The first thing I noticed as I began to come too was a weird pulling sensation on my lower leg, I couldn't really feel anything other than that odd sensation. Next I began to get snippets and pieces of my memory of the day until all of a sudden everything came rushing back and I sat up sharply only to be hit by a wave of dizziness and fall back with a groan.
"Don't move." A dark and rich voice said somewhere from the end of the couch.
"Riddick?" Well who else would it be? Do you know anyone with a voice that sensual? A small grunt of confirmation was all I got in answer as I began to sit up again, slowly this time, looking down at my leg and seeing… "Is that blood? Is that my blood? I'm bleeding? And … oh god are you.." again I was engulfed in blackness.
The second time I came too was quicker, and no weird tugging sensation, as well his presence was gone. All the lights in my tiny flat were turned off, odd I usually always had one on. I wasn't particularly frightened of the dark but I didn't really like it being the all encompassing cant see five feet in front you type of dark either.
A sudden sound from my bedroom startled me and I looked in that direction and saw a flash of silver as Riddick walked through a small patch of light shining in from the full moon. I sigh in relief. Not wanting to acknowledge just how much I like having him around. Shifting enough so I can change positions and sit up a little I realise with embarrassment my pants are missing, I blush a rather bright red.
Because Riddick was still standing in the moonlight I see one of his eyebrows arch up and the barest hints of a smirk on his lips. "Your pants were ruined so I took them off to clean and stitch up the cut."
"I… Uh… Thanks?" Boy I sure have the English language down pat, how about a whole sentence next? "Thank you for what you did… But How did you know what apartment I was in?" Silence greeted this question as he walked forward and dropped a pair of sweats he must have found in my room. I quickly pull them on, keeping an eye on Riddick as he wanders around my small living room, looking at the few pictures I have. He makes the room seem so much smaller than it actually is, its almost unnerving.
"Are you hungry Riddick?" I walk into the small kitchen area not needing light to see where i'm going. Not really surprised when he doesn't answer, so I turn on the stove light and start looking through my cupboards and cooling unit, seeing what I have to make. "Definitely need to go on a grocery run soon." I say to myself still looking then coming across a can of creamy Alfredo sauce, as well as a package of long noodles, I put the sauce on to heat up and look for an onion to chop up and add to it as well as a few mushrooms and spices. While that's heating up I put on a pot of water to boil and check to see if my bread is still good, buttering it up with garlic butter I put it on a baking sheet in the oven to toast. While waiting for everything to finish cooking I turn and almost let out a surprised yelp.
"How can you be so silent?" He was leaning in the doorway arms crossed and his muscle shirt pulled taut.
A slight shrug of the shoulders, damn his muscles rippled with the simplest of moves… "Experience." One word, which actually did explain everything. "your water is about to boil over."
"What? Oh damn!" I completely forgot about the water, grabbing the noodles and dumping them in, I turned down the heat a bit and stirred until they began to soften up. Hearing the slight scraping of chair against floor as Riddick moves to sit down. I could feel him watching what I was doing, and it was making me a little nervous. I have never had a guy in my home alone before and especially not a wanted man. Who could kill me before I even realised what had happened.
"So… Uh, what brought you to this planet?" Even to my own ears I sounded nervous and unsure.
"I wont hurt you. I just need a place to crash tonight and ill be gone tomorrow." That was actually comforting to hear, surprising really considering who its coming from.
"Why me?" I took the noodles off the burner not looking at him, draining them and then mixing them in the sauce and putting it on the table as I grab a couple plates and take the bread from the oven.
I saw the slight half smirk again before he began piling his plate high and digging in. knowing I wasn't going to get an answer I sat and began to slowly eat, watching him from the corner of my eye.
I looked up right at him as he took a bite of garlic toast, meeting his eyes, feeling a slight shock go through me, its like his eyes reflect everything and show nothing of himself. He didn't say anything, not that I expected him too. Riddick isn't much for talking unless he has something to say. At least, that's what I've come to realise from the short time I have been around him.
"You need to better defend yourself. If I hadn't been there to stop those Merc's there wouldn't have been anything you could do." I looked away a faint pink tinge high on my cheekbones.
"Thanks for reminding me." I muttered down into my plate of Alfredo, or what's left of it at least. I was took another bite and chewed slowly, wondering where I could learn more defences.
"You don't have any experience with men do you girl?" Riddick had a slightly amused lilt to his voice now, like he was teasing me.
I coughed, choking on the bite of food, managing to swallow I glared at him. "That, Riddick. Is none of your business. And stop calling me girl! I have a name."
"I don't need to know it." I watched as he stood and began clearing his dishes off the table and taking them too the sink. Staring in shock as he began to wash them and the pots.
"Riddick, I can do that later don't worry about them." Completely ignoring what I said he continued washing the dishes. Standing I found a container to put the remainder of the food into to save for later. "so, I'm uh, going to go have a show-eep!" I was suddenly grabbed and pinned to the counter. Looking up into his silver eyes I was wondering what I did wrong, seeing the scarily deadly look on his face…