I Want You To Need Me
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Category:
M through R › Pitch Black
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
9
Views:
6,486
Reviews:
12
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
1
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.
Chapter 8: Explaination...
Chapter 8:Time to Explain...
His fingers hook under my chin, and forces me to look him eyes to eyes. "Jack..." His voice is an eerie whisper. I shudder as I hear it, afraid I have just sparked something inside him, that makes him want to stick his tail between his legs and run away. I closed my eyes, then open them slowly, staring into his blue/silver orbs, that mask emotion.
There is a silence that seems to stretch and fill the entire house. An uneasiness that has bound and locked us in uncertainty. "Jack baby.." He finally breaks the silence, and I jump, startled by the sudden eruption of sound, in the god awful silence.
"What am I gonna do, what can I do, to show you I care about you?" He whispered.I shrugged, then opened my mouth to speak.
"Riddick..." I start, my voice small, uncertain of how to express how I feel. "It's not about if you care about me...it's...it's about how much. I ..I mean...I know you care for me some. But...is it enough to stay with me. Stay with me not just as someone I live with but more...fuck.." I run my hands through my wavy, medium long strawberry blonde hair, in aggravation. My words coming out so wrong, even I am confused as to what I really meant to say.
He chuckled softly, and caressed my cheek, my eyes roaming upward to meet his once more."I think I know what your saying.." He whispered as his lips brushed mine ever so softly.
I gulp and open my open, my lips barely moving as I whisper to him. "Oh? Then what am I saying?" I ask.
"You want me forever..." His voice is teasing, making me feel embarrassed. Now I want to run away. I stand, and reached for my shirt, trying to give myself some coverage of my naked, flustered body.
I feel his hand latch to mine, and pull me back to the leather couch. My ass hits his knee, his arms engulf me once more.
"Where do you think you're going?" He ask me with a low growl, his lips brushing against my neck, the tip of his tongue teasing my skin.
"I was just...just gonna get cleaned up.." I whisper..
"Well,..." He trails his tongue from my earlobe to my shoulder. "...what's the point in getting clean, if you're just gonna get dirty again?" His hands roam over my breast, teasing my aching nipples, causing them erect under his thumbs.
Slowly he trailed his hands down my stomach, his fingers brush over him navel, resembling tiny feathers, caressing the skin. I leaned back, my eyes closed, and my hands brushing over his arms.
Once again a thought enters my mind. The same thought that had plagued me came rushing into my mind. Was I only a piece of meat to him? Was I an easy fuck, simply there for his every need, disposable when he was through with his little "thrill ride"? I didn't know.
His fingers hook under my chin, and forces me to look him eyes to eyes. "Jack..." His voice is an eerie whisper. I shudder as I hear it, afraid I have just sparked something inside him, that makes him want to stick his tail between his legs and run away. I closed my eyes, then open them slowly, staring into his blue/silver orbs, that mask emotion.
There is a silence that seems to stretch and fill the entire house. An uneasiness that has bound and locked us in uncertainty. "Jack baby.." He finally breaks the silence, and I jump, startled by the sudden eruption of sound, in the god awful silence.
"What am I gonna do, what can I do, to show you I care about you?" He whispered.I shrugged, then opened my mouth to speak.
"Riddick..." I start, my voice small, uncertain of how to express how I feel. "It's not about if you care about me...it's...it's about how much. I ..I mean...I know you care for me some. But...is it enough to stay with me. Stay with me not just as someone I live with but more...fuck.." I run my hands through my wavy, medium long strawberry blonde hair, in aggravation. My words coming out so wrong, even I am confused as to what I really meant to say.
He chuckled softly, and caressed my cheek, my eyes roaming upward to meet his once more."I think I know what your saying.." He whispered as his lips brushed mine ever so softly.
I gulp and open my open, my lips barely moving as I whisper to him. "Oh? Then what am I saying?" I ask.
"You want me forever..." His voice is teasing, making me feel embarrassed. Now I want to run away. I stand, and reached for my shirt, trying to give myself some coverage of my naked, flustered body.
I feel his hand latch to mine, and pull me back to the leather couch. My ass hits his knee, his arms engulf me once more.
"Where do you think you're going?" He ask me with a low growl, his lips brushing against my neck, the tip of his tongue teasing my skin.
"I was just...just gonna get cleaned up.." I whisper..
"Well,..." He trails his tongue from my earlobe to my shoulder. "...what's the point in getting clean, if you're just gonna get dirty again?" His hands roam over my breast, teasing my aching nipples, causing them erect under his thumbs.
Slowly he trailed his hands down my stomach, his fingers brush over him navel, resembling tiny feathers, caressing the skin. I leaned back, my eyes closed, and my hands brushing over his arms.
Once again a thought enters my mind. The same thought that had plagued me came rushing into my mind. Was I only a piece of meat to him? Was I an easy fuck, simply there for his every need, disposable when he was through with his little "thrill ride"? I didn't know.