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

Two Parts Become Whole

"Come 'ere," he growled, "we're movin' back into the cottage, but not until I get a taste of you."

However, Riddick knew the moment the word 'taste' came out of his mouth that he was already walking on thin ice. Fully reacquainting himself with her until he passed out was tempting him to forget about exerting any form of self-control. God he had missed her - the sweet taste of her skin, her unique scent, delectable lips, and finally those green eyes that could see into his soul. Hell, and that was only from the neck up. Never mind the rest of her body. Pregnancy without question had not hurt his desire for her. In his eyes, she was absolutely beautiful swollen with his child. He could definitely get lost in her and not mind one bit, and that was only the packaging

When their mouths finally met, the kiss started out slow and tender, but soon soft lips and subtle caresses weren't enough for either of them. Both of his hands sank deeper into her hair and he tilted her head back to gain access to her neck, which he kissed and nipped from ear to shoulder then back up the other side. All the while her soft moans and the way she shuddered in his arms made it painfully difficult to remember that her mother was in the house and most likely aware that keeping his hands off Jack had been literally asking the impossible.

Reaching her mouth again, their second kiss was feverish as tongues clashed, tangled, and teeth tugged on lips as their mouths mated. Jack hands pressed into the muscles of his back as they worked their way down, and when they dipped under the elastic of his boxers he stopped cold. With a low growl he forced himself to cease before things got too carried away, even though his body was screaming in protest.

"We can't do this in the house. Your mother will have our asses." Jack soon nodded, although reluctantly, in agreement.

The kiss left them both breathing heavily and wanting, truthfully aching for more. He relaxed his fingers and realized they had been tightly fisted in her hair even though he didn't recall doing so. Looking at her neck he saw a trail of red marks, a few of which where the skin had been slightly broken.

He didn't remember being so aggressive, but it didn't take much for him to figure out why. It wasn't only their separation that was causing it. Carolyn played a role as well. She had possessed him and easily so, playing on both his sense of indebtedness and the attraction he once had for her. Had Jack not intervened, he would have followed Carolyn and taken everyone on board with him.

Make no mistake, Carolyn had drawn on some power from the Underverse to lure him. He understood and accepted it. However, he also believed himself to be at fault. There was a door with Carolyn's name on it that never quite closed and his weakness allowed her access. He provided her with the opportunity to cut himself off from Jack, and she and his daughter could have died as a result.

On some level he felt he'd betrayed her, and now there was a subconscious need to re-establish their bond. He wasn't about to do so verbally either. Not that this could be resolved like that anyway. He had to show her and make her feel it, and the tears streaming down her cheeks were testimony that she had.

"Did I hu-?"

Jack placed a finger over his lips as she shook her head. "No, I expected you to be like this."

His behavior may have been what she anticipated, but her response wasn't. "Why?"

He wondered to himself if she had figured things out. Even if she hadn't, he knew she would ask eventually since they had agreed not to discuss it until he returned. Jack caressed the side of his face to help ease her anxiety over where the conversation was already heading.

"It's partially because we've been apart."

He couldn't meet her gaze, choosing instead to focus on an errant hair of hers. "And the other part?"