Eyes Are The Windows
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Category:
M through R › Pitch Black
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
3
Views:
2,172
Reviews:
9
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Pitch Black, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Dance With Me
She moved her body along with the throng of people surrounding her on the dance floor. Moved with the grace of a deadly predator…like she knew how to dance and wasn’t afraid to let any of her partners know it, which was probably why she didn’t dance with anyone - she just did it.
She had a perfect body, the perfect height, and the perfect color of skin. Her hair was short - just grazed her shoulders - her skin was the color of cream and she looked to be at about five foot eight inches... maybe. She wore a pair of skin tight black jeans that hung low on her waist, and a black leather belt with metal studs decorated on it. A tight black Metallica tank top that hugged her curves, it ended right above her pierced navel, and a pair of black combat boots completed her ensemble. The jeans were boot cut, and she had them tucked neatly into the front of her boots.
She had tattoos and piercings on various places on her body…as well as scars. So many scars…but she was beautiful. Riddick didn’t think he had seen anyone as beautiful as she was…or as dangerous. She finally
finished dancing and she moved towards the bar where he was sitting, watching her intently…she felt his gaze on her, heavy like the humid air of the club. She ordered a drink. Water. 'Drinking alcohol when you were sweating so much wasn’t healthy,' Riddick figured as he sipped his beer. 'She didn’t look like a drinker anyway...' his thoughts trailed off as her eyes slowly turned to him. Her eyes were another thing of importance about her, and now that they were in a little more light, he could see the deep violet streaks in her black hair. Her eyes were mismatched - one a deep violet, and the other cerulean blue.
She smiled a bit, and as she licked her lips and moved towards him, despite the fact that he wore his darkly smoked goggles, he could see the glint of a barbell in her tongue. “Dance with me,” she said softly, her voice thick with an accent he couldn’t place. Richard B. Riddick was skilled at many things…but dancing was the one thing he hadn’t tried. Sure, he’d killed people who could, in bars and clubs much like this one. But he hadn’t dared try it, simply because of his size.
Six foot thee inches and two hundred and twenty five pounds of pure muscle and lethal, almost superhuman killing skills, he was the most feared man in the galaxy. And this beauty had asked - no - demanded to have a dance with him. Riddick was never one to turn down the ladies, especially not the beautiful ones. Not this one.
She took his big hands in hers and pulled him slowly through the crowd - it was as if it parted for her. As they made it to the middle, the sea of throbbing, hot bodies closed up, leaving no escape. A morbid thought, but then, Riddick was filled with morbid thoughts.
The girl looked up at him through a few strands of loose hair before she took his hands and put them right on her ass. Riddick’s eyebrows raised and he didn’t hesitate to pull her hard against his crotch. She smirked a bit and her hands snaked up to wrap around his neck, her nails just grazing against his warm skin as she placed a knee between his legs and began to grind up against him, her tongue flicking out once more to moisten her lips. He saw more of her tongue piercing…and…fangs? He shook his head and blinked hard, getting lost in the movement of her hips before he could question the condition of her teeth any further. It was like she was hypnotizing him…and Riddick had no idea how.
They ground their bodies together to the beat of the music for what seemed like hours. All he knew was that the beat was heavy and her body was…delicious. She let him put his hands on her ass, under the back of her shirt onto her lower back. Her skin was so soft…he could feel the raised markings of a tattoo on her lower back; he wondered what it was in the back of his mind, what the tattoo meant to her. He gasped lightly when her knee rose up slightly and grazed against his unhardened crotch…she smiled innocently and moved harder against him. Against his will, he began to get more aroused, her hips moved in a circular motion, brushing against his hard cock at just the right time, and the perfect angles. He bit his bottom lip, a thin layer of sweat forming on his upper lip as he moved with her. Her nails were digging into the back of his neck, but Riddick enjoyed the pain - he liked it when a woman clawed at him, especially during sex.
It was then that she leaned up and kissed him, her tongue slipping its way into his mouth. She tasted like heaven…like the sweetness of caramel. All of a sudden, blood became the dominant flavor in their mouths. The salty-sweetness of it…he heard her chest reverberate with the sound of a groan and he jerked her away. His blood was dripping down her chin and her tongue flicked out and licked it away.
“I know you now, Richard,” she stated simply, smiling at him.
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Riddick jerked awake in bed, the sheets tangled around his legs and sweat was dripping down his bare chest. He rubbed his forehead with the heels of his hands, as if trying to push away the fatigue. He had been having the same dream for the past few days…only tonight had he actually felt the girl, tasted her…'She felt so real…' he thought as he climbed out of his bed and moved into the bathroom.
He didn’t need light to see the blood on his lip. He didn’t need a mirror to feel the welts on the back of his neck from what seemed like nails scratching him. He did, however, need to find out who that woman was…and he needed to find out why he was dreaming about her.
End.
Or is it?
She had a perfect body, the perfect height, and the perfect color of skin. Her hair was short - just grazed her shoulders - her skin was the color of cream and she looked to be at about five foot eight inches... maybe. She wore a pair of skin tight black jeans that hung low on her waist, and a black leather belt with metal studs decorated on it. A tight black Metallica tank top that hugged her curves, it ended right above her pierced navel, and a pair of black combat boots completed her ensemble. The jeans were boot cut, and she had them tucked neatly into the front of her boots.
She had tattoos and piercings on various places on her body…as well as scars. So many scars…but she was beautiful. Riddick didn’t think he had seen anyone as beautiful as she was…or as dangerous. She finally
finished dancing and she moved towards the bar where he was sitting, watching her intently…she felt his gaze on her, heavy like the humid air of the club. She ordered a drink. Water. 'Drinking alcohol when you were sweating so much wasn’t healthy,' Riddick figured as he sipped his beer. 'She didn’t look like a drinker anyway...' his thoughts trailed off as her eyes slowly turned to him. Her eyes were another thing of importance about her, and now that they were in a little more light, he could see the deep violet streaks in her black hair. Her eyes were mismatched - one a deep violet, and the other cerulean blue.
She smiled a bit, and as she licked her lips and moved towards him, despite the fact that he wore his darkly smoked goggles, he could see the glint of a barbell in her tongue. “Dance with me,” she said softly, her voice thick with an accent he couldn’t place. Richard B. Riddick was skilled at many things…but dancing was the one thing he hadn’t tried. Sure, he’d killed people who could, in bars and clubs much like this one. But he hadn’t dared try it, simply because of his size.
Six foot thee inches and two hundred and twenty five pounds of pure muscle and lethal, almost superhuman killing skills, he was the most feared man in the galaxy. And this beauty had asked - no - demanded to have a dance with him. Riddick was never one to turn down the ladies, especially not the beautiful ones. Not this one.
She took his big hands in hers and pulled him slowly through the crowd - it was as if it parted for her. As they made it to the middle, the sea of throbbing, hot bodies closed up, leaving no escape. A morbid thought, but then, Riddick was filled with morbid thoughts.
The girl looked up at him through a few strands of loose hair before she took his hands and put them right on her ass. Riddick’s eyebrows raised and he didn’t hesitate to pull her hard against his crotch. She smirked a bit and her hands snaked up to wrap around his neck, her nails just grazing against his warm skin as she placed a knee between his legs and began to grind up against him, her tongue flicking out once more to moisten her lips. He saw more of her tongue piercing…and…fangs? He shook his head and blinked hard, getting lost in the movement of her hips before he could question the condition of her teeth any further. It was like she was hypnotizing him…and Riddick had no idea how.
They ground their bodies together to the beat of the music for what seemed like hours. All he knew was that the beat was heavy and her body was…delicious. She let him put his hands on her ass, under the back of her shirt onto her lower back. Her skin was so soft…he could feel the raised markings of a tattoo on her lower back; he wondered what it was in the back of his mind, what the tattoo meant to her. He gasped lightly when her knee rose up slightly and grazed against his unhardened crotch…she smiled innocently and moved harder against him. Against his will, he began to get more aroused, her hips moved in a circular motion, brushing against his hard cock at just the right time, and the perfect angles. He bit his bottom lip, a thin layer of sweat forming on his upper lip as he moved with her. Her nails were digging into the back of his neck, but Riddick enjoyed the pain - he liked it when a woman clawed at him, especially during sex.
It was then that she leaned up and kissed him, her tongue slipping its way into his mouth. She tasted like heaven…like the sweetness of caramel. All of a sudden, blood became the dominant flavor in their mouths. The salty-sweetness of it…he heard her chest reverberate with the sound of a groan and he jerked her away. His blood was dripping down her chin and her tongue flicked out and licked it away.
“I know you now, Richard,” she stated simply, smiling at him.
____________________________________________________________
Riddick jerked awake in bed, the sheets tangled around his legs and sweat was dripping down his bare chest. He rubbed his forehead with the heels of his hands, as if trying to push away the fatigue. He had been having the same dream for the past few days…only tonight had he actually felt the girl, tasted her…'She felt so real…' he thought as he climbed out of his bed and moved into the bathroom.
He didn’t need light to see the blood on his lip. He didn’t need a mirror to feel the welts on the back of his neck from what seemed like nails scratching him. He did, however, need to find out who that woman was…and he needed to find out why he was dreaming about her.
End.
Or is it?