again, there was nothing wrong with a bit of harmless flirting over the comm, a bit of dirty talk. It was erotic and exciting and something she'd never done before.
Plus, it was Riddick. She still trusted him with her life, her body, just not with her heart or her child.
"Mmm, nice fantasy, Riddick. Not that it's going to happen, but, Christ, you could make a nun think dirty thoughts."
"Thank you, Jack. I would compliment in kind, but we both know that's closer to the truth than either of us wants to think about right now."
She blushed, first in anger, then in the realization that it was a Riddick compliment. Twisted, back-handed, and semi-mean.
"You know if you want to slip that pretty little hand into your pants, you have to answer my question, Jack. We're on question five, aren't we?"
She thought back and nodded, knowing he'd hear it.
"Tell me your deepest fantasy. The one you'd never tell anyone else."
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The Midnight Storm
Merciful God, they weren't even half-way through the game and he was ready to bust his pants. He could only do this with her as far away as the other ship. If she were here, he would have bent her over the nav console about ten minutes ago.
"Mmmm, you always did know hunt down everywhere you were in my mind, Richard."
He froze and looked at the comm console. He was in her fantasy? He couldn't wait to hear this.
"Tell me, Jack."
"It's the full moon on Terra and we're there, on some beach, but I don't know you're there, haven't seen you in days for some reason. There's a storm coming in and the beach is deserted, vacant. I've found this little secluded cove, surrounded by trees and rocks, very hard to access. I start dancing on the sand."
His body jerked as he let his mind envision her words. She wouldn't be doing a waltz or anything like that under a full moon and under the sand. No, this dance would be purely Jack the Woman, dancing for seduction. A primal dance like a sacrifice to some pagan god, skin gleaming in the light.
He wasn't going to survive this conversation.
"Then what, Jack?" he rasped. He could hear the lust in his voice, knew that she'd recognize it. Damned if she'd do anything but continue, otherwise he wouldn't be responsible for his actions.
"It's a slow dance, something to a beat in my head. Suddenly, you're behind me, pulling me back into you. I don't get the chance to turn around and see you, but I know it's you. Your scent, your body, your hands. I don't even have to open my eyes to know. You pull me back against you, moving with my body as I dance and it turns from slow to erotic effortlessly. The chemistry between us so potent that the waves stop receeding from the shore, as if Poseidon himself has deemed it alright for us to finish this mating dance.
"You cradle me, removing your jacket and laying it on the beach, never speaking."
He could see this actually happen, though few people went to Terra anymore. It was a playground for the spoiled children of the galaxy's richest and most powerful. Jack belonged in their circles as Victoria Blanchett. As Jack Richards, though... She belonged with him. It didn't matter where she belonged or who she pretended to be, as long as their was Jack, and she was with him.
"We fall, but not hard. The sand is like silk, embracing us as you remove my dress and..." She froze and he heard the indecision of whether or not to continue.
Don't stop, Jack. For the love of God, don't stop, he was tempted to say, but that would be too much like begging and that was the one thing he couldn't do, not even for Jack.
"I need to go check on Alex."
He growled and shifted in his seat, harder than he'd ever been in his life. "This isn't over, Jack."
"Yes, it is, Riddick. I need it to be," she replied. "I can't love a murderer."
She disconnected and Riddick sat there, stunned.
'I can't love a murderer.'
With five words, had she set him free or condemned him back to the darkness?