I'm back! I know, I know. I said that Part 3 was the end. I lied, so sue me. Once again, it's pure smut so if you don't like, don't read. Those who do read HAVE TO REVIEW. But then again y'all never seem to have a problem reviewing this story. I use a certain Nine Inch Nails lyric later; I think we all know what song I'm talking about. Love ya! Enjoy!

BTW: I hid a certain master fanfic writer's penname in this little document, cheers to anyone who identifies it.

Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, I just like to play.

It had been months since Riddick had left her, and every day Jack hoped she would come home and once again find him lounging in her flat, waiting for her. She had hoped herself into a deep depression, in fact, one from which she only felt relief on the dance floor. It began as only once in a while, but she started going to the club every other night to dance away her pain and loneliness. With a shot or two in her she could lose herself in the crush of bodies, the pulse of the music flowing through them all at once. Sometimes she would find a partner, one with the same build, the same clean-shaven head, the same striking features. Then she could pretend that it was his body moving behind her, his hands moving down her sides to her hips and keeping her pressed back against him. She'd never found anyone with a touch quite like histhough, and the scent was never right. So all she could do was pretend.

And so it was on this particular night. She'd had three shots of bourbon and was feeling particularly spunky in a short denim skirt and black halter-top. The looks she'd received from several men had only served to boost her feistiness. She turned from the bar and faced the dance floor, slow eyes roving over the mass of heated bodies moving there.

Suddenly the hairs on the back of her neck stood up and her skin rose. She was being watched. Through the booze her senses went on alert and she looked through the hordes of people. She almost saw him, leaning against the wall staring at her with mercurial eyes and that ever-superior smirk smeared across his face. Almost. When she looked back the eyes and smirk were gone. She shook her head. 'Stupid' she thought.

The song changed and she was instantly overtaken by the beat of it. It was pounding and strong and she began searching the floor for someone to dance with. She scowled a little, as she found no one suitable, since she was in the mood for his exact double tonight, and there were none to be found. Closing her eyes she moved her way out onto the floor solo. She could visualize the scene in her head and moved fluidly through it. Her body took on a life of its own, moving along with the music. She felt high, between the alcohol buzz and being in the midst of a sea of endorphins. She became aware of someone dancing behind her. The body felt familiar but she paid it no mind. She could only move. She felt strong arms enclose her then and before she could freak out a scent filled her nostrils that she would know anywhere in the universe. Spice and sweat and scotch. 'Ahh, it's THAT body,' she thought with an ecstatic thrill. And then came that line of the song booming around them: "I want to fuck you like an animal, I want to feel you from the inside…"

"Don't stop moving," he whispered roughly in her ear, barely audible over the music. Riddick snaked one arm around her torso, the other down around her hips, pulling her perfectly in line with his own body. He blatantly felt her up, caressing her breasts and teasing up her nipples through her shirt. It turned her on a little more somehow with all the people around them, even if they weren't paying much attention. He traced his lips down the side of her neck and rested them on her shoulder, sucking the flesh there and savoring her saltiness. She unconsciously tilted her head, bearing her neck. Submissive.

"I missed you," she purred and felt him smile against her shoulder. She could feel the beginnings of a hardened swell starting to form to the left of her sacrum and she teasingly pushed back into it just a little more.

"I told you I'd come back," he growled against her shoulder. He nipped the skin there with his teeth and made her gasp again from the intense pleasure that was drawn from the slight pain. She felt him smile again at her reaction. He backed off a little and turned her around in his arms neither missing a beat, both lithe bodies rocking in perfect time with the music. Beautiful. Even through the booze she instantly focused on his eyes. Those smoldering metallic diamonds sent currents coursing through her every nerve. They were oozing desire… just for her. This magnificent man, this gorgeous animal, wanted only her.

His hands came to rest on her hips and she wrapped her own arms lightly around his neck. She ghosted her fingers across the back of his neck and felt giddy as his eyes darkened. Like she was petting a big cat. The fire she saw within his eyes was so intense that she found herself transfixed. She grinned wickedly and pushed her hips forward to grind with his. He grabbed her ass with both hands, crushing the two of them together. She gasped a little, and he assaulted her mouth with his, making her tighten her hold on his neck and crushing her even closer against him.

In that moment the music, the bodies, the whole club seemed to fall away around them. All Jack was aware of was Riddick. His heart pounding with hers, his lips and tongue dancing with hers, his body reacting with hers. She could feel his arousal against her hip growing and thoughts of their last encounter flashed through her mind, making her moan into his mouth. Their mouths broke apart and Riddick once again moved his lips to her ear.

"How much did you miss me?" he rumbled almost… coyly. Her eyes darkened and her tongue flittered out to wet her lips. She pulled his ear down and her next murmured words, whispered in time with the music, almost killed him.

"I wanna fuck you like an animal."

Before she knew it she was shoved back into the wall at the farthest, darkest corner of the club. The corner where only the brightest of lights can penetrate, so that no eyes would see. Their mouths and bodies were so entwined together that it was hard to tell where one ended and the other began. Riddick yanked her top down a little, exposing her breasts and letting on an evilgrin. She in turn, in her lusted frenzy, ripped the snap clean off of his black cargos, causing him to quirk an eyebrow at her. His stun passed when she shoved at the waistband of his cargos, pushing them low on his hips. Though her actions were bold, the look in her eyes when he met them was one of entreating, of begging for him. She wanted him, now. She'd been without him for months; tonight she didn't want to savor him. There would be time for savoring later. She just wanted him.

He pushed her up the wall a little and yet again, out of instinct and want, she wrapped her legs around his hips and her arms around his neck. Her heat and heady scent rising between them was almost his undoing. He leaned down and kissed her breasts, licking each hardened rosy nipple. She whimpered, not out of pleasure, but out of pleading. She didn't have the patience for playing tonight.

He pushed forward, pinning her to the wall with his weight. She couldn't go anywhere now even if she'd wanted to. He moved one hand down, fiddling with his cargos. Suddenly she felt the warm, hard tip of his member pressing into her inner thigh. With a flick of his hand her panties were moved aside and he was poised at the very edge of her wetness. Their eyes caught, and the same question burned there as before. He would never come out and ask if she was ready, he knew the answer anyway. She couldn't deny him.

She dug her nails into his shoulders in anticipation as he lifted his bodyweight off her enough for her to slide slowly down onto him. He buried his face in her neck, growling. The feel of her heat enveloping him, her wet velvet flesh, he almost lost control. He had to shake his head to keep from ravaging her. She moaned against his shoulder. He backed out and a look of challenge crossed her face, he couldn't deny her either.

The next few moments were a blur of passion and friction and sweat. He drove back into her. Again. Again. Each plunge was punctuated by a breathy growl escaping her throat. Or was it him? She was working as well, pushing and bucking her hips in time with each thrust. She was soo close.

"Harder," she whispered hoarsely in his ear, "Good god, Riddick. Please. Harder." She wanted flashes of white-hot passion. She wanted to come so badly it hurt. He pulled her thighs up around him and his body took over. He drove into her mechanically; the pain in his burning muscles forgotten. All he knew was the pleasure of her. The scent of her sweat and sex flooded his senses. He couldn't have stopped now for the whole world and the power between them could have launched a rocket. He felt her whole body began to tense, both minds and bodies focused on one thing; release. Suddenly she tightened, back arched against the wall, her inner muscles trembling around him. She thrust her hips forward, setting off a chain reaction within Riddick and throwing him into his own oblivion. The heat from him exploding inside her sent echoes of feeling crashing through her, like a boulder into a pristine pond. They came hard, so hard that the music barely covered the sound of it. She cried out his name over and over, and he in turn roared hers with a ferocity she'd never heard. Trembling and spent they clung to each other, both attempting to regain the ability of coherent speech.

After some time they both managed to relax enough to uncouple, though both would have been perfectly happy to stay put for the rest of their natural lives. Straightening muscles that had cramped without their feeling was difficult, and they both almost collapsed from the strain of simply standing up. Once breathing had returned to normal and clothes had been readjusted and put back in their proper places, Riddick wrapped his arms around Jack's shoulder and moved his lips beside her ear.

"Let's go home."

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