Kat is so going to hell....
but fuck me, I'm too happy to care right now.
Meggy requested smutty comments, and my Riddick muse decided to play. It's not right yet, but a) it's proper writing (thank whatever deity is listening) and b) I think it will definitely be a proper story later on.
Under the cut lies kinky and underage het (Riddick/Jack)...say an R rating on general principle. Read on at your own risk.
It's not like they haven't been here before, one of them getting too edgy, then pushing until the other snaps. Sometimes she'll taunt him, laughing over Her body slammed hard into the wall, bent over a crate or pinnded the floor, snarled "Fuck you"'s and blood. Almost always blood now.
So when Riddick shoves her against the wall with a shiv in his free hand, she snarls, fights back, all feet, fists and elbows. She doesn't worry about the blade pressing coldly against her stomach, almost caressing it's way across her skin. Riddick's a master with his weapon, and she'll only bleed when and if he wants.
Maybe there was a time near the beginning when they didn't need the burn and pain, but two months cooped up and awake in a ship will do that to you-make you crazy. Crazier, maybe. Jack can't always remember what it, she, they... what it was before. Comfort, maybe? Her curling up beside him for warmth, or so she wouldn't feel so alone? No. She always knew what that would lead to. Did she lead him on, all but giving herself to him? Can't remember, anymore. Now there's only her and Riddick. The Holy Man died a week after leaving the planet, unwilling to survive the boys left behind.
Riddick had howled his contempt of (to? at?) God as he set the corpse adrift in the blackness that surrounded them.
Now it's only them.
Meggy requested smutty comments, and my Riddick muse decided to play. It's not right yet, but a) it's proper writing (thank whatever deity is listening) and b) I think it will definitely be a proper story later on.
Under the cut lies kinky and underage het (Riddick/Jack)...say an R rating on general principle. Read on at your own risk.
It's not like they haven't been here before, one of them getting too edgy, then pushing until the other snaps. Sometimes she'll taunt him, laughing over Her body slammed hard into the wall, bent over a crate or pinnded the floor, snarled "Fuck you"'s and blood. Almost always blood now.
So when Riddick shoves her against the wall with a shiv in his free hand, she snarls, fights back, all feet, fists and elbows. She doesn't worry about the blade pressing coldly against her stomach, almost caressing it's way across her skin. Riddick's a master with his weapon, and she'll only bleed when and if he wants.
Maybe there was a time near the beginning when they didn't need the burn and pain, but two months cooped up and awake in a ship will do that to you-make you crazy. Crazier, maybe. Jack can't always remember what it, she, they... what it was before. Comfort, maybe? Her curling up beside him for warmth, or so she wouldn't feel so alone? No. She always knew what that would lead to. Did she lead him on, all but giving herself to him? Can't remember, anymore. Now there's only her and Riddick. The Holy Man died a week after leaving the planet, unwilling to survive the boys left behind.
Riddick had howled his contempt of (to? at?) God as he set the corpse adrift in the blackness that surrounded them.
Now it's only them.