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She was 21 now, graduated from high school and was starting college. She had spent the last 6 years of her life with the one and only Richard B. Riddick. He had saved her on that godforsaken planet, and changed her life forever. Those years had been perfect.
Sure, it had been trying at first, but soon after they moved to Cyrus, in the Padua system, things had leveled out. Cyrus was the perfect place for them. The place people went to get away. It had a government and law system, but just enough to keep things civil. Mercs didn’t even come here; too far out to waste the time, and the law here didn’t bat an eye if one was found dead, so it was safer if they didn’t. There were other criminals here as well, and it was strictly don’t-ask-don’t-tell. They fit in quite nicely.
Riddick and her settled into a routine. He worked at a local shipping yard; he did a lot of heavy labor and frequently took trips with goods to the neighboring planets. And every once in awhile he took a ‘job,’ he was just too damn good to drop out of the business completely. He never hid it from Jack, but he never openly talked about it either. He never wanted to drag her down with him, so the less she knew the better. He wanted to protect her from all the evils of the world, which was ironic seeing that he was about the worst.
Within those first couple years Jack made it a point to prove to Riddick that she’d never betray him like his previous ‘friends.’ He had told her stories of people that he had trusted in the past, that turned around and tried to collect on his bounty, or just outright kill him. Somehow she knew though that that question had been wiped away within the first 6 months. Riddick knew also.
He couldn’t understand it though, why Jack had trusted him so readily and unconditionally, but then again he didn’t know why he had trusted her either. When they met on T2 he knew she was different. When she first spoke to him on the ship, she had no fear, and stared him straight in the eyes. Ballsy. Even Fry didn’t do that. And she had looked and talked to him like a human. Something he had never encountered since he was a kid. She had guts, no fear, no hesitation; she went after what she wanted. He liked that. And after only a couple months of living together they both realized there was just this thing between them; they could anticipate each other’s actions, words…thoughts.
Riddick was obviously the better fighter, but no one had ever come as close to matching him as Jack. Not that she was a perfect fighter…although she had been trained by one…no…she just always knew somehow, where he was going to move, going to strike next. Some sort of weird-ass connection that neither of them could explain.
Jack walked into Trey’s bedroom, clad only in a black teddy. Trey was already stripped down to his boxers, waiting patiently on the bed for Jack to emerge from the bathroom. They had been dating for 5 months but Jack had been insistent that they take it slow. She had just now agreed to take it to the next level.
She slowly walked to Trey’s bed and laid down next to him. She had had boyfriends before, but never went beyond kissing. She just couldn’t, she always just chocked it up to instinct telling her they weren’t the right one. But there was something about Trey, that made her want more. He was very well built, although not extremely cut. He had the most beautiful ice-blue eyes you’ve ever seen, a short crew cut and one of the cutest smiles ever.
As they began kissing, he slowly kneaded her breast cupping it from underneath and gently rubbing her nipple. He worked the shoulder straps off and worked the teddy down until it was around her waist. All of a sudden she froze…”shit not again” she thought. That was exactly what happened with every other guy…she’d get some weird-ass feeling in her stomach and freeze. She knew that no matter how hard she tried there was no going forward…now she had to tell Trey, and judging by that bulge in his boxers he was not going to be happy that she was going to leave him hanging, well not exactly “hanging.”
“Trey, I’m sorry, but I don’t think I can do this.”
“It’s ok, don’t think, I won’t hurt you, we can go slow, and if I move too fast just tell me.”
He was a sweetheart, which made her feel worse, but she couldn’t do this.
“No, Trey you don’t understand, I can’t. I have to go, I’m sorry…please don’t call.”
She put her teddy back on, walked to the bathroom, pulled on her tank and cargos over the lacy underwear and walked out the door, leaving him on the bed awestruck.