A Kid Like Her (A Riddick - Jack Romance/Adventure Story)

Breaking One-Night Stand Rules

A creature of habit, at almost six-thirty in the morning and still quite dark outside, Kyra started to stir. This in spite of the lack of sleep. She'd been wrapped in his arms, spooned up against him and couldn't recall the last time she'd felt this content, slept this well, and-. No. She couldn't do this - wouldn't. Wouldn't allow herself to make this into something it wasn't or give herself hope that something more could come out of this one-night stand. This sinfully incredible, single-most mind-blowing night of her adult life. Sure, he had asked her to stay - told her to stay, but she knew she had to get up and leave, even as tempted as she was to stick around. Had the roles been reversed, he probably would've left her place already.

It's a one night stand Kyra. Love it and leave before he wakes up.

Problem was, she really, really did not want to leave. Although inexperienced with one-night stands, hell with sex in general, her night with Ragin turned out to be more than just about fulfilling lust. That's why she was curious about what he might say if he found her there.

"Stay," a little voice in the the depth of her heart was telling her.

Don't be a fucking idiot! You'll set yourself up for a rude awakening. I just need to take this for what it was...a night of deliciously sinful sex and savor that alone.

Begrudgingly, she eased her way out of bed and went to the bathroom to clean up a bit before sneaking out. She cringed seeing herself. Her hair was in complete disarray and with his sparse amount of hair, the kind of brush he had wouldn't do her a bit of good. At least it was still dark outside. She searched and found a hotel comb and did the best she could with it, then found some tooth floss to tie her hair up. Further raiding his stash, she found some hotel toothpaste that he hadn't opened and used that as mouthwash.

Now for clothes. She picked up her corset and pants, both of which were still very damp. Wearing them home wet? Not happening. She found another one of his shirts instead and put it on, then grabbed his boxers as well. She felt really guilty for taking his clothes, but had little choice. I'll leave a note and send them back this afternoon after I wash them.

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Riddick snapped awake the second the soft warmth curled up against him pulled away, barely restraining the urge to tighten his arm around her. Sleeping with her all night like that had been a first for him. Sure, there had been times he snoozed with a woman, but each on their own sides of the bed and never cuddling together. Intimacy just wasn't his thing.

Fuck, snooze, fuck, snooze, leave or tell her to go.

That had been the general routine - until last night. Until Kyra, Jack had been the last female he had actually slept like that with. Hell, not like that! Completely innocent, but there was a certain closeness that went beyond physical proximity that he'd always had with Jack, and last night he'd found that again with Kyra. Now that he thought about it, it was something he'd greatly missed from their relationship. The bed dipped and he cracked his his eyes open, getting an eyeful of a delectably beautiful, naked backside.

Kyra.

Riddick felt his body responding to her immediately. Should have never opened my eyes. Let her go. She knows what she's doin'.

She went to the living room, found a plastic bag, and put her clothes in it. Then she scrawled him a note about returning his clothes before heading for the door. She quietly opened it, then felt some resistance as if something was blocking her from pulling it open the rest of the way. Suddenly, it pushed shut from behind her, scaring her half to death. She whipped around and there he was, looming over her, with his hand resting against the door well above her head.