5 Tensions and Release
Time on the ship was passed slowly. There was almost a constant tension of some kind. When they were training it was sexual. Tracy couldn't help the way her body responded in close proximity to his. And when they weren't sparring, it was a different kind of tension. Being cooped up with someone you hadn't known, for a long period of time tended to frazzle the nerves.
Riddick longed for solitude but he couldn't pull his gaze away from Tracy. He chalked it up to being horny. There was no other option for him to entertain, really. He knew he would never grow attached to a woman.
They shared chores but Tracy did mostly all the cooking. Riddick seemed content with the set up and helped with the clean up.
One morning after breakfast he snapped, "What the fuck is all over the cups!"
"What are you talking about?" she asked him, puzzled.
He picked up a cup and held it in her face and pointed to the lip if it. "This, see it? What the fuck is it? It's… waxy or something."
"I guess it's my lip balm." She told him after examining what he was so piss off about.
"It's a pain in the dick to get off, stop using it." He demanded.
"No!"
"What?"
"I said no. Got a hearing problem?"
He slammed the coffee mug down and Tracy wondered how it didn't shatter into a million pieces. "Don't fuckin' tell me no. Stop using the shit or you do the fuckin' dishes."
"Jesus, Riddick. You're such a baby!" She told him and tried to walk away. He grabbed her by the arm and slammed her against the wall.
She felt the bite of his blade against her neck but didn't flinch. She would not show fear. Somewhere deep inside she knew he wouldn't hurt her and that he just had to blow off some steam. Perhaps he was feeling the same sexual pull as she was?
She smiled sweetly at him and dug her blade into his back a little harder before he realized she had it there. Right in his sweet spot.
He felt a surge of pride that was overshadowed by his rising lust. His lips were only a breath away from hers, "Good. You're learning." He told her but made no attempt to move.
They stood that way for a good five minutes, his shiv at her throat and hers in his back and the sexual tension snapping between them. She wished she could see his eyes. She wondered if it'd matter. He never gave anything away but she loved his eyes. Most of the time he kept them hidden behind his goggles.
Just when she felt like she was going to have an orgasm right there, without him even touching her, he cursed and stormed away into the gym.
Tracy stood there against the wall for a few more moments before she decided to go and take a cold bath. Her body was so hot and she could still feel the imprint of his muscles against hers. Fuck I want him inside me. What am I going to do? In her mind, it was his hands and fingers that made her cum during her bath, not her own.
Riddick could smell her scent getting stronger the longer he held her, pinned to the wall. His cock was so hard he was sure she felt it but made no move to help him out with it. He wanted to fuck her, he'd admit it. And he'd even admit it wasn't because she was the only woman around. He also knew she wanted him, but like a good sister, she made no move on him because of Kyra. That pissed him off.
Sleeping naked next to her every night was a really bad idea but he would not give in and show weakness. He was grateful when she went to take a bath. The water helped lessen the scent she was putting off. The scent of her body calling his. His whole body clenched when he heard her whimper when she came. Sometimes having enhanced hearing was a bitch.
Eventually he gave into his body and jerked off in the gym as he remembered the way her body moved. Her scent was still in the air. The slight tang of her sweat from a towel she had left. He used it to clean himself up and it just made him hard and pissed off again.
He couldn't wait to get to Crematoria so he could get out of this hell.
The next week progressed the same way. They would eat, train, fight, and bicker. She would hide in the bathroom for an hour and then read or something while he went back to the gym and worked out. She tried to keep her mind off of him and on other things, like Kyra or anything other than his body, the scent of his skin and the heat of him at night.
They were still sharing the same bed, both being too proud to accept defeat. They never spoke about it during the day and so far, nothing had happened. She had come to accept that more times than not she would wake up in his arms or wrapped around him in some way.
Riddick enjoyed mind fucking her and did it as much as he could, as much as his traitorous body would allow him too. He would stand really close to her and invade her space. Or sneak up on her silently and chuckle when she would just about jump out of her skin. Tracy skill with shivs improved greatly and he was pleased to have a worthy sparring partner. She had also proven her skills as a marksman; she was good, damn good with a gun. Dare he say better than him?
Tracy never realized how attached she was becoming to him, but he knew. He could tell in the way she talked to him, or the way she would watch him or listen to his voice. He found it intriguing. He always knew he could use his voice as a weapon, but with her, he found himself speaking just to see the look on her face and to see the tension leave her body.
She never realized that she touched him more and he never minded it. A slight brush of her hand here and there when she walked past him or the brush of her fingers when she would hand him something. Her resolve to hold out from him was weakening. He was happy about that but then wondered if getting involved with her sexually, this late in the game was worth the effort.
One evening, Riddick was in the pilot chair, making final adjustments to their course and while she took a bath. Oh God Tracy, what are you going to do? You love him, you know that? I can't love him. He isn't mine to love, besides, who in their right mind loved a man like Riddick? I can't do this to Kyra. That's it, I'm moving to the other room. I'm moving all my shit out, tonight. I have to get over these feelings before it's too late and she gets hurt. She is the most important thing in my life. My own sister… how could I do this to her?
Tracy walked up behind Riddick and laid her hand on his shoulder and pressed her chin to his bald head. "So, how much longer?"
Riddick knew she was there before she touched him. The smell of coconuts filled his senses, making him horny and hungry. He actually felt his heart jump when she touched her but he pretended not to notice, she didn't.
She had no idea what she had been doing to him lately. The touches and glances. He was going crazy with wanting her. He promised himself that he was moving to the other room tonight because there was no way he could make it through one more night without touching her.
"Little over two days." Two long, cold nights alone in the other bed.
"Do you think we will beat them there?" Only two more nights to get through, only two more nights to fool yourself into believing there could be something more…
"Chances are good that we will make it there pretty much the same time they do. It really comes down to who lands first at this point."
"Humm… Ok, I'm going to go to bed. Good night, Riddick." She said and never noticed the slight brush of her lips against his head, but he did and his cock jerked in response.
The scent of fucking coconuts was driving him crazy. He got up and went to the galley intent on getting piss drunk but he couldn't bring himself to take a sip. He didn't want to cloud his last two days with her in a fog of liquor. Fuck you're such a fucking pussy. What the fuck is wrong with you? She's just like any other woman; you only want her because she doesn't want you. Once you have her and the challenge is gone, so will the desire and then you'll have to hear her cry and piss Jack off. No, it ain't worth it. Definitely sleeping in the other room tonight.
Tracy made her way to the bedroom and looked around; she took a deep breath and felt tears prick her eyes. No matter what she did, she couldn't bring herself to pack up and leave. Just one more night Tracy, that's it, one more night. You can keep your hands to yourself one more time. She stripped and crawled into bed facing his pillow so she could catch his scent. You're so fucked!
It was late by the time he made it back to the room to collect his stuff but once he opened the door and saw her there, he couldn't remember why he was moving to the other room. The only thing he could think about was her body and the scent of her. Just one more night Riddick, that's it, one more night. You can keep your hands to yourself one more time. He stripped and crawled into bed facing her so he could watch her sleep. You're so fucked!
Tracy felt his hands sliding over her skin and sucked in a breath. She snuggled into his chest with a sigh and trailed her fingers over his side, down the length of his hip until she cupped his ass. She snaked her tongue out and tasted his skin for the first time and moaned. It was salty and spicy and addicting, more delectable than any food she had ever tasted.
His hand traveled to her breast and she moved to give him better access. Riddick took the opportunity to lick her neck and trace her collarbone with his lips. She tasted better than he imagined, sweet like honey. He took one rosy tipped nipple in his mouth and she moaned arching up into him as her nails bit into his back. The sensation was overwhelming, pain and pleasures mixed with her cries made him feel drunk.
He settled himself between her smooth thighs and waited for her to relax and accept reality, he was going to have her, he had to have her. "Riddick," She sighed when she felt the hard thickness of him probing at her slick, hot core. "I haven't…"
"Shh, stay with me. I won't hurt you."
I won't hurt you. Yes you will, when you walk away from me, when Kyra's back and I have to watch the two of you together. She told me about your connection. I have no chance against that. "I can't do this Riddick. I'm sorry."
"Relax, I got you." He whispered against her skin as she slowly slipped into her.
Tracy's eyes snapped open, trying to figure out where she was and what was truth and dream. Had she and Riddick slept together? There was no way to tell, they were both naked again and she was clinging to him. She could feel her arousal and wetness between her legs. Just a dream Tracy. That's all. Get up; get out before it's too late.
I can't. She was close to tears now. All she had ever wanted out of life was beside her. She had never asked for anything in her life and she wouldn't ask for this, for him. She wouldn't hurt Kyra like that. Instead of leaving, she turned her back to him and closed her eyes, willing her heart to slow down and sleep to overtake her again. At least she could have him in her dreams, no one had to know, no one but her.
Riddick was awake the entire time. He heard her sigh his name and couldn't bring himself to fall back to sleep. He could hear her heart pounding and smell her desire. Fuck, just once, that's all. I'll just taste her skin once, she won't know, she's sleeping again. He found himself facing her back now as he slid closer to her. His heart was pounding now with the need to take her and fear she would wake up and push him away.
Slowly he controlled his breathing as he wrapped his hand around her middle, resting on her flat tummy. He sniffed her bare neck and then tasted her with one long slow lick of his tongue. Only sheer will kept him from moaning at the flavor of her skin. Beautiful. He was so wrapped up he never realized she had awoken again. He decided to taste her once more even though he could feel himself starting to get hard. He couldn't stop himself.
"What are you doing?" She whispered and he froze. Should he pretend being asleep and didn't hear her? "Riddick?" her voice was hardly a breath and it was his undoing.
"I've never tasted coconut before. I wanted to know if it was as sweet as it smells." His words sent his hot breath over the wetness left by his tongue and she shivered. That wasn't the only reason for it though. Oh god I'm going to die. Neither one moved away, they couldn't.
Her heart was pounding again so fast she was sure it would explode and she knew he heard it. She slid her hand over his and laced her fingers with his. "I'll make you a pie tomorrow." She whispered back, anything louder would have been too much. They tried to wait out the sexual tension like before but this time it just grew stronger.
She could feel him hard and thick pressed against her ass and was so completely unsure of what to do. Should she touch him, just once or get up and run. Run! The voice in her head said as she turned her head to look over her shoulder. Her eyes locked with the silver of his and she knew she was lost. In that moment, nothing and no one else mattered but him. His hands, his scent, his heat of his body. He was her world; she would deal with regrets tomorrow.
He turned her slightly so he could capture her lips with his. His kiss was slow and thorough, a slow dance of tongues demanding a response from the other. Tracy reached over with her other arm and grabbed the back of his head causing him to deepen the kiss. Forgive me Kyra…The words shimmered in her mind before they were replaced with the sensation of his hand on her breast.
Riddick was trying to go slow, he didn't want to scare her away, and he could feel her uncertainty and knew why. She felt like she was betraying Kyra. He didn't really understand this, why was she so sure he wanted Kyra and not her? He hadn't seen Jack in over five years and didn't even know what she looked like anymore. Why was she so sure that they were going to hook up? He made his move, before she pulled away, rolling on top of her as he claimed her lips in a fierce kiss. He nibbled her jaw and tasted her throat. He wanted to bite her more than anything at that moment but he refused. He didn't want to hurt her.
Tracy felt his muscles ripple under her fingers and his lips claiming hers. She had never experienced anything like this. She had only a few experiences with sex and they had hurt and made her feel dirty. Right now she felt wonderful and sexy. His hands slid over her silk-like-skin, so gentle but firm. His mouth was driving away all thought and reason.
When he was between her legs, she froze and looked up into his silver eyes. This was Riddick, he wouldn't hurt her. He wasn't using her like a whore or forcing himself on her. She wanted this and the guilt of that; she would carry with her for the rest of her days.
"Shh, stay with me. I won't hurt you."
"Riddick," His name was a strangled sob on her lips.
"Open up for me, baby," He muttered against her neck, "Let me in." His lips claimed hers again in a kiss designed for her complete surrender, and it worked. He felt her relax and pull him closer to her. That's it baby, let me in. He entered her slowly, inch by torturous inch. When he was finally buried to the hilt, he had to grit his teeth to keep from pounding into her. "You're so tight," He gasped as she wrapped her long legs round his waist, pulling him even deeper into her body.
When he began to move, it was her turn to gasp. The feel of him deep inside her left her reeling. Was it always like this when people had sex? Is this why everyone was so obsessed with the idea? She was sure she could become obsessed with having him inside her. She realized the huge mistake she had made by letting this happened but for the life of her, she couldn't make herself care.
Long, sure deep strokes, nice and slow as to not hurt her, he was dying, burning up. He wanted to take her fast and end the pain he was in.
She was responding to him now, meeting him with each thrust and he realized he couldn't breathe. He had sex more times than he could remember, with more women than he cared to admit, but it was different with her. She was the only one that really had any idea who and what he was, but she still let him in.
Why?
He felt her body start to tighten and she whispered his name somewhat franticly. "Let go, I got you." At his words, he felt her walls start to grip him and he increased his pace. He couldn't help it, she was milking him, making him ready to explode and when she finally went over, he went with her, willingly, if not too soon. He didn't want it to end but he needed release.
He felt her arms slide away from his back and he looked at her, locking his eyes with her. "No regrets, Tracy." She shook her head as tears gathered in her eyes. "Don't you dare cry, you have no reason to feel guilty."
"Yes I do."
"No!" His voice was quiet but laced with steel. "We've been dancing around each other for weeks."
"Kyra..."
He shook his head, "Not now…" as he began to move again. She moaned and he smiled against her breast. He had his way of keeping regrets at bay.