The Ninth Life

Shan'ica SilverPheniox

8: Two Become One

Shane and Riddick kept up their little act of two very-much-in-love people traveling with a teenage sister until they were settled in their cabins and were sure that there were no hidden 'security' cameras. After making sure that Jack was settled in, Shane and Riddick retired to their cabin for the 3-day journey.

Shane once again did her 'survey-the-room-by-walking-around-the-edges-of-it' routine, pressing her body to the walls and moving slowly around the room, studying everything in it. Riddick laughed at the act, which earned him a dirty look from Shane.

"What?" She demanded, showing her fangs a little. She saw absolutely nothing funny about what she was doing.

"Why do you do that?" Riddick countered, nodding his head at her as a gesture to her movements.

Shane stared at him for a moment as she organized her thoughts. "It is…instinctual." She paused again. "I don't know how to explain it. It is just something that I have always done." She sat down on the bed next to him. "It has saved my life many times over."

"Really? Do tell." He raised an eyebrow, making Shane giggle, which sounded more like a gurgled purr.

"Don't do that." She smiled. "It makes your face look funny." She stood up again, removed her shoes, then sat back down, this time on her knees, to face him. "Many times in my work I have come across rooms with…ahhh, what is the human word…booby traps set up inside them. People rarely think to place such devices along the wall, so the habit has kept me from walking into them." She shrugged.

Riddick nodded. He could see her point. It was a good habit for a thief. He was lying on his back now, and as he looked at her, he had long view of her body. The thought of what had transpired back on the planet, in their stolen vehicle came back to him. He smiled. Before Shane could ask him why he was smiling, he stood up and said he was going to check on Jack. Shane nodded slightly, then went to her suitcase and started to go through it, searching for something.

Riddick found Jack comfortable in her cabin. She assured him that she was all right and wished him a good night. He found himself amazed at how she had blossomed into a young woman almost overnight. And he found that he was very glad to have met Shane. She understood what a girl Jack's age needed, and he didn't.

He took a quick tour of the ship, noting all the exits and emergency craft, just in case something should happen in the next three days. He returned to the cabin he shared with Shane, thinking about how ironic it was that the two of them would have to share a bed. Unless, of course, Shane decided to curl up the way she had the other night, at the foot of the bed. Well, he was sure that he could convince her to do otherwise.

He entered the cabin to find it significantly darker than when he had left it. Shane was sitting on the edge of the bed with her back to him, brushing her hair and humming to herself. Her hair was long and silky, a dark chestnut colour that offset her pale skin perfectly. Quietly he approached her, taking off his boots and goggles as he went.

"Lights off." He said and crawled up behind her.

"What…?" Shane started to say something, but stopped as his arms encircled her from behind. He began to kiss her neck, slowly, revelling in the taste of her, his hands slowly exploring her body thru the thin nightdress she was wearing. She didn't fight him. Instead she leaned back into his strong chest, one hand running along his thigh, massaging it. The other hand reached up and held his head down lightly. She began to purr, a quiet, contented sound that seemed to start somewhere deep inside her.

Riddick moved backwards a little, into the centre of the bed, pulling her with him. He had one strap of the sleeveless garment down and was moving his mouth farther down her neck. One of his hands sat across her belly, the other cupped one of her breasts. Suddenly, she moved. Lightning fast she pulled away from him then turned and pushed into him, her arms wrapped around his neck, her lips just inches from his.

"Do you really know what you're getting into?" She purred. Her voice was different, huskier and sexier. "Because once this starts it doesn't stop. And it can get quite…intense." She was closer now, if that was possible. She was sitting on her knees, but stretching her torso, hardening her stomach muscles and making her chest stand out. She was breathing hard. "Are you willing to get involved with someone like me?" She whispered the question. She was driving him nuts, being so close to her, her purred voice sending shivers across his back. Her scent was stronger now, more pronounced than before. Pheromones, he guessed. Animals released heavy pheromones when aroused, and Shane was no different. Instead of answering her question he pulled her to him, kissing her hard and taking in her scent. He felt a sharp prick on his lower lip, then the taste of human blood invaded his mouth. His blood. Their kiss became lighter as she pulled away slightly, giving her tongue room to caress the wound she had inflicted. A satisfied growl emerged from her throat.

As they pulled away from each other he looked at her, his eyes looking into hers, then he smiled and sat back a little, pulling his shirt off. She helped him a little, pushing it up his chest. He hadn't gotten it over his head when he felt her kiss his chest, her tongue teasing his nipples. He pulled the shirt off and threw it across the room. Pulling her face to his he kissed her deeply, letting his tongue explore her mouth. Her hands rested lightly on his chest, drawing small circles with the tips of her fingers. Slowly, methodically, he slid his hand down across her chest, abdomen, thigh. He ran his hand along the inside of her thigh, inward toward her womanhood. She wasn't wearing any underwear. He entered her. Damn, she was wet. He'd never known a woman to be so wet. He pulled his finger out of her and grabbed the bottom of the nightgown she wore, pulling it up and off. Shane decided to take control then, grabbing his arm, twisting him around and pushing him down so that his head hit the pillows. She pounced on him, her knees pushing his thighs together and her hands pushing down on his shoulders, keeping him firmly planted on the bed. She growled, the noise changing in pitch as she pushed her body down on his, stopping with her breasts above his face, just out of reach. He groaned. This wasn't fair. She was teasing him and enjoying seeing him suffer. He was hard now, and she could definitely feel it. She pulled back again to her original position. Slowly she pushed her self backwards until she could comfortably sit and undo his pants. He helped her unfasten them and she slid backwards, pulling the pants with her, running her hands over his erection as she did so. She was teetering on the edge of the bed when she finally pulled them off, but balanced better than anyone else could have. She sat there, waiting. He sat up, confused. Why had she stopped?

"Wha…?" Before he could even get the word out she was on top of him again, her knees pressed against his hips and a finger pressed against his lips, silencing him.

"Shhhhhh." She purred. She then kissed him and her body relaxed, signalling to him that he was to take control. He did.

Flipping her over onto her back and holding her down he studied the curves of her body, the smoothness of her skin. She moaned quietly, impatient with him. Too bad. He ran his fingers along her belly, tickling her slightly. She squirmed, to his delight, but not to hers. She snapped her fangs at him and growled. He chuckled. Obviously her professional patience didn't follow her to bed. He ran his tongue along her body, starting at her belly button and working his way up to her breasts. He started on her right breast ferociously when he reached it, sucking and licking it, while fondling her left. He switched a moment later. Shane's purrs were getting louder and stronger. He could feel the vibrations. Tired of the foreplay, Shane wrapped her legs around him and flipped him onto his back, pushing his head to the pillows. She kissed him once quickly, then lowered herself onto his erection. She didn't get to far before he thrust his hips upward, driving himself in. A yelp escaped her lips, but was quickly replaced with a purr. Riddick flipped her onto her back again, ran his hands down the side of her body before placing them on her hips and thrusting again and again. She tightened her grip with her legs around his waist and pulled his head towards hers, kissing his lips, his chin, his neck. Her lips traced a path to his collarbone, and she could feel his grunts as he continued to thrust and push. She was so close now; her growls and purrs had been getting louder and more intense. Her hands rubbed his back, feeling the muscles tense and release as he moved. She was straining to keep in control of her claws, desperately trying to keep them sheathed. It was time, she couldn't hold on any more. She bit him, gently, at the base of the neck, just above the collarbone, then pushed her hips hard against his and let out the closest thing she had to a roar. That was the last straw for him and he came a moment later.

They laid in each other's arms for a few minutes, their bodies drenched in sweat. Shane's hair was dishevelled and matted to her forehead and shoulders. Riddick's head lay on her chest, between her breasts, his hands stroking her sides. They fell into a deep and blissful sleep, wrapped in each other's arms.