Author's note: Riddick's thoughts are italicized/separated since this is Lysia's narrative.

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Chapter 9

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Riddick picks up a machete and starts sharpening it. I can feel the tension leaking from him, and it's more than sexual. He feels uncomfortable and awkward. I can tell just by looking at him. But why? He's a huge guy, twice as big as I am. Of course I could probably kick his butt with extreme effort, but he doesn't know that.

"I'm Lysia," I offer. He stops sharpening and focuses his gaze on me. His jaw clenches, his nostrils flare, his eyes dilate. He looks down quickly and goes back to his machete.

"So...Lysia..." he says, lingering over my name. "What brings you to this metal city?" The sparks from his sharpening flicker over his face, illuminating his eyes every few seconds. Mesmerizing.

"I think the more important question is how you knew where my things were. Care to answer that, Mr. Riddick?"

He looks up for a few seconds, and then keeps working. "Not particularly."

"How about how you found me?" I wait for him to answer.

He sighs and scrapes more. "I followed your scent."

I raise my eyebrows in surprise. My scent? Only the best trackers can do that. I look around and estimate that we're in the basement of an abandoned building. I hear drips coming from the ceiling, wind blowing through cracked windows and occasional heavy noises like something is falling. I suddenly feel cold and vulnerable, something I'm not used to feeling.

"You're safe here. No need to worry." He blows on the machete to clean off the metal flecks.

"What are you a mind reader?" I say while folding my arms around myself for warmth.

"No, I just pay attention to my surroundings." Scrape. Flash.

Good. Then he doesn't know how many times I've thought about his cock in the last five minutes.

"Any chance you have my bag of clothes?" My current garments are wet, and not helping the situation. Especially since my headlights are showing.

He points with his weapon to my bag. I get up and search through it for something warm to wear. I feel his eyes on me in passive observance. And yet it's more. He's not intrigued by me, like someone is when they first meet you. They don't know your behavior, can't anticipate your movements or responses like a close friend would. And yet this man, this Riddick, is acting like he has already met me and knows more about me than anyone else. He knew that I would want to keep the kitten, but offered his opinion anyway just to assert his voice. I peek a glance at him before I get up, clutching a pair of sweatpants and a warm sweater.

"So….you just gonna sit there and observe while I strip down to my skin and change?"

He keeps scraping (even though I'm pretty sure that thing is sharp enough, unless he's planning to like chop down a tree in one go or something) and doesn't answer. My gaze goes lower, just for a peek. OH MY GOD HIS PANTS JUST TWITCHED! Geez, how long has it been since this guy got layed? Desperate much?

Hope he's not a virgin….

"Alright, fine. If you so choose to see my unsightly curves and hairy ass, have it your way." I turn and roughly take off my top, leaving me naked from the waist up. Damn man doesn't have the decency to-

A warm as hell hand slides onto my side, just below the ribs, on the sensitive part. My gasp is too loud for my taste, but hey, I've never been touched by a man before. Anywhere.

"I don't see anything that warrants me turning the other way," he says in that oh-so-sexy voice filled with arousal.

I have to swallow a few times before I find my voice again. "Didn't your mother ever tell you it's impolite to touch a woman without asking?" There. That'll make him go away.

His tone changes. "I never met my mother. I was found in a trashcan shortly after birth when Necromancers were destroying my home world. After that, I was raised in prison holds on various planets. And no. They never told me it was impolite to touch a woman." His hand moves up an inch, just to tease me with his dangerous nature. Good thing I'm just as dangerous.

I pity him a little. "I'm sorry. I never met my parents either. My mother died having me, and Necromancers killed my father a few months later." My mind reminds me that I'm having a serious conversation with my boobs showing and a man's hand on my ribs. "Would you please leave so I can finish changing?"

He leaves. Damn it.

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R.B.R.

I never knew my cock could be this hard. It's seriously causing me physical pain right about now with Lysia's smell surrounding my head. All of my self-control is barely enough to make me leave the room while Lysia is topless, so I have to think of something to do that will keep me away until she wants me back because if I don't, I'm storming back in that room and grabbing those beautiful tits. I busy myself checking the parameter of my building to make sure that the asshole hasn't followed us.

He hasn't.

Doesn't take people too long to learn the lessons I dish out. (AN: That's such a "go me" moment, but he's not Lysia so I couldn't put it :(

Lysia. An interesting name for such a person. Very feminine and delicate. Two words I would never put with her.

I hear that damn kitten crying and move over to spy on Lysia. She reaches a finger into the box, speaking softly to try to calm the fur ball and is rewarded with a scratched finger. She doesn't acknowledge the pain and sets the box down with a hurt expression. Why doesn't the cat like her either? Is she a hunter like me?

"You can come out of the shadows now, Mr. Riddick," she says while rolling onto her hips and lifting her knees up to her chest.

MISTER Riddick? Who the hell does she think I am? Some stiff-shirt pompous asshole that only cares about petty formalities? No thank you!

Sounds more like that collector guy who died on the cursed planet….

I walk past her, kicking her dirty clothes out of my way and onto her face.

"Don't leave your shit lying around. You need to keep everything packed in case we have to leave quickly." I lift myself up onto a large cement brick and sit on it.

Her eyes narrow. She gets up with her dirty clothes in her hand and while looking straight at me, drops them back on the ground. God, she's so sexy when she's pissed off.

"If you keep on lecturing me about safety, you'll wake up one morning and find that you no longer have toes." She crosses her arms on her breasts, giving me a hint of their shape beneath her sweatshirt. "I've been on the run for five years now, Mr. Riddick. I know every trick there is to live undetected and to keep myself from being found."

"Are you trying to impress me?" My voice is still husky with arousal.

She scoffs. "I don't try to impress anyone, leastways you." She looks around, her nostrils flaring in concentration. She uses her senses as much as me, which is more than humans do. "Where's the food?" she asks, looking at me like I'm hoarding it all.

"I'm not your nanny, girl. You want food, then get it yourself." This girl is really starting to piss me off. I just saved her life. She should be on her knees thanking me. (AN: Heh, on her knees….)

Her nose twitches a few times. I suddenly tense when I feel her energy change. She picks up her bag of clothes and the box with the kitten and starts stomping towards the exit. I jump down and catch her.

"Where do you think you're going?" I have her elbow in a tight grasp, which she manages to break from.

"Look, you're making it pretty clear that you don't owe me anything and refuse to cooperate like partners in hiding. I'll remove myself since I OFFEND you so much."

Before I can think to myself, 'Riddick, you probably shouldn't do this,' I grab her neck in a choke grip. With the other hand, I take the bag and box and drop them on the floor. The box meows in protest.

Lysia's hands come up and take hold of my hand, trying to break my hold on her neck. She gasps a few times as I turn her and back her up against a wall. I can't control myself now. I have to taste her. I have to know every inch of her body. I move my hand to cup the back of her neck and the other hand locks her waist to mine. All I can see are her shining green eyes and her perfect pink lips.

Mine. She's mine.

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