The Journey

The silence was peaceful, until she heard heavy footsteps behind her.

“What?” She was still upset, and angry with him, but she opted to not act on those feelings. “What do you want?”

“She’s going to live.”

“And I am supposed to care why?” She didn’t even turn to look at him, she didn’t think she could, at least without wanting to strangle him, that or, well that was a thought best not finished.

“Thought you’d want to know. Why were you in my room?”

“Dreams..”

“No, earlier, when you slammed the door.”

“Wanted to speak with you.”

”About?”

“Doesn’t matter now.” She finally gathered the courage to face him, and stood. “Doesn’t matter at all.”

She could smell him, and the blood still on both of them, hers and her opponent’s, and it made her mind whirl. She wasn’t oblivious to the way scents could effect her, never had been, but the small space made things worse. Combining that with her already mixed up thoughts, and she was a coiled spring inside.

And there he stood looking at her calmly with his silvery eyes.

“I told you before she would do something like that, someone had already tried to poison you. Do you have a death wish?” She was purposely keeping her voice low and level, hands clenched at her side.

“No, wasn’t surprised she tried that. Either time. Guess she doesn’t take rejection to well.” He gave a dry chuckle.

“Didn’t look like you were telling her no when she was all over you.”

“You didn’t exactly stick around long enough to see it.”

“Why should I have, wasn’t like you wanted me around. Not since we got back. You got what you wanted out of me after all.”

He grabbed hold of her wrist again, and she tried to pull away, raising her other hand strike him, only to have it held by his. She growled at him, eyes narrowed.

“If I didn’t want you here, you wouldn’t be here.” He hissed into her ear before picking her up, ignoring her kicking and squirming, and dropping her unceremoniously on the bed in the small cabin.

She launched herself at him, only to be caught in his strong arms, and have his lips cover hers in a crushing kiss, his body pressing her back onto the bed. He pinned her hands over her head, using his weight to hold her legs down.

He whispered roughly into her ear. “I want you here, I want you..”

She shivered, whimpering as he nipped at her neck, teeth grazing her skin. He let her hands go, to pull the zipper down on her suit, pulling it off of her. His hands trailed back over her skin as he kissed her again, tearing her undershirt from her and tossing it aside.

His teeth and lips trailed down over her neck, biting and sucking at her skin, leaving little marks on her pale skin. She squirmed under him, nails digging into his back as he went lower on her body, tongue teasing her skin.

With a growl, she pushed him off of her, and got up. She looked down at him with hooded eyes, and crawled up his body, kissing him hard as her hands made quick work of his clothes, throwing them off to the side. She lowered herself onto his hard member, body accepting him into her. She arched back, slowly riding him, body moving steadily on top of him.

He leaned forward, hands grasping her hips as his teeth grazed her shoulder. Taking her nipple into his mouth he nibbled and sucked on her skin, fingers splayed across her hips.

Suddenly he flipped her, her legs wrapping around him as he put her onto her back on the bed. He thrust into her harder and faster, her back arching up off the bed as she cried out in pleasure, crying his name into the air.

He buried himself into her, lips claiming hers as he came, moaning in pleasure at the feel of her tightness around him. With a growl he bit her neck, marking her before stretching out beside her, arms around her body protectively.

When Kylie woke, she was under a thick warm blanket, and sore, but in the pleasant way. She yawned, stretching and looking around. Riddick was not there, and she stood, wrapping the blanket around her as she looked for him