Whoa?! What was happening here? Riddick was kissing her, holding her close, and he just said he WANTED her...!
Waiter! Waiter! Reality Check, PLEASE.
She was at a loss for words...all she could think about were Riddick's full lips pressed shamelessly against hers.
Hesitantly she began to kiss back, still feeling pretty damn akward.
She had dreamed of this forever, and now that the moment was here, she felt like she was going to vomit. Surely she was dreaming.
Oh! It was so clear now! Instead of knocking the gun from her hand, she had really killed herself, and this was a big dream...
...but it was a really good dream, so she decided to play along.
Riddick smirked against her lips.
Hard to figure, here he was kissing his innocent lil Jack.
Now, if you would have told Riddick 5 years ago, that he'd be on a bed, making out with Jack...well...he'd probably have to shiv you...right after he finished laughing in your face.
He slid his huge paws for hands down her back, gripping her firm ass in a strong hold.
She squirmed ontop of him, just making him even more aroused.
Jack's eyes widened, as she felt something against her crotch.
She quickly pulled away, "Riddick!"
Riddick just began to chuckle at her expression.
God did that innocent look make him hot.
He rolled her over, laying ontop of her. He yanked his goggles off as he looked down at her.
He saw the traces of fear in her eyes, but he could smell the arousal rising from her inner thighs.
Running a rough thumb over her chest showed that she was aroused in more then one way.
Jack's breathing increased, closing her eyes a bit as he toyed with her...but she didn't care...he could toy with her as much as he wanted...
Riddick looked down at her, "Jack..." He said her name huskily, "Look at me..."
She opened her eyes, looking up at him.
"How do you feel?"
"...I...I've got a headache b-"
"No, not mentally...emotionally, towards me..."
She swallowed, "O-...Oh..."
What way could she put this without embarassing herself? There was NO way to say what she felt easily, especially to Riddick...
"I think...I think I love you Riddick...God knows I missed you so damn bad, it hurt....I do love you Riddick, All those years of getting inside your head to see what you were thinking, without being around you....wasn't enough...I need more then just thoughts...Guesstimations....I need you...I want you..." She pushed her head up to kiss him again.
He smirked, kissing her back. So he really had little Jack wrapped around his pinky, eh?
Hopefully he could get her wrapped around more then just his pinky...
"What would you say, If I said I loved you too..." he looked down at her.
"I'd say..." She bit her bottom lip, "...I'd say that you need to stop inhaling gas fumes, it's making you fucked up in the head." she whispered.
He had to chuckle at that. Little Jack. Always the wise-ass.
He didn't return her conversation though, sliding his hand down under her back, and slipping it up under her shirt, releasing the bra's hooks.
"Well, as fucked up as I am, I got feelings for you, kid."
Riddick could feel her heart beat intense even more, and he smirked at what he could do to her with just words...made him wonder if she'd have a heart attack if he used his tongue...Well, that was a risk he'd just...have to take.
"Really?" She asked, looking up at him, nervous to hear his answer.
"Yeah, why not." He smirked, before kissing her once more, as he let his hands wander...
Jack could only moan, as her face flushed with the sexual attention she wasn't used to.
Well damn...Who would have thought...here she was, pinned under a mass-murderer, the most wanted man in the universe, and lovin' it....
(Sorry, Can't bring myself to dwelve deeper in details just yet. What If I'm a bad screwer, and it's terrible, and you all make fun of me? ;; )