Ok, ok, you guys win. After many MANY demands, the highly anticipated continuance of 'Thoughts'… from Riddick's POV. You guys are very persuasive, ya know? I don't think I did as good a job this time, but I never do, so I'll let y'all be the judges. REVIEW REVIEW and REVIEW AGAIN! I love you guys, and this should prove it because I really was just going to make 'Thoughts' a oneshot. I hope it lives up to everyone's expectations.

Anyhoo, on with the show!

Disclaimer: Don't own, just like to play. VERY sexual content, don't likey? Don't readie.

Riddick had always forced the thoughts of Jack out of his mind. He almost felt wrong thinking of her; after all she'd been only a child when he'd left her. However, after so many, many years, she couldn't possibly be a child anymore. He sat in the pilot's seat of the skiff, staring at the ceiling and battling his own logic. Finally, his base need won over and he closed his eyes.

It started with eyes, deep emerald eyes that could keep him fixed in one place without even trying. Then there was a voice, like a bell it rang out to him through the dark, tainted with longing. He felt a pull in his thoughts, like something jerking at his consciousness. He tried to fight it, but lost.

He saw her then, all of her. She was beautiful with long dark hair cascading over pale shoulders, a shocking difference from the shaved head he'd left her with. She was laying in a bed, her eyes closed, hands moving down her neck delicately caressing each muscle. Her fingers moved down to ghost over softly rounded breasts. He thought of his own mouth where her hands were, thought of nibbling pert nipples and flickering his tongue out to taste her skin. He growled a little against his own will.

Transfixed, he moved forward until he was lying there at her side. For a moment she didn't seem to notice. She pinched one nipple and let out a lusciously pleasured gasp. Then her nostrils flared, and she opened her dark emerald eyes and blinked once, as if he couldn't possibly be there.

"Riddick?" she asked, her voice darkened by desire. He loved the sound of it and he grinned wickedly despite himself. Her surprise wore off quickly as he moved his fingers down her belly, making nerves twinge and twitch beneath his touch. Unconsciously he entwined his other hand in her hair, relishing the feeling of it in his fingers. He'd imagined her hair like this before, soft and long and feminine. She closed her eyes again, and he immediately missed them. He could smell her body reacting, the beginnings of sweat and the wetness between her thighs. He purred in her ear and felt a tiny thrill move through him as she began to tremble.

He moved his fingers slowly down her right thigh, eliciting a small moan from her that was almost enough to drive him mad. How could he have ever left such a creature? He moved his fingers back up to the crease where thigh met torso and savored the feel of the soft skin there. That was by far his favorite part of her, like crushed velvet in flesh and he could have spent the rest of his time happily petting that one place, if she weren't growing so impatient. Her breath caught as he caressed his fingers down her left thigh.

"Riddick…" His name dripped from her mouth like he was the only thing keeping her in this world. He loved it. He was drawing the pleasure from her like a well, every tiny gasp and moan meant as much to him as air to a choking man. Gently he prodded her legs apart, releasing the full scent of her arousal. It flooded him, swamping his senses. He teased her more, tracing his fingers along the insides of her thighs tenderly, delighting in each shiver he caused.

"Are you enjoying yourself?" she asked, a hint of angst tainting her voice. He chuckled softly in her ear, brushing his lips down her neck to her shoulder as he moved his fingers to the very edge of her sex. He could feel her wetness there and it was almost his undoing. She gasped in surprise, and he took her mouth then, kissing her deeply and at the same time driving his fingers into her. She arched beneath him from the instant pain, then relaxed as the pleasure took her over. He felt her whole body flush and he could tell she held back the urge to move against his hand.

He sucked on her tongue relishing the taste of her. She was sweet but her flavor held a bite that was uniquely hers. He let go of her mouth to look into her face. The look he found there was one of intense pleasure and aching. He heard a sound and suddenly realized it was the fusion of his own purring and her delicious moans. She writhed beneath his touches, a thin sheen of sweat covering her and making her shimmer like crushed diamonds. The world around them fell away, and his own throbbing need burned inside him, but he only used it to fuel her passion. He picked up the pace again, needing her climax almost as much as she did. Her hips seemed to take on a life of their own as she moved desperately against his hand. He could smell how close she was now, could hear the pitch of it in her moans. He was almost as tense as she. Every muscle in him ached but it was so sweet he never wanted it to end.

Suddenly she arched up as every muscle clenched with a power he'd never thought possible from such a fragile looking being. She cried out his name and the sound of it coursed through him like an electric charge.

"Ah Riddick, OH GOD RID-" He crushed his mouth to hers wanting to feel her passion, her fervor, as close as he could get without actually being inside her. He delved his tongue into her mouth, feeling her quiver as tiny aftershocks shook her. She moaned into his mouth and almost sent him over the edge himself. He broke the kiss and moved his lips to ghost beside her ear.

"Mmm, Jack." His voice was dark with want, need.

Suddenly he was thrown back to the pilots seat and he started awake, heaving for breath and still tense. Was it a dream? 'One hell of a… something,' he thought, still painfully aware of his own pulsing need. He wasn't entirely sure of what had just happened but he did know one thing.

"Time to go find Jack."

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