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

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To all those people who keep bitching about having to wait for Riddick and Lysia to fuck: Your bitching is not helping my creative atmosphere. I have stopped writing stories in the past from too many people bitching at me. Get a clue, seriously. It's irritating. I'll write that part when I want to and not before. As Lysia would say, "Keep quiet or you'll lose a finger." And as I've told my readers before, "If you don't like it, keep it to yourself and leave me alone! No one is making you read it!"

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Chapter 11

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It's hard to sleep with the knowledge Riddick just told me about my uncle. Not to mention it's hard to sleep with this much beef next to me, aka. Riddick. Somehow I end up nodding off and as I suspected, I start dreaming about Riddick and me together. In a bed. Having sex. And having a damn good time doing it.

I feel his penis inside me, filling me in a way that feels so delicious, I wonder if I'm really dreaming or if it's actually happening to me. My fingers rest on his arms, gripping them slowly, feeling their strength under the smooth skin. God, smooth skin is so hot.

He starts moving inside me and I feel myself already close to my release. I grab onto his shoulders and make small noises of pleasure. I feel so warm and so sexy. This isn't me. I always feel cold inside and I never feel beautiful.

With Riddick, I would feel those things.

I start crying a little as Riddick keeps thrusting. The two things I long to feel and can never have. I'm so tired of living a half-life. I never get the things that I want. I'm tired of thinking how unfair it all is. I'm tired of complaining.

Riddick's lips move against my hair. "Let it go, Lysia. Be free of your fears."

His voice brings me over the edge and I gasp, waking myself up. I feel my orgasm fading away as I look for Riddick.

He's gone.

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R.B.R.

Lysia took the news well about her uncle. I can tell she never cared much for him, but he was her only family and that in itself is painful to hear.

She drifts off to sleep and within minutes, her smell erupts in desire. Instant hardening in my pants. Jesus Christ, she does that a lot. I can tell the nature of her dream from the noises she's making and the way her toes are curling. Wonder if she's dreaming about me?

I can't help myself now. My dick has been without relief for too long and she just smells too damn good. I move over to sit next to her, where her scent is the strongest, and pull myself out of my pants. I start fisting myself, slowly, just taking in her body and breathing in her scent. Fuck it feels so good. I'm already too close to draw it out. That's what she does to me. She makes me as sensitive as a teenager.

She gasps loudly, making me groan and squirt into my palm. My hips twitch, lifting me off the floor a few times. I bite my lip to keep from moaning loudly as my body calms down and I clean myself.

I look back at her face and there's tears running down her cheeks. I cup her head and wipe them away. Why is she so upset? I bring my lips to her forehead and kiss it gently. Her scent explodes and she moans in pleasure. Holy shit she just came in her sleep. That's fucking HOT!

I hear movement outside the building and run out to see what it is. My eyes see the purple heat in the darkness. Scouts. Fuck. That loser didn't learn. Lysia is my woman. Any other man would've given up after one of my ass-kickings.

Does he know something I don't?

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I change into comfortable pj pants and a sports bra. If I have nice abs, I might as well show them off. I've already heated up one of the crappy army meals when Riddick comes back. He rips off his tank top and faces away from me while resting his clasped hands on the back of his neck.

I lift a spoon of mush, I mean refried beans, to my mouth. "There's food if you want it, Mr. Riddick."

He grunts. "Call me Riddick, girl, or call me Death."

I roll my eyes. He thinks he's so bad. I could take him.

Maybe.

Khio starts meowing, so I slowly open the box to check on him. He's so cold and tired that he doesn't care when I put my hand on him and lift him out of the box. His meows are faint and sickly. Damn it.

"Told you to get rid of that thing," Riddick says in a 'we're fucked because you didn't listen' voice.

"I didn't ask your opinion, Riddick." I get up and stuff the kitten in my bra between by boobs so he can get warm. I throw on a jacket, straps my knives onto my waist and start to leave the basement. Riddick flies to the exit and stops me.

"Where do you think you're going?" he demands.

"There should be a pet doctor here. I'm going to find him and get Khio better." I point to the kitten, showing how sick he is and emphasizing my boobs to Riddick so he'll let me do what I want.

"You…..named it…" He growls low in his throat and goes to get his jacket. The sound pulls at my control and I have to pet Khio to keep myself off of Riddick. Does he realize how irresistible he is? And animalistic noises aren't helping.

"Come on. Let's fix the little troublemaker," he says in a grumpy voice.

I laugh to myself and follow him into the night. He stays a few feet in front of me, clearly pissed off, but he doesn't falter in following scents to find the doctor. I can tell that's what he's doing because whenever I smell animals, he turns towards the scent.

We eventually find a group of medical buildings. I translate the signs and start walking towards the one that says, 'Mammal Care.'

Riddick grabs my arm, almost in a painful grip, and pulls me back.

"What the fuck are you doing, girl?" he asks, as if I just walked towards a building full of gang bosses.

"Walking," I answer as if it should be completely obvious to him.

He gives me a 'go to hell' look and scouts the building for enemies. Like I wouldn't have smelled if there was any weapons or hitmen nearby. I wait for him to finish and give him a sarcastic face.

"Finished? Can I go inside without getting killed? Or is the doctor a known mercenary?" I'm half pissed and half amused as hell.

He tries the door and discovering it locked, kicks it down. Show off.

"Ladies first," he says just as sarcastic. I walk into the building, flipping him off as I pass him.

The building is of course, dark and empty. Riddick finds the quarters of the doctor and kicks down more doors. Okay, now he's just being rude.

He flips on the light in the bedroom. "Wake up, doc. We have a patient for you."

The doctor, an old man, lifts his night capped head up and sees us. When he starts flipping out, I realize what he's seeing. A huge muscled man and a bad ass woman with knives strapped to her. Not exactly the average tea party attendees.

The doctor puts his glasses on while backing into a corner of the room. "What is the meaning of-" Riddick cuts him off by grabbing his nightgown and lifting him two feet in the air.

"You look at the kitten, you tell us what's wrong, you give us medicine, and then you never speak a word about us to anyone. Got it?" The doctor practically nods his head off at Riddick, making me have to stop from laughing. Riddick drags him by the arm to one of the exam rooms.

Riddick stands next to me with his huge arms crossed over his chest, surveying the doctor like he'll slice him in two if he does something wrong. The doctor works fast (who wouldn't) and fixes Khio's leg, gives him a shot and gives me kitten formula with a bottle.

Riddick ushers me back out as soon as the doctor's done. Geez. Overreaction much? I don't protest and follow silently until we get back to our hideout. Khio, who slept the whole way, gets put back in his box and I pick my dinner back up and start eating again. Riddick sits down near me and starts eating some jerky he had in his bag.

Why is he throwing such a fit about Khio? It's not like getting rid of the kitten would lower our chances of being found, if people were actually after us.

"Your boyfriend isn't giving up that easy, girl. He's trying to find us. That cat will compromise your safety."

"That's so noble of you to care, Riddick." Sarcasm. "If it hasn't escaped your notice, I can take care of myself." I motion to my knives and guns.

"Just because you're a walking arsenal doesn't mean you know how to defend yourself."

I get up. "God, you're a dick." I stop on my way to get a pillow and realize why Riddick is so pissed at me.

He cares.

I look over at him and repeat the thought in my mind. He cares. He cares for me. He cares about me. I walk over to him, bend down, and give him a neck hug.

"I'm sorry I'm scaring you, Riddick," I whisper.

He hugs me back and then tells me the best thing I've ever heard.

"You have five seconds to get to the other side of the room before I rip your clothes off and make love to you."

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