Jack felt heat flush her cheeks as she immediately realized her mistake. Oh, right. How could she forget that he could see in the dark? She passed it off as her nerves and cleared her throat, "Uhm, Who says I was hiding from you? Maybe I was worried I had the wrong ship, and wanted to make sure it was you." She crossed her arms over her chest moodily. Stupid Jack, Stupid! Scolding herself inwardly, she resisted a sigh. Now he was going to think you were some ditzy immature chick who couldn't handle her own. Great, just how she wanted Riddick to look at her. She wanted him to get aroused when he saw her, she wanted him to want her.

Jack needed him to want her the way she wanted him, but she really doubted that would ever happen. She watched him as he snorted in amusement and gave her the 'Big Evil' smirk that could drop any girl's panties, she could guarantee it. I mean, just look at him. His lips, imagine the things he could do with those lips. Gods knew she had. Jack had pictured them on her neck, on her breasts, moving down her stomach towards her...great, now she was turned on.

Riddick's smirk grew as he smelled the heat on her, enjoying it. Jack's arousal was such a turn on for him, the scent was sharp and warm. It was a musky smell that lingered heavy in his nose and left his spine tingling and wanting to feel just how aroused she was, dipping a finger into her panties, or maybe even a tongue. Pull yourself together man, be cool about this. Why was Jack able to throw him off so easily? "Yeah well I bet you feel like a downright genius right abot now, huh?" the question was teasing, it was amused. He was making fun of her.

Her cheeks burned again, "Riddick if you want me to go, I will, I can leave right now you know. I don't have to sit here and take this." She grabbed her duffle bag in offense, heading for the door. But he stopped her easy with one hand, flat across her chest, stopping her like a brick wall. He had made sure to aim above her breasts, because he wasn't sure how he'd react if he had that supple flesh in his palm, "Nah, don't go. You know I came back for you, I know you wanted to go with me. So don't do something you'll regret. I'm surprised though, I thought you were asleep." Maybe his senses were getting dull. That was almost scary to even him.

"No, I was awake..." She paused to set her bag back down, looking up at him, "I was coming downstairs when I heard you two arguing. But last night, Riddick I had a dream, that on the skiff, it was Imam who kept me from going with you...is that true, it was Imam right?" she whispered, wanting to clean Riddick's slate, wanting to make him pure in her eyes again.

He nodded a bit, "Yeah, he was a real prick about the whole thing. I'm glad you know that now. Trust me, you'll be much better off with me...How'd you get in here anyway?" he perked a brow, the idea just getting into his head that she should not have been able to get into his locked ship.

"I hacked it, I used this." She held up her gizmo, "You put the keycard into the key slot, and this little computer finds out what the pass code is. That's how I got in, I found out your pass code. Then obviously I punched it in and made myself at home....this is a really nice ship, by the way. Who did you steal it from?"

He ignored the last part, "So Lil Jack is already part criminal, hacking into things huh?" he smirked. "Well let's see just how good you are. I want you to use that gizmo on the ship next door, go in and kill whoever is in there. Then, bring me back their credit card."

She gaped at him, unable to eblieve what he'd just asked of her, "What the fuck, Riddick? I am not going to go kill someone just because you wanna test me out!" She shoved his chest, "Who do you think I am?" she reached for her duffle bag again.

He grabbed her wrist, "Wait, wait." Yeah like he really thought Jack was cracked out enough to go murder someone. It was good actually, she wasn't obsessed with him anymore. No doubt the youngster would have given it her all to kill anyone he told her to. But this Jack...she was grown up now. She had a head on her, and he was sure she wouldn't let him down, but she was also gonna be smart about it. If he ever needed her, she would-

No. Riddick Frowned, he'd never need Jack. He didn't need anyone, no one but himself. Richard B. Riddick was no fucking pussy, He had murdered dozens and he certainly wouldn't need some woman to show him the fuckin' colors of the rainbow or whatever the shit women did besides spread their legs. "Good job kid, way to keep your head about you. Let's go before Imam realizes you're gone." he headed for the cockpit, leaving her stunned there.

Wait, he was praising her for disobeying him? Wow, Sooo did not see that one coming. "Er, thanks?" she said in a confused tone as she watched him walk to the cockpit. Well, more specifically she watched his ass as he walked to the cockpit. But he didn't need to know that, no sir.

"Yeah whatever, hey look kid, why don't you take your bag to one of the rooms. There is a nice room, down the left corridor, four doors in." He sat down in his seat, pretending that if he called her kid, he could forget how great she looked in that shirt. ...Nah wasn't working.

"Uhm, yeah I will." She picked up her duffle bag, feeling a great sense of relief as they took off from the bay. Gods yes, she was finally free! She was with Riddick, and no one would take him from her now, she's kill anyone who did. Riddick was hers, no one else mattered. All that mattered in the world was he, and she. She played with the idea, that he was so able to kill and leave freely, because of that same thing. Because all that mattered was him. They were both orphans, they both didn't have friends. She could understand him, understand how it felt being him. They were so good for each other. Neither one had strings tying them to people or places. All they had was each other....she liked the feeling. It felt good. She felt strong.

"No, Jack. The corridor to your -other- left." Riddick rolled his eyes as he felt her walk towards the right. Heh she was gonna liven up his dull little life a lot. How long before he got her into his bed, spreading those pretty thighs of hers and begging him to make her his. He shuddered involuntarily in his seat as he thought about it, willing his arousal to dissipate. Wouldn't be good for lil Jack to see a boner on her hero. Or would it be great for her? Man these conflicting thoughts were gonna be a bitch to deal with, and yet he welcomely opened the task.

"Oh..." She bit her lip, man now she really did feel like a complete ditz! Quick, play it off Jack. "I just wanted to make sure your senses were still sharp, dunno if you're going soft with age you know?" she said casually as she headed down the left corridor.

"Thanks for the concern, but I'm fine. You can relax." he snorted, shaking his head and resisting a little smile. God the girl drove him wild. But in such a good way, such a damn good way...

Jack flicked the light on in her new room. It was about the same size as her old one, so it was just fine by her. She opened the built in drawers and began to put her clothes away into them. She paused as she pulled out a lacey bra, blushing as she remembered when she'd bought it. He'd been all over her thoughts that day, and when she had gone shopping for school and saw that bra she knew it was perfect for if he ever... Jack had been such a silly girl, her heads in the clouds. But that didn't stop the fact that even she had to admit, Riddick or not, the bra was hot. She put it away with the rest of her clothes, and shoved her empty duffle bag under the bed, putting her credit card into the side table drawer. Sitting down on the bed, she took a good look around the room.

"Welcome to your New Life, Jack..." she smiled, leaning back and looking up at the ceiling. It was tempting to take a nap and just snooze off for a bit, but she wanted to be with Riddick. Sleep could come later, but now she wanted Riddick, and Riddick alone. She stood and headed back out, sitting in the seat next to him with a happy sigh.

He didn't acknowledge her presence, continuing to look over little charts on the LCD screen and punch things in, trying to ignore the scent of her. That scent was gonna drive him to insanity one day, he just knew it. It took all he had not to grab her close, burry his face in her neck and take in every last little scent she had. Lick her, touch her, possess her. Gods he wanted it bad. So he did what any sane person would do in his situation. He ignored the temptation, lest it get the best of him.

But she didn't seem like she wanted to make it easy for him, as she shifted and turned her head to look over at the quiet male beside her, "Hey Riddick, can I ask you a question?" She fidgeted with the hem of her shirt, and part of him dreaded finding out what it was she wanted to ask him. The other part of him as highly intrigued.

"You just asked me one." He snorted, his voice sending a vibration down Jack's spine.

"Okay smartass, May I ask two more questions?" she rolled her eyes, trying not to smile at the absurdity of his reaction.

He sighed, "Yeah Jack, go ahead." He looked over at her so she knew she had his attention. Though behind his impossibly dark glasses, he was tracing every curve she possessed.

"I was just wondering...When you left New Mecca, where did you...where did you go?"

((Author's Note : Ahhh another one. I'm so tired.))