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Escape	By : talvari737 Category: M through R > Pitch Black Views: 3631 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: Disclaimer: I do not own Riddick, or any of the characters from the CoR verse, so therefore, I make no profit from this. Just like everyone else, I really, REALLY, wish I did. Or that I could just have Riddick. But I c

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Cierce
She awoke to find herself curled up on the couch, a leather jacket draped over her. She was slightly disoriented; everything had happened so quick that it took her brain a few minutes to remember the events of the past 24 hours. When she finally sat up, she took a shaky breath, then looked around to see that Riddick was nowhere in sight. She wondered if he had found the hidden skiff that was basically attached to the bottom of the ship. If that was the case, he was probably long gone.
She tugged the jacket around her, inhaling the scent of the man that had somehow turned into her savior. The man who was supposed to be a cruel, heartless, bastard. He put up a good front, Riddick did, but underneath it all there was still a human with a beating heart. She heard a noise in the back, suddenly, and her heart was in her throat. She reached automatically for the knife she kept tucked in her boot, but cursed when she remembered that she had dropped it somewhere on the floor after her undeserved assault on Riddick.
Cierce brushed the jacket off of her body, leaving it in a pile on the couch. She slid to the floor and began to feel around for her knife, the lights being too dim for her eyes to see well. She didn�t want to hit the light panel, though she knew exactly where it was, light or no, because if there was a surviving crew member, she didn�t want them to know she was there.
�I see your finally awake,� Came a husky voice from the hall. She froze and looked around, then recognized the voice and sound of boots coming towards her. Suddenly, she felt stupid crouching on the floor like that and she stood back up.
�Yeah,� came her stuttering reply. �How long was I sleeping for?�
�Dunno. Probably something close to six hours, though. You were tired.� Riddick answered, coming closer to her. She heard a snap and jumped. After everything they had been through in the past day and she was still jumpy around him. The lights came on, almost full blast, and she had to blink away the sudden blindness.
She opened her eyes again once they had adjusted to the light to find Riddick leaning casually against the wall, right next to the light panel. He was covered in sweat and blood and there was a slightly astringent smell coming from him. Then she looked around and realized that the ship had been cleaned up, rather nicely, she had to admit.
�Never figured you for a cleaning kind of guy,� She said softly, almost in wonder. He shrugged his big shoulders.
�I like to know where everything is, and I hate the smell of piss. I�ve lived far too long in shit hole slams and other fucked up places. If its my choice, I prefer it to be clean.� He answered in an off-handed way.
�Looks good. Anything else need to get done?� She asked, secretly hoping that there wasn�t. She listened to him ramble off what was already done, and the only things left to do were make some food, gather up any valuables on board, and set their course for the nearest planet. All she really wanted to do was go back to sleep but she couldn�t complain. He had at least managed to get rid of the bodies, clean up the blood and whatever other mess they had caused, along with throwing all of the worthless belongings of the crew into the back room. He had also cleaned up the captains quarters- where there was a very nice bathroom, complete with a large standing shower, to the surprise of both of them- and refitted everything with new sheets and beddings.
�What are you smirking at?� He asked her, her own reflection staring back at her from his goggles. She tried biting back the smirk, but failed.
� Nothin�� But she couldn�t hold it back. She started laughing until tears came to her eyes. After all the mania and mayhem, it was all she could do. �Just the thought� of you� cleaning��
The laughter subsided after a few moments, and she looked up to find him standing in the same spot, shaking his head, with a smirk playing across his own lips. He was looking at her again, she was sure of it, and suddenly she felt warm. She licked her lips and cleared her throat. There was a tension in the air again, and it was almost too much.
�So.. uh� I�ll whip up some food� I�m assuming you�ll take care of the nav-ing. No doubt you have a planet in mind� � She said, wiping the remaining tears from her laughing fit away. No, she amended her earlier though, all I want to do is shower, get into some actual clothes, and THEN sleep. She turned around and went to the tiny kitchen to punch in the info to the computer. She tried to rack her brain for one of the meals that didn�t taste like complete asshole and finally settled on stew. She turned around to find that Riddick had already disappeared into the cockpit.
When the buzzer rang a few minutes later, she set the table up the best she could and sat. It wasn�t long before Riddick came back out and sat across from her. She started to eat, but was stopped when she saw how quickly Riddick was wolfing down his food. Then she remembered with a cringe that they hadn�t exactly fed him all that well. She watched him snag seconds before she remembered she had to eat, too. She looked down at the thick stew and poked at a large, charred chunk of beef. She pushed the bowl away, having only eaten half of it, deciding suddenly that she really wasn�t hungry.
�Done?� Riddick asked casually. She nodded, feeling queasy.
�Yeah, go ahead. I�m going to go shower,� She answered. Without another word, she bounded off to the bathroom and emptied the contents of her stomach. The stew had reminded her too much of Jameson�s bowels as they had spilled over the ships floor. After a few minutes of praying to the porcelain gods, she rinsed out her mouth and went back to her room briefly to grab a few things.
Hot steam rose almost immediately from the shower as she turned it on and set the temp to a toasty one-hundred-and-five degrees. She stripped down her clothes and stepped in, hissing loudly as the water hit her bare skin. She stood under the hot water for a long while, unbidden tears coming to her eyes. She hated that she was so weak, and she hated that she looked so weak in front of him. But everything was such a mess. Her eyes closed, she leaned against the shower wall and sighed. She was thankful for the automatic water filtration system on the ship. It meant that she would never run out of hot water and she felt like she could stand her forever, washing away all the shit that coated her life.
The lights dimmed and the water cooled a few degrees and she opened her eyes, wondering why. It wasn�t long before she got her answer. Riddick, completely naked, stepped into the shower behind her. He didn�t say anything, just stepped forward and reached an arm around her. She stiffened as she was pulled into his chest, but she didn�t complain. His free hand brushed aside the hair covering her back and neck, and he planed soft kisses down her neck. That same free hand traced down her back, not wavering even when it hit the several dozen criss-crossed scars that marred her back. She could cover them so efficiently with any clothing she was given, but it still came as a surprise to her that he hadn�t seen them.
She shivered as he leaned her forward and began to lick and kiss each scar, tracing himself lower and lower. Her legs were quivering in anticipation by the time he turned her around. She looked down at him, and she was mesmerized by how the water trickled off his chiseled form. How his muscles bunched and coiled, reminding her so much like a wild animal, about to pounce. He was kneeling when he looked back up at her, goggles gone now, his silvery gaze piercing her. He licked his lips and she swallowed hard, her heart racing in her chest.

Riddick
He hadn�t planned on this. He was going to leave her alone. But he had heard her crying, and he couldn�t let her just sit in the shower until she was a shriveled prune, letting herself be consumed by guilt. So he had come in here, meaning only to comfort her. But once he saw her naked, her body so perfect, he had to touch her. Had to have her.
The scars had come as a surprise to him as she had hid them so very well. It enraged the beast inside of him, and the only way to quell it was to touch her, taste her. So here he was, crouched in front of her, looking up at her neatly shaved pussy, her flat abs, her pert breasts, the dip of her collar bone, the curve of her neck, that sweet, beautiful face with those engaging blue eyes�
Her pulse was already racing and he hadn�t even touched her intimately yet. He licked his lips again and moved forward, watching her the whole while. His lips made contact with her thighs and he kissed, licked, and nipped at them, making his way to her clit. He circled around it with his tongue before slowly beginning to lap at it with the flat of his tongue. He made long, sweeping strokes across it and as she began to twist and moan with pleasure, he sped up. Her legs were becoming unstable, so he grabbed her with one hand to steady her, and brought his other hand up to her now soaked pussy.
Without much effort, he slid a finger into her, twisting it gently this way and that while he licked, lapped, and sucked at her clit, until he found the spot that made her moan the most. When she cried out, 'more, faster', he slid a second finger into her and began to pump it in and out, mimicking what he so wanted to do to her now with his cock. He was so hard it hurt. He was aching to fill her, to fuck her, to ravage her, but he would wait. He wanted this first, to taste her delectable juices on his tongue.
�Uhhhhn� uhhhhn� ohhh, Riddick, yes, there�� She called out. Her sweet nectar spilled over his fingers and he suckled at it greedily as she came. Her pussy clenched so deliciously around his fingers that he couldn�t wait. As her legs buckled, he hoisted her in the air, encouraging her to wrap her legs around his waist.

A/N: Hehehe� More to come. I know, I could have easily written more, but I figured I�d leave some yummy-ness for the next chapter. Please feel free to email me with ideas, or with stuff you want to happen.
Also�It would be greatly appreciated if you would review and vote! Thanks!
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