I Want You To Need Me
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M through R › Pitch Black
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
9
Views:
6,551
Reviews:
12
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
1
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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 9: What We Have Is Real....
Chapter 9: What We have Is Real...
"Riddick please..." I beg, but not for his touch, but for him to stop. I can't allow him to make love to me once more, and not truly know what he wanted from me. I still his hands with mine, entwining my fingers with his, so they wouldn't feel the need to roam. He stops and gives me a puzzled look, not sure as to how to react to my sudden rebound of definement against his caresses.
"Jack?" He ask with a mild etch of confusion in his voice. I turn just enough, to allow face to angle enough to look at him. "Riddick.." It comes out a small sigh, as I stare into his silver orbs. "I'm not just some fuck am I?"
He growls, I know he's a little fed up with these sort of questions, but I have to know. I need to know. "Jack, we've already discussed this. I love you. You are not a fuck. You could never be a fuck to me. You could never be that woman. Your special."
"Special?" I ask out loud, not really meaning for it to come out orally, only to resonate in my mind. Damn me and my lose tongue.
"Yeah Jack." He runs his hand over his shaven head, his sigh rugged, and unsteady. "Jack, you know I'm not good at this 'I love you, you are my heart shit.'. " He looks at me, our eyes locking. "Baby..." He pulls me close, setting me on his lap, and enfolding me in his arms tight and locking them around my small frame. His breath slowly caresses my skin as his begins to kiss my neck gently.
"Jack..." His fingers fondle my bare stomach, my nerves dancing under the torment of his calloused fingers. "I can't explain baby." His voice is hoarse, laced with uncertainty of his unspoken words, and emotions. "Ever since I saw you that day on that fucked planet I knew.." He stopped.
"Knew what?" I turned slightly, eyes sideways to look at his features.
"That I would be with you." He tears his eyes away from me, voicing the words, showing his emotions, scaring him, making him fidget.
"You knew that? Even when I was that young and nieve?" I asked him, my body now fully turned, my chest facing his, my face inches from his own.
"Yeah.." He nods slowly as he locks his silver glint to my blue lights.
"How?" It baffles me, that he could have those sorts of feelings for me, to know our love would blossom, when I was only fourteen. "I mean..why didn't you say anything, do anything." He sighed, and tore his eyes away from mine once more.
"Jack, what the hell was I supposed to do? Take you, make you mine, possess you? I couldn't Jack. I'm not a pedophile. I wouldn't do some shit like that. And besides that, I didn't know what the hell I was feeling. I didn't know what those emotions stirring inside me were supposed to mean. I thought I was just a fucked up man, who needed to get as far away from you as I possibly could. That's why I left you with Imam. I knew he would take care of you. I knew you would be safe from...from me Jack."
I look at him in shock. Safe from him? That was something I couldn't fathom. I was safe WITH him not FROM him. "Riddick...I would have been safe with you. You know that."
He shakes his head no. "No Jack, you're wrong. I didn't know that. The way I felt for you, I knew it was wrong. It was wrong at that time. You were only a little girl, and I was fucking in my mid twenties. That aint right. Even I know that."
"But I wanted you to be there Riddick! I wanted you there with me, to protect me!" I yell at him.
"I was protecting you! How many times do I have to say it Jack? I was protecting you from me." He stressed the words you and me, by pointing his finger first at himself, and then at me, toward my chest.
"I wouldn't have cared Riddick, if you would have taken me right then and there. It would have saved us a lot of time and a lot of heartache." I see him look at me, puzzlement in his eyes.
"What are you talking about?" He asks, his voice low. "What heartache?"
"The heartache of watching you walk out of my life that day. The heartache of thinking I would never see you again. The heartache of thinking you didn't give a shit about me, and didn't care one red cent about me, and was too eager to get rid of me. The heartache of knowing that I could never love someone, not even half as close, as what I love you." I feel the tears stream down my face, as I stand. "I'm sorry." I whisper as I walk toward my room, opening the door, stepping in, and then slamming it shut. I throw myself onto my bed, and cry the tears that had threatened to fall for years now.
"Riddick please..." I beg, but not for his touch, but for him to stop. I can't allow him to make love to me once more, and not truly know what he wanted from me. I still his hands with mine, entwining my fingers with his, so they wouldn't feel the need to roam. He stops and gives me a puzzled look, not sure as to how to react to my sudden rebound of definement against his caresses.
"Jack?" He ask with a mild etch of confusion in his voice. I turn just enough, to allow face to angle enough to look at him. "Riddick.." It comes out a small sigh, as I stare into his silver orbs. "I'm not just some fuck am I?"
He growls, I know he's a little fed up with these sort of questions, but I have to know. I need to know. "Jack, we've already discussed this. I love you. You are not a fuck. You could never be a fuck to me. You could never be that woman. Your special."
"Special?" I ask out loud, not really meaning for it to come out orally, only to resonate in my mind. Damn me and my lose tongue.
"Yeah Jack." He runs his hand over his shaven head, his sigh rugged, and unsteady. "Jack, you know I'm not good at this 'I love you, you are my heart shit.'. " He looks at me, our eyes locking. "Baby..." He pulls me close, setting me on his lap, and enfolding me in his arms tight and locking them around my small frame. His breath slowly caresses my skin as his begins to kiss my neck gently.
"Jack..." His fingers fondle my bare stomach, my nerves dancing under the torment of his calloused fingers. "I can't explain baby." His voice is hoarse, laced with uncertainty of his unspoken words, and emotions. "Ever since I saw you that day on that fucked planet I knew.." He stopped.
"Knew what?" I turned slightly, eyes sideways to look at his features.
"That I would be with you." He tears his eyes away from me, voicing the words, showing his emotions, scaring him, making him fidget.
"You knew that? Even when I was that young and nieve?" I asked him, my body now fully turned, my chest facing his, my face inches from his own.
"Yeah.." He nods slowly as he locks his silver glint to my blue lights.
"How?" It baffles me, that he could have those sorts of feelings for me, to know our love would blossom, when I was only fourteen. "I mean..why didn't you say anything, do anything." He sighed, and tore his eyes away from mine once more.
"Jack, what the hell was I supposed to do? Take you, make you mine, possess you? I couldn't Jack. I'm not a pedophile. I wouldn't do some shit like that. And besides that, I didn't know what the hell I was feeling. I didn't know what those emotions stirring inside me were supposed to mean. I thought I was just a fucked up man, who needed to get as far away from you as I possibly could. That's why I left you with Imam. I knew he would take care of you. I knew you would be safe from...from me Jack."
I look at him in shock. Safe from him? That was something I couldn't fathom. I was safe WITH him not FROM him. "Riddick...I would have been safe with you. You know that."
He shakes his head no. "No Jack, you're wrong. I didn't know that. The way I felt for you, I knew it was wrong. It was wrong at that time. You were only a little girl, and I was fucking in my mid twenties. That aint right. Even I know that."
"But I wanted you to be there Riddick! I wanted you there with me, to protect me!" I yell at him.
"I was protecting you! How many times do I have to say it Jack? I was protecting you from me." He stressed the words you and me, by pointing his finger first at himself, and then at me, toward my chest.
"I wouldn't have cared Riddick, if you would have taken me right then and there. It would have saved us a lot of time and a lot of heartache." I see him look at me, puzzlement in his eyes.
"What are you talking about?" He asks, his voice low. "What heartache?"
"The heartache of watching you walk out of my life that day. The heartache of thinking I would never see you again. The heartache of thinking you didn't give a shit about me, and didn't care one red cent about me, and was too eager to get rid of me. The heartache of knowing that I could never love someone, not even half as close, as what I love you." I feel the tears stream down my face, as I stand. "I'm sorry." I whisper as I walk toward my room, opening the door, stepping in, and then slamming it shut. I throw myself onto my bed, and cry the tears that had threatened to fall for years now.