I've always wanted to update twice a week, but it now looks like I'll be updating once each 2 weeks...university does that to ppl...so sad...anyways, I've worked a bit more on this chap than usual. I'm trying to describe stuff and feelings, pls let me know if u notice a difference or am I just making things worse?
Pls take a look at my other story, esp. if u want some hot Riddick action...it's called "Tantra".
As always, thanks so much for the reviews...and this time a special thank you to Moosey who really helped me by giving kick ass reviews and answering my million questions...Anyways, enjoy!!! Before I forget, what do "AU" and a "Mary-Sue" character mean? U can tell me in a review or email me...thanks again
When I got my shine job and escaped slam for the first time, the nights became a thing of great value. Even though they were witnesses to some of my most violent crimes, they soothed my animal. After periods of intense rage, I'd just sit and stare at the sky for a few minutes, and I'd become as human I can ever get.
Maybe it's because the moons often reminded me of Jack. Just like the moons that seemed so perfect but were pitted, she wasn't the smooth and innocent being people believed a child would be, but rather a scarred and damaged girl. And she was mine. She was my link to humanity.
This night's not any different. The light blue moon still reminds me of Jack. I glance at it quickly, reminding myself that I can't fuck up because Jack's counting on me. It's been a long time since she last counted on me, and I won't let her down. I always want her to be able to count on me. It keeps my animal at peace.
Luckily, my shine job allows me to see better in the dark then in the light when I had normal eyes. Moving stealthily down the filth-strewn streets, I suddenly stop as I hear some sounds. Muffled cries. I crouch behind a pile of metal scraps and wait. A few moments later, I hear stumbling steps next to heavy footsteps.
I slowly get up and see that a Necromonger guard is practically dragging a young man by the collar. This is my chance. I creep up to the guard who is close to my muscular built and towering frame. I take out a shiv in each hand, ready for the attack, but the guard swiftly turns around. A slight squeeze of my right shiv's handle is the only sign that he surprised me.
I look at his cold yet intelligent eyes and a wicked smile pulls at the corners of my mouth. It's been a long time since I have truly enjoyed the rush of murder and the warmth of someone else's blood on me. The guard tries to hack me with what seemed like a heavy and complicated axe, but I jump back and stab his shoulder.
He doesn't even seem to notice it as he comes at me again. This time I crouch and stab his thigh, but he quickly kicks me in the stomach and sends me sprawling a few feet back. I'm quickly up and we both start circling each other again. Beast to beast.
After many unsuccessful tries, I finally stab him again but not anywhere which will kill him. Suddenly I see three other guards appear, each dragging a non-converted person like a piece of meat. Now the guards are circling me while their prisoners run away like scared mice. Even though the new people are smaller, I know that they have been trained extremely well. It's in their posture, their walk and their stance.
Shit. I know that I wanted to find Riddick, but I didn't want to find him surrounded by guards. I wanted to find him with Ziza in his arms. I crouch to the floor and slither towards the closest guard. As I reach him, I just know that Riddick has seen me. I plunge my shiv into the guard's sweet spot and remove my shiv as his body crumples to the floor. I turn to find another guard and see that Riddick has also killed one.
Within a few minutes there are no guards left. If I wasn't there, Riddick would have taken his time killing the biggest guard. He was enjoying the kill. I slowly wipe my blade on my pants. Riddick comes to me and roughly grabs my arms.
"Go back Jack," Riddick growls. Jack just shakes her head stubbornly. She cannot leave him, especially not after losing him once.
"I don't slow you down Riddick. I help you and you know that I can take care of myself. I'm not a kid anymore." He wants to protest but realizes that she will never give in. And he prefers having her by his side than trying to follow him in the shadows.
Jack watches Riddick as he takes the biggest guard's limp body, lifting it with one hand while the other removes his helmet, his armor, leather pants and boots. Jack would have said a smart-ass comment about Riddick undressing another man, but Kyra's serious and deadly switch was on.
"Their stuff will be too big for you," Riddick said as he dressed.
"So? Just pretend I'm some non-convert." Riddick just shrugged, but he knew that her idea was perfect. They will stay together and when the time comes, they can both kill together.
Riddick. It's so weird seeing you dressed up in anything but cargo pants and a tank top. But even though I hate the fuckin' Necros, you look really enticing in armor. It matches the power that radiates from your cool silver orbs. If people thought you looked menacing before, they'd die of a heart seizure now. I hear myself sigh.
For a moment my face was open and vulnerable, my feelings for Riddick and my fears about going to the Necros mother ship clearly reflected in my eyes. Riddick saw it and his grim expression eased.
"If something happens to me, you leave." Riddick didn't want to bring this up, but he had to. He would willingly die to save her and though this feeling was relatively new, he wasn't scared about sacrificing himself for her. Death was like his shadow, following him everywhere. They had become used to each other.
"Fine," Jack whispered but Riddick could smell her lie. She had no survival instincts, at least not when it involved him dying. The thought made Riddick close the gap between them.
"Liar," he growled near her ear as he held her waist, fingers caressing her warm skin. Jack held his face and kissed him. They kissed with longing, with fear, with love. She moved even closer to him, pressing her body on his. She wanted to drink him up. As they passionately kissed, Riddick slowly moved his hands down to feel her ass. He cupped her perfectly round ass and lifted her so they could face each other. Jack wrapped her legs around his waist and held on fiercely.
Should I tell him how much I love him? That I knew I loved him since the first time I saw him? That even though I spent five years hating him, each moment I hoped that he'd come back?
I bury my head in his neck and smell him. Riddick has a distinctive musky smell. It's aggressive and violent, but for me, it means that I'm safe and been taken care of.
I've always had a bond with him, but it's strengthened since he came back. Maybe because we're both adult and alpha Furyans. Even our particular smells seem to have mixed.
"They don't know that I'm a Furyan," Jack whispered in Riddick's ear as her legs squeezed around him tighter.
"It should stay that way," he said as his hands caressed her behind and back.
"Riddick, I want you to know that I, I um," Jack hesitated.
"Me too Jack." She was so happy to hear him say those two words that she grabbed Riddick and kissed him fervently. She laid small kisses down his neck, but his armor made it difficult. Riddick chuckled when he saw Jack's eyes getting mad at the armor. It looked like she was cursing it.
Jack. I'm so pleased that my armor is bothering you. Even though the look you're wearing reminds me of you as a kid, I don't feel bad about wanting you. About being physically and emotionally happy to have your pelvis against my erection. About making you mine.
How can a convict and killer have such soft lips? I can't help but sigh as Riddick nibbles my ear and tenderly kisses my throat. His kisses inch closer to my left breast. Slowly, he pulls my tank top down a bit, revealing a mound that's pushed out of my bras. His fist holds on to the tank top, barely touching my breast. Hi licks a wet line over my breast, which makes my nails dig into the back of his neck.
Without any warning, he lightly bites the top of my breast that's not covered. A moan escapes my lips as I hear Riddick growl. He just leaves his lips there. It seems as if he wants to catch his breath or gain control. At least he's feeling something too. I feel like my heartbeat is chasing itself. It's an electrifying sensation, causing my nipples to harden and my lower tummy to clench.
Somewhere in the back of my mind, I'm relieved that I enjoyed Riddick's touch so much that I didn't even momentarily think about the time I was raped.
I know that Riddick's bite is his way of marking me as his. And I don't care. In fact, I'm thrilled to see a light imprint of his teeth on me.
I know I'm getting a little possessive but, damn Jack, I can't hold myself in. I just had to bite you. I just had to mark you as mine. But I never thought that it'd be such an experience. I mean I've had fuckin' great sex and mind blowing orgasms, but they've been nothing like this. It makes me want to rip your clothes off right now and make you completely mine.
But I know that this proves that I've actually become completely yours.