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Full Summary: 'Maybe he wouldn't kill her just yet.' She was only meant to be another kill; instead they're both caught up in a cat and mouse hunt and stuck with each other. "Well I sure as hell chose the wrong girl to kidnap." Murder, lust, space-ship chases, fighting for your life and lots and lots of swearing. "I'm bleeding all over my new clothes, being chased by more Mercs than I care to count and I'm on a stolen space-ship. Now I know I'm hanging around with Riddick." Riddick's choice in kills just dragged him smack into another fight that should never have been his.
Chapter Summary: Bit of tension, bit of drinking, little bit of sex… not much really
Pairings: Riddick/OC
Rating: M – swearing and sex scenes
Saviour
Chapter Seven
"You need to sleep."
Eleayna swiped the back of her hand across her sweating forehead, and squinted her tired eyes at the controls before her; "I'm fine."
"Bullshit, you need to rest or you're just gonna drop."
She shook her head, her fingers racing over the keyboard as she typed in more functions to hack back into the destination board. Nothing. Damn. She'd been working her ass off for the past five hours trying to gain control of where they were heading again but it wasn't happening. She sighed in frustration when her latest attempt failed yet again with a triumphant flashing of ACCESS DENIED across her screen.
"Son of a bitch!"
Angry at both the computer's stubbornness and the tears of frustration welling in her eyes she dropped her head into her hands, elbows propped on the board. Taking a few breaths she managed to calm herself a little and she stood up, rolling her shoulders against the ache and gulping down the glass of luke-warm water besides her.
"Rest."
Eleayna would have thought he was actually concerned about her if she hadn't heard the underlying irritation in his voice. She ignored him. She was about to sit back down when he slammed both hands down against the board, trapping her between them.
"If you don't rest and we get caught in some shit you're not gonna be much use. So go and lie the fuck down."
She glared at him for a moment and he watched the rage flickering at the back of her eyes, mixing with the ever present desire he provoked inside her. There was something else there, something he wasn't sure he liked; fear.
"Why are you so desperate not to go back there?"
He watched her reactions to his words, her pupils dilating slighting and her breathing quickening.
"I don't expect you to understand."
She glared up at her reflection in his silvered orbs, hating that everything boiling away inside her he had clear access to through her eyes but she couldn't find one little key to what he was thinking in his entire face.
"Riddick… move."
He continued to stare at her.
"If you want me to rest I can't very well manage it standing here now can I?"
His lips twitched a little but he moved nonetheless, standing back just enough for her to step around him.
"We've changed course?"
Riddick didn't both turning to look at her; he had heard her making her still drowsy way to him through the hallways. She moved to stand next to him and study the co-ordinates, her hair thrown back in a messy ponytail, a pair of loose grey sweatpants hanging low at her waist and a simple black strappy-top exposing a strange symbol tattooed at the back of her neck.
"It's a branding mark."
He cocked his head to the side, wondering how she'd known he was looking when the cock-pit was almost entirely dark save for the flickering lights of the control board besides him.
"After my brother died I was on my own, not a good thing when you're six. I was taken off the streets by a tribe. They raised me, taught me how to fight, steal… survive."
Riddick's face remained impassive.
"These are only preliminary co-ordinations; we're still heading for the same place. You've just arranged a pit-stop."
She turned to him in confusion but he just tipped back in his chair a little, smirking up at her.
"You are aware that this is a commercial royalty ship." He continued to look at her. "Which means that unless we reach the destination programmed in within the next two days we're going to have every cop in the universe looking for us."
Seeing that he already knew this information and still didn't care made her grind her teeth and turn her back on him angrily. She knew that the ship will have filed away their prints for identification and if they didn't take this blasted ship back to where it was meant for there wouldn't be a planet in this universe they'd be safe on.
They sat in silence, Riddick impassive as always and Eleayna irritated enough to pretend he wasn't there although she was painfully aware of him every time she moved. When they landed she pulled on her boots and stalked ahead of him out of the ship and into the night.
Eleayna indicated her empty glass before her and the bartender refilled it with liquor, eyeing her appreciatively as he did so. She glared at him out of the corner of her eye and knocked back her drink, the burning liquid matching the anger still boiling away inside of her. Shooting a look sideways she could see Riddick sitting in the darkness at a small table, a local whore pressing against him whispering into his ear. She didn't seem the slightest bit bothered that he was completely ignoring her, his goggled gaze fixed straight ahead in her direction.
"Hey."
Eleayna slowly returned her gaze to the banks of bottles on the other side of the bar opposite her, ignoring the man leaning against the bar besides her. Riled by her ignorance he grabbed her upper-arm roughly, his fingers biting into her flesh. She turned her head to look at his hand on her arm, without saying a word she drained her glass again and turned her body to face him.
He smiled at her, his eyes lingering on her chest half-exposed by the low top and he leaned in towards her.
"Can I help you?"
He chuckled and released her arm, his hand trailing over her collar-bone and gripping her breast. Sighing she carefully placed her glass on the bar-top and swung around fully in her seat until her knees were pressing against his thighs. He smirked and leaned in towards her, in a flash she had his chin in a vice-like grip and his eyes widened as she pulled him in towards her.
"Now… shall I kill you? I don't think anyone here will care. Or should I just relocate your jaw?"
His eyes narrowed; "Bitch."
"Good choice." Yanking his head around she heard his neck break with a satisfying cracking sound and she let him fall to the ground with a dull thud.
No one in the bar even looked up for more than a brief moment before continuing with their drinking. Eleayna started when she felt a rough hand yank her out of her seat and drag her towards the door. She knew it was Riddick and she struggled against him, violently twisting in his grip and snarling insults at him. Once they were out of the bar and in the darkness of the late-night town he threw her against a nearby wall. Pinning her against the damp wall he held her there as she thrashed against him, lashing out with her legs and scratching at him with her nails.
Eventually she tired of her tirade and she collapsed against him, exhausted. He didn't move as she held onto him, too tired to cry but convulsing with shudders just the same. When she didn't even have the energy to do that anymore she forced herself to stand again.
"What was that about?"
She dropped her head and reached up, brushing her sweating hair out of her face; "I don't wanna go back there." She sighed. "But I have to." She let out a mirthless laugh. "Hey gotta face my past sometime, why not now?"
He dropped a hand onto her shoulder and she smirked up at him, noticing violent streaks of blood across his cheek.
"Did I do that?"
He cocked his head to the side; "Doesn't hurt."
Rolling her eyes Eleayna took a step around him and made her way down the darkened street.
"The ship's the other way, genius."
She didn't even stop as she threw her reply over her shoulder; "I'm not going to the ship genius."
Sighing Riddick shook his head and took off down the street after her.
Eleayna stifled a yawn and climbed out of bed, her foot catching on the discarded clothes and sending her sprawling onto the floor where Riddick was sleeping. Pushing herself off him she sat in a dazed heap as he sat up, his bare chest catching the early morning light. Feeling suddenly self-conscious Eleayna tugged on the hem of the shirt she was clad in trying to pull it over her extremely short shorts. She had found the clothes in a drawer earlier and for want of anything else had reluctantly decided to sleep in them.
Riddick was already dressed by the time she decided to get up off the floor, when he froze over her with his head cocked to one side she squinted up irritably at him.
"What?"
He ignored her and twisted his head to look towards the door of the room in silence.
"Riddick? What is it?"
Feeling unnerved now Eleayna was halfway onto her feet when a shot blasted out the window and splintered the thin wall directly behind where Riddick's head had been moments before. Without wasting a moment Riddick grabbed Eleayna's hand and yanked her to her feet, racing towards the door he threw his shoulder into it and sent the surprised mercs on the other side crashing onto the floor. As they raced down the corridor Eleayna could feel and hear plasma blasts striking the floor and walls around them as her bare feet slapped against the dirty floor.
As they raced past an adjacent corridor a merc emerged from it, slamming the butt of his rifle into her shoulder and sending her skidding across the floor. Crawling onto her hands and knees she shook her head to clear it and stumbled to her feet, leaning against the wall as arrows of pain shot through her shoulder and assaulted her brain. Anger quickly numbed the pain and she slammed the closest merc into the wall, hearing his skull crack at the back, as she let go a smear of blood followed the descent of his head.
Fighting her way through the assorted mercs she found herself at Riddick's side again and she followed him when he ran, the pain in her shoulder bringing furious tears to her eyes as she dodged more bullets. They made it out into the early morning light, racing to where they'd left the ship, dodging through crowds heading to work and diving onto the ship.
"You alright?" Riddick grunted, already taking off as she stumbled into the seat besides him.
"No I'm not alright I got my ass kicked again!"
Riddick slanted her a look as she tugged at her shirt so she could see the damage to her shoulder. There was a nasty looking bruise spreading over her shoulder and touching the base of her neck, luckily it wasn't dislocated.
"Son of a bitch I'm going to nail his balls to the floor!" She cursed.
He pulled her towards him and tilted her head back rather roughly, running his fingers over the bruise. He leant over to study it, his breath hot over her skin from their race and sending goose bumps squirming over her body. She shuddered and her eyes flickered shut.
"Does it hurt?"
She moved her head a little; "I've had worse."
He moved his head even closer to the fast darkening skin, he could smell her and it was overpowering. As he moved closer his shoulder approached her face and she inhaled against the sweat sheeting his skin from their run. Her eyes were still closed and he could hear her heart pounding her ribs as he pressed his lips ever so gently to her bruise. She gave a little half-gasp and shifted in her seat, her hand shifting unconsciously until it was gripping his arm painfully tight.
He pulled back, watching her as she lay back in the chair where he had moved her, her eyes half-lidded and her cheeks flushed.
"I'm going for a shower… I'm covered in blood again."
He watched her leave, his sharp ears picking out the running water as she switched on the shower. Without realising it he got to his feet and made his way silently towards the bunk she was using.
Humming to herself she rubbed vigorously at the back of her hair with a hand towel before tossing it to the side carelessly and wandering across the room to the poor excuse for a dresser opposite the foot of her bed. She glanced down at the gun on the table, before she looked back up there was a shadow sweeping over her skin and she spun around. Her gun was trained right between Riddick's eyes in the centre of his forehead but he only surveyed her with an odd look at the back of his flashing eyes, his mouth a half frown half smirk.
"Go ahead and shoot me… if you really want to." She unlocked the safety on the side of the gun. "Either way, I'm gonna kiss you."
Even if she had wanted to she didn't have a chance to shoot him as his lips slammed into hers, crashing her back against the wall besides the table. The gun fell from her hand and crashed onto the mirror sending it tumbling onto the table where it shattered. Neither of them noticed. Riddick's mouth was hungrily devouring hers, the need for air secondary as his hands dropped to her bare thighs. Water still glistened on them slightly as he tugged her legs up and around him. Her fingers dug into his bare back, her nails causing deep indentations as she used the wall to brace herself. His mouth dropped to her neck and he ran his tongue teasingly against her pulse under the bruise, tracing over her flickering flesh until she bit her lip and dropped her head back against the wall.
She leant into him, pushing against the wall with her bare shoulders until her entire weight was on Riddick who momentarily lost his footing in surprise causing them both to tumble backwards onto the bed in a confused tangle of limbs. She stared up at him with a sleepy look in her eyes and he scanned her face; her eyes amused, and almost black with desire while her lids were half-lowered, her lips were slightly swollen and bruised from his attack on them and her cheeks were flushed. For a moment he was reminded of Kyra and he pulled away from her, turning his back on her and staring at his reflection in the mirror opposite them.
Frowning she sat up and pulled her towel back around herself more tightly, securing the knot holding it up and watching his tensed back. She reached out a hand to touch his shoulder and his muscles twitched reflexively but he didn't move from under her touch. She crept closer to him, one hand still on her shoulder and the other resting between his bared shoulder blades.
"Riddick?"
He raised his eyes to meet hers in the mirror; she pressed her hand into his skin a little as though to check he was still there. In a second he had her pinned beneath him again, his hands holding her wrists down against the mattress beneath them. There was a hunger burning at the back of his eyes as he frowned down at her, but she didn't look scared; merely curious. She was so much stronger than Kyra.
His face broke into a smirk as he lowered his lips towards hers, he shifted his hands until one was holding him up over her and the other was caressing the curve of her side where it melted into her hip. Her smooth skin flowed like porcelain beneath his fingers as they burned into her pale flesh; he moved his hand around to press against the dip at the small of her back, lifting her up with the one hand until her stomach was arched against his chest as he moved his lips to her neck.
One of his legs was wedged between both of hers and he raised it a little until his thigh was pressing against her through the towel and she bit her lip to keep from moaning, her eyes shut and her head thrown back spilling her red hair over the mismatched pillows beneath her.
"I can't quite decide…." He paused and glanced down at her beneath him. Her eyes were almost closed and darker than ever as she watched him. "How you'd want it."
She smirked at him and pulled his head down towards her, her long smooth leg rubbing against him through his trousers tantalisingly slowly.
"Hard… fast?" He pressed his leg into the V between both of her legs again and she bit down on his lip still barely a mere millimetre away from hers. "Soft… slow?"
He ducked his head and sucked her earlobe into his mouth; his tongue caressing the two studs, one right behind the other, he found there.
"All those ways… and all the other ways I can come up with."
He smirked into her neck as she shifted her hands, tugging at his top impatiently. He quickly discarded his trousers and rolled over, pinning her beneath him again. She hooked her leg into his and rolled them both over, straddling him as he lowered her towel away from her and dropped it carelessly onto the floor. She stared down at him, her hair tumbling over her slightly freckled shoulders. He could feel the heat of her burning against him and he dug his fingers into her hips, leaving vibrant red marks with his force.
Sitting up he held her to him and pressed a kiss between her breasts, the stubble on his chin which he hadn't had time to shave yet scraping against her delicate flesh and sending a shudder through her and pressing her even further against him. She pressed against his shoulders until he was back against the pillows and she leant over him, kissing underneath his jaw and down his throat.
"The question is Riddick… how do you want it?"
He growled as her hand pressed against him underneath her. He flipped her over and entered her so quickly she was barely on her back. They'd been driving each other insane for so long that it didn't take long before Eleayna whimpered and dug her nails into his back hard enough to draw blood, her teeth sinking into his neck until he shuddered violently on top of her. He rolled over until he was half on top of her and half on the bed and she pushed her hair out of her sweating face and turned her head to look at him.
"Well that's one way done with… which next?"
He smirked at her as she swung a long delicate leg over him.
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