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Two Months Later

Kelly was laying under Riddick with her eyes closed and her mouth open as she writhed in ecstasy. He growled as he bit her neck gently avoiding the scar there and drove in and out of her. She arched and her nails dug into his shoulders.

Riddick sat up panting as he jerked awake, and groaned. Not again, he had another one. He kept having sex dreams, the setting and mood where always different but it was always Kelly. He groaned again as he through his legs over the side of the bed and decided to get up. No use trying to go back to sleep, he wouldn't get any rest. He quickly dressed and walked out to find Kelly sitting in the kitchen in nothing but boy shorts and sports bra; which wasn't helping. It seemed that ever since he'd walked in on her in the shower all since of modesty had vacated her person.

The woman was tattooed allover the place. Aside from her sleeve of hell, the dragon, and her rose (which Riddick had discovered was a memorial tat for her parents) she had a lily in full bloom tattooed on her lower back, a peacock with skulls in it's tail feathers tattooed over her right thigh, a scantily clad, anime style female ninja on her left calf, and the words 'FUCK OFF' on the inside of her bottom lips. Most of the time Riddick didn't find tattooed woman attractive, but Kelly looked damn fine inked.

"Eggs in the pan and bacon in the microwave," she said not looking up from the book she was reading as she took a drag of her cigarette. He quickly made himself a plate and sat down glaring at the food. Kelly looked up and smirked.

"You had another one huh?" she asked knowing the sullen and tired look, "Damn dude you need to get laid. There's always that waitress at the bar, or any other woman that looks at you for that matter. Hell if I hadn't lived with your petulant ass for the last few months I'd do you." Riddick looked up at her and silently wishing that she hadn't said that. This wasn't gonna help the dreams.

"Well, that's nice to know," he grumbled, "So you working tonight?" Kelly scowled and shook her head. The cops where stomping hard on night racing and the whole circuit had been shut down, causing her to have to rearrange her funds making it so that she'd need two more races instead of one.

"No," she replied stabbing violently at her eggs.

"What do you do anyway?" Riddick asked as he realized he had no clue what she did for a living. All he knew was that she paid all the bills, and fed him in exchange for him helping around the house and fencing for her at the bar. Which was amazingly easy considering that he almost enjoyed scaring the shit out of guys who were trying to hit on Kelly, and he'd gotten to kick Ryan's ass a few days ago.

"I pilot. I already told you that," she replied rolling her eyes.

"Pilots work more than once every few months," he said looking up at her.

"Commercial pilots do, but I'm not a commercial pilot. I race pods," she said easily but Riddick's head had shot up at her words.

"What?" he demanded. Riddick could and would do some stupid shit, but pod racing was one of the few things he wouldn't even dream of doing. Driving a speeder through dangerous terrain at heart stopping speeds while five other pilots tried to run you into walls, the ground, or some other hard surface not caring if they killed you was suicide as far as he was concerned. The life expectancy of the average pod racer was less than one race, and that was for the legal races which had some rules, but Riddick had the feeling that Kelly didn't race legally. "Are you insane? That's the most dangerous profession in the verse, even comet miners have a longer life expectancy than pod racers," he sputtered causing Kelly to look up at him.

"Whoopty doo. I've survived 43 races, I think I'm good enough to not get myself killed. Besides The ATS makes me super woman, and I'm only gonna race two more times before I'm gone. I gotta ship and it's repaired and stocked, all I need is a rainy day cash and I'm off this rock. You're welcome to tag along when I jump," she said putting out her cigarette, "I might actually miss your ass."

"I might actually take you up on it," Riddick said knowing full well he would. He didn't know why but the thought of Kelly leaving without him bugged him. Not to mention he was getting sick of this planet.

"Good to know. You know even if you are a little gruff…oh that's the door bell," Kelly said standing up and walking to the door. She opened it and felt her mouth dry out and her stomach lurch.

"Hey bitch," a tall, lanky red headed man with burning green eyes said as he swung a curved blade around and opened a deep cut across her stomach. She leapt back, slammed the door in his face, and slammed the heavy dead bolt home in one movement. Riddick was up and running towards her, but she ran past him and grabbed his hand.

"Out the fire escape. We gotta jump now," she said dragging him along with her. Her veins were filled with adrenalin not blood and even though he was pulling against her with all his might Riddick couldn't break free. She dragged him through her bedroom, grabbing a black bag, and yanking the window open as they heard the front door splinter behind them.

"Who was that?" Riddick demanded as he jerked free of her and followed her panicked flight out the window and down into the alley.

"The reason I'm a convict. The biggest son of a bitch merc on the face of the earth. My twin brother Rocky," she snarled running full speed through the semi-dark alley ways.