Okay, here it is, the final installment of the 'Thoughts' trilogy. The final meeting, the big shebang, if you will (no pun intended). Since njrd told me I can't knock my own work anymore, I'll keep my thoughts to myself and let y'all be the judges, but that means you guys have to be honest and REVIEW PLEASE! 'Nuff said, on with the show…

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Jack walked home briskly; a force pulling her to something she felt could be disastrous. She hated being out on the streets alone at night anyway but this feeling she had was something else. Something that had little to do with the scum on the streets that watched her as she walked. She gave them little thought now as she trotted up the stairs to her flat, only a little out of breath when she reached the top. She fumbled with her keys, shaking hands barely able to get her key in the lock. Finally she succeeded in getting the door open and she entered her apartment, shutting it softly behind her locking the deadbolt. She listened intently. Her senses were on high alert. Warily, she turned and set her keys on the little table next to the door. She flipped on the light switch. No lights.

"The light hurts my eyes, Jack, you know that." Her heart jumped into her throat and she froze, stricken by the voice she heard from somewhere in the darkness. She hadn't heard it (outside of her mind) in years, but she would know that deep rumble anywhere.

"Riddick?" She peered through the dark trying to see him. She almost missed the two metallic orbs gleaming at from the corner by her bed, shining in the weak light coming in from the window.

"Jack." His voice was dark and it gave her chills to think that the man she'd imagined only nights ago was now here in her flat. She watched the orbs rise and could hear his steps coming closer. She stood stock-still, afraid and excited all at once, but knowing there would be no escape no matter what he had in mind for her.

She was just as beautiful as he'd expected. The boyish twelve year old he'd left had grown soft curves and a scent that was completely feminine. Her hair was tied back, but he could tell that it was just as long as he'd thought. There was a splinter of fear in her dark green eyes, but daring and defiance surrounded it, overpowering it.

She closed her eyes and opened them again as though perhaps she could be dreaming again. No such luck. His scent filled her nostrils as he moved closer to her and she could feel herself relaxing and tensing all at once. Definitely not a dream. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity he stood in front of her. Her eyes had adjusted to the dark but she could still only barely make out his form in the dim light seeping in from the street. She caught the reflection of his eyes again and held them, knowing he was staring her down.

She heard a low growl and suddenly she was pushed back against her door with one of his hands at either side of her neck, pinning her to the shockingly cold steel. She gasped and he was so close so fast that she could taste his breath. Still she held his eyes showing him she was not afraid, even though she was at his mercy.

"Riddick," his name escaped her lips in a delicate whisper, and that was the straw that broke him. Their mouths crashed together in a rough and desperate kiss. Raw need and desire made a circuit between them as their tongues collided and the unique flavor of each flooded the other. Years of denial and longing were unleashed as passion met passion and amplified ten fold. Jack wrapped her arms around Riddick's neck, and he in turn wrapped his arms around her back, lifting her off the floor and crushing her even closer. He wanted to absorb her, to never be without her again.

Out of pure instinct she wrapped her legs around him. She wasn't sure why, but it felt right having him this close, so close she could feel his heartbeat pounding in time with her own. They stumbled backward without realizing, and the edge of Jack's bed buckled Riddick's knees sending them crashing down. They landed hard with Jack on top straddling Riddick's waist. She sat up, staring down in disbelief at the man that was beneath her. He was really here, with her, in her bed after all this time. Questions came to mind that she didn't have the will to ask. She felt the desperation waning and a new feeling arising, one she hadn't felt since before he left, contentment.

She reached down and grabbed the hem of her shirt and stripped it off slowly, revealing a lacy pink bra against smooth creamy skin (she did have a girly side, after all). Her eyes never leaving his, she reached back and unhooked her bra and removed it with the same slow movements, tossing it aside along with her shirt. She sat before him exposed, vulnerable.

His eyes moved down her body slowly, drinking her in like some life giving liqueur. He had dared to imagine her before, but as good as his imagination was it did her no justice. She was like something out of an ancient painting, not that he'd ever seen one up close but he'd seen pictures in books at Butcher Bay once or twice.

She took his hands from their unconscious resting place at her thighs and moved them up her body, relishing the feel of them on her skin. She moved them up her sides until they were at her breasts. Still her eyes never left his and they held an innocence that he'd never anticipated. She moved her own hands down his arms, giving him permission to feel her. His touch was gentler than she'd expected as he caressed her. These hands that had killed so many were now like warm satin on her skin and her eyes fluttered closed, taking such pleasure in the feel of them.

Her skin was soft, and after only a moment touching her he couldn't hold back any more. He sat up, pulling her to him once again, kissing the soft flesh between her breasts and inhaling deeply the intoxicating scent of her. He traced his tongue down to lick each rosy nipple in turn, which had hardened instantly at his touch. She let out a soft moan and wrapped her arms around him, tracing her fingers over his clean-shaven head, making him tense just a little which she took as a good sign. She moved her hands down and lifted his shirt over his head, tracing each tiny scar and muscle of his back along the way. She moved her mouth close to his ear.

"Riddick." His name oozed from her lips like honey, just the way it had before in that… thing they'd had, whatever it was.

With a low growl he flipped her suddenly and she couldn't suppress a giggle-ridden gasp as she ended up on her back with him between her legs. Once again they simply stared at each other and Riddick couldn't help but be a little mystified by the affection he saw in her eyes at that moment. Like all the years he'd left her had never happened.

He saw a twinkle of something then, and became aware of two wiry hands slithering down between their bodies and fiddling with the clasp on his cargos. He lifted his body slightly so that she could make quick work of the problematic thing and after a moment she finally let out a triumphant growl. In turn, Riddick reached down with one hand and undid the button of her jeans in less than three seconds and grinned at her as if to say 'and that's how it's done'. She narrowed her eyes playfully in response only to widen them again as he pulled her jeans down and off. She blushed fiercely having never been completely naked in front of anyone, ever, but the look in his eyes told her she had no reason to be self-conscious. Feeling a little bolder she slid her hands down either side of his pants, pushing them down his hips and over his (magnificent, stunning, gorgeous,) ass. He shimmied out of them, dropping them to the floor.

Her eyes went wide again and she gasped at the feel of his full length pressing into the inside of her thigh. Riddick moved a stray tress away from her face and looked into her eyes, one question burning there. Jack only nodded. He moved up to the very edge of entering her, giving her one last chance to back out if she was going to. She wasn't, and with one deft move he slid into her wetness and captured her mouth at the same time to swallow her cries of pain. She was so deliciously tight around him that it was all he could do to be still, not to move even just a little. He couldn't. He had to give her time to get used to the feeling, and he would give her all the time in the world if she needed.

The pain was so exquisite and so excruciating at the same time it almost made her cry. Tears welled in her eyes and when Riddick let go of her mouth and her eyes met his again she found concern there. He stroked her face and kissed her gently until she was ready. She blinked back the tears and nodded shakily.

He began a slow rhythm and the second she felt him move inside her she felt the heat in her lower belly again, only this time it was like a blast furnace had been lit in her. She could feel it spreading into every cell, every nerve. The pain was totally gone now, replaced by an intense pleasure that she couldn't contain. She moaned beneath him and her voice didn't sound like her own, it sounded breathy and almost high.

He picked up the pace and was delighted at the zealous groan he received. He could feel her tensing with every stroke, every thrust pushing her just a little closer. He pushed up on his arms to look at this writhing beauty beneath him. The look on her face alone was almost enough to drive him over the edge, but he restrained. Her eyes fluttered open and closed, her mouth slack with tiny sensual moans escaping, her cheeks flushed and a thin sheen of sweat beginning to cover her. Her hair tie had broken at some point and her hair was now splayed wildly across the pillow like so many vines engulfing an alabaster wall. Their scents mingled in his nostrils and created a new smell unlike anything he'd ever encountered, a scent of spice and flowers and sweat.

Once again out of instinct and a sheer want for him to be as deep inside her as possible she wrapped her legs tightly around him, pulling him down and further into her. He growled and on the next stroke she felt him brush something inside her that made her gasp and tense around him, which made him pick up the pace yet again. He brushed it again, and again, and again and each time she felt the glorious heat in her belly expand exponentially until it was all she could feel. She was so tense around him now that she felt she might die if he stopped. The warmth inside her ballooned until finally it broke and she couldn't hold back anymore.

"Oh god, god Riddick I'm… I'm …"

Suddenly she went rigid beneath him and the sheer power of her spasming around him sent him hurdling over the edge of oblivion. With one last hard thrust and a deep growl he exploded inside her, amplifying her own climax to a searing level that she'd never thought possible.

Pleasure washed over her like waves from the warmest ocean. She was so high she thought she'd never come down. Slowly she regained the power of rational thought she realized that Riddick had collapsed beside her and was staring at her intently. Suddenly she became aware of something inside her mind, something sharp and primal. It was him. She had a piece of him with her now, and he had a piece of her. She leaned down and kissed him softly and he wrapped his arms around her. After her heart and breathing slowed to a human pace, they curled up together and fell asleep.

Jack awoke the next morning and rolled over expecting to lay her arm over a warm body, but there was none. She opened her eyes and sat bolt upright, looking around. He was gone. Was he ever here? What the fuck? Her hand brushed something. She looked beside her on the bed and found a piece of paper.

Jack,

You have me, no matter what. I'll be back.

R.B.R

Okay, that't it. Now you guys review while i go take a cold shower! ;o)