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

Happy Birthday Jack! Part II

She went to sit but stopped. "You want my backside or should I face front?"

"Neither." Smiling, he grabbed her hand and pulled her down to sit between his outstretched legs, partially facing him. Jack was looking at him in wonderment until it finally started to grate at him.

"What?"

"You."

"What'd I do now?"

"Something unexpected. You, Mr. Slick Shit killer, can be romantic."

"Romantic? I don't do flowers, candy, and shit and you know it."

"Those are romantic....tokens. Actions can be just as romantic. You're replaying my birthday from last year."

"So? It was a great night. I was fucking this one up, so I thought remindin' you of last year would help make up for this one."

"And that's romantic."

"Jack-." She put her hand on his mouth to stop him.

"Listen to me. When a man or a woman brings something back from the past to remind the other of a special time, that's romantic. You know how I felt about last year and having a piece of it back does mean alot to me for quite a few reasons."

"I did something romantic and didn't know it?" He looked entirely uncomfortable with the notion.

"Looks that way. You're a natural."

"Hell, only thing I'm natural at is killing and this." His hand went to the back of her head then his lips were on hers delivering a slow, seducing kiss that ended far too soon.

She opened her eyes slowly. "Can't argue about you being a natural born killer. The other needs a little work though."

"Jack!" He tweaked her ribs until he got a good shriek out of her and stopped.

"Okay! You're a natural at both!"

"Damn right! Now eat somethin'. I'm tired of hearing your stomach growlin'."

"It isn't polite to point out a woman's stomach is making noises." She popped a grape in her mouth.

"Being polite ain't high on my list."

"Then it's a good thing I can overlook it." She chose a strawberry, dipped it in whipped cream and brought it to his mouth, but he grabbed her wrist.

"You're not sticking my nose in it this time, princess."

"I'm hurt," her voice had taken on a serious tone, "You are far too suspicious, my lord. I only wish to be a dutiful subject, trying to please, and see to your every need."

She plucked the strawberry out of her trapped hand, licked off the whipped cream, and ate it herself.

"Dutiful subject, my ass. Since when have you ever been obedient or submissive?"

"A shiv at my throat sure as hell worked wonders."

He scowled at her. "I told you I didn't plan that."

"I'm well aware of it -."

"Then what's your point?"

Riddick was annoyed and she knew it, but she wanted to make things very clear with him. "My point is that putting a gag on me would have worked just as well. You would have gotten me to shut up and I wouldn't have had a choice but to listen to you."

"Didn't exactly have one tucked in my back pocket. If it makes you feel any better, I didn't like doin' it."

"A little better. Just don't try that shit on me again unless you're doing one of two things."

Riddick rolled his eyes. "This should be good."

"They are good. Either I've been tied up and you're cutting me loose or you're trying to get me out of my clothes the fast way. Those are the only two reasons."

He picked up a huge strawberry and dipped it in whipped cream then brought it to her. "Bite." She watched him warily as she took a bite of it. He watched her as she slowly chewed and swallowed it. "Nice."

"What's nice?"

"Silence. You don't talk with your mouth full." Jack gave him a sour look then popped him in the stomach with the back of her hand. "Ow!" He covered the red mark quickly with his hand but couldn't keep from laughing.

"The least you can do, when you pretend that I hurt you, is to make it look convincing."

"Don't make such a pitiful effort and I won't have to pretend."

"Don't tempt me. I play dirty."

"Not like you could do me any damage not playin' dirty."

"You're impossible!"

He grinned. "Impossibly good-." She put her hand over his mouth to stop him from saying anything further and he nipped it. "What's wrong, princess? You can dish it out but can't take it?" She didn't say anything, then he laughed as he realized he had assumed correctly. "Well fuck me! I'm right."

"The hell you are. You're just in rare form tonight and unusually sadistic." She hated being read so easily and pulled herself up to sit on the sofa, legs and arms crossed. He got up on his knees and knelt before her, grinning, running his hands up her thighs and under her towel before she popped him.

This is just too sweet. "Admit it, Princess." He got her to part her legs by tickling her and moved himself in between them. "You can't take it when someone gets the better of you."

She clenched her jaw as she pushed against his chest to keep him at bay. "I can take it."

He grabbed her hands and laced his finger between hers. "Not if you can't get in the last word."

He was goading her and she was growing irritated. "I've had a fucked up day and you should be kissing my ass because of it." Letting her hands go he delved back under her towel to grab her ass and she jumped.

"This ass?"

"Yes, that ass!" She wiggled further back into the sofa to escape, but only succeeded in making the towel ride higher up on her legs.

"If I gotta kiss it, you have to be closer than that." Wrapping his arms around her lower back he pulled her across the cushion until her legs firmly sandwiched his hips. She kept her hands against his chest, just to keep some semblance of space between them.

"You're infuriating! It's my birthday. I would think," she poked his chest for emphasis, "showering me with attention would be your priority!"

"Poor Jack." He cocked his head to the side and grasped her hands again. "What's the matter baby? Birthday girl not gettin' enough attention?"

He had just spoken to her like an adult would an infant. Hearing him, of all people, talk like that rendered her momentarily speechless. She stared at him, then felt her eyes watering as she tried to hold back the laughter. Closing her eyes she took in a deep breath and when she opened them, she was greeted with his cocky grin. He knew he had gotten to her and she rolled her eyes, now only mildly annoyed.

"God! Why do you do this?"

"This?"

"Yes this! Provoking me until I want to belt your ass into next week."

"Maybe I like rattlin' your cage," the volume of his voice lowered as he spoke, "backing you up in a corner, just to see what you'll do."

Jack eyed him with interest. "Like an animal?"

His grip around her waist loosened. "You are my hellcat."

She propped her arms on his shoulders and lightly ran her nails over his head. "Hellcat has claws you know."

"Not a cat without 'em."

"Sharp teeth, too."

He ran his thumb over her bottom lip. "She bites?"

He noticed a small, upturned, curve at the corners of her mouth as she brought her face closer to his. "Most definitely."

"When?"

"Whenever the mood strikes, but mostly when she doesn't get what she wants."

"Does she purr?" His lips had been against her neck when he asked, sending a chill down her spine. One sensitive spot deserves another so she let her fingers glide over the sides of his head, then lightly rubbed the skin at the base of his skull, pleased when his grip on her waist tightened again in reaction.

"Does she purr?" She cupped his face in her hands, slowly smiling. "If you stroke her just the right way she will."

"Jack," her name came out like a rumbling purr, "that's my kind of animal."

The first time he touched her tonight, he felt a deep, feral-like lust growing but reined it in more than once. And now? Now it was clawing at him and he didn't plan on controlling it any longer.

With a tug, her towel was now off and following his lead, she rid him of his. Grabbing her hips, he pulled her roughly to him, running his hands up and pressing against her back to close what little space was left between them. Looking at her, there was a hint of mischief in her smile. Her hands made a trail down his lower back to his ass, which she firmly gripped, then she rolled her hips against his hardened length that was pressed tightly between their bodies.

Carnal hunger was the only thing she saw reflected in his eyes before he growled her name and crushed his mouth to hers, dominating as he took possession. She whimpered impatiently, while wrapping her legs around his hips, telling him she needed more. Her nails bit into his lower back for emphasis.

With a fistful of hair in his hand he slowly pulled her away from the kiss and exposed her neck to his mouth. From her shoulder to her chin he nipped, tugged, licked, and scraped her skin, changing his method with each pleasured sound he pulled from her. He took her mouth again, but she was tired of waiting and bit his lower lip, drawing blood. He jerked his head up and saw her lick his blood from her lip, then ran his tongue over the cut, tasting it himself and smiled.

He nipped her neck again, this time pulling a mixed cry of pain and pleasure from her.

"Wasn't nice, Jack."

She tried to kiss him again and he pulled his face back. A devilish look in his eyes, he held her hips tightly as he pulled his body away from hers, just enough to poise himself at her entrance, then thrust deeply inside her. Groaning lustfully, she held still for a moment, savoring the feel of him inside her before she spoke.

"I never promised to be nice. You wouldn't know what the hell to do with a nice girl anyway." He had yet to budge so she pulled her hips back to move herself, but he held her in place preventing all movement.

"You're right. I'd never be able to torment you like this if you were." Holding tightly he ground himself into her, making her moan softly. She tried again to move to no avail, her frustration mounting by the second. Sensing this, he scooped his arms under hers, held onto her shoulders from the back, and began to slowly move.

Her frustration quickly dissolved into far sweeter sensations and she rocked against him, but wasn't content for long. "Too slow."