Show Me Your Eyes (Part 14)

Tater Chip Girl

Riddick slowed the circular motion of his hands, pressing the rough fabric of the soapy bathing gloves more firmly against his dirty skin as he moved them over his body. Carolyn hadn't been kidding - this really *did* feel like a massage.

Too bad she's not the one doing the massaging, he thought. Predictably, he felt his penis twitch and swell in eager agreement. He ignored it and kept on scrubbing, enjoying the one small luxury he'd allowed himself in recent memory. When his body was clean, he rinsed off and resoaped the gloves to scrub his head and face. Man, this could put a guy to sleep, he thought, reveling in the soothing sensation of the gloves on his bare scalp.

Reluctantly, he finished up and rinsed out the gloves, hanging them up where he'd found them. Gotta get me some o' those, he thought, turning off the water and opening the stall door. After drying himself and shaving, Riddick picked up one of the bottles on the counter and read the label - some kind of lotion. Unscented, too. That was good. He squeezed out a dollop of the stuff and applied it to his face and head.

Can't hurt to soften things up a bit, he reasoned. Women like that shit.

Riddick checked his fingernails - they were clean, but a bit ragged. Of course, fingernail clippers were one thing he hadn't thought of buying; nothing for it but to root through Carolyn's stuff and look for some. He found them right away, still in their package. Smiling a bit, he opened it up and took them out, remembering how he'd mentally poked fun earlier at women and their huge supply of beauty products.

Okay, maybe it's not such a bad thing, he admitted grudgingly as he started clipping.

When he'd finished, he laid the clippers on the counter and stood still, staring at himself in the mirror.

What am I forgetting? he thought, studying his reflection intently. Shower, shave, fingernails...

His eyes swept over the counter absently as he tried to think what else he was supposed to do in here, coming to rest on a tube of toothpaste next to the sink.

Oh yeah - gotta take care o' this dragon breath. Reaching for his duffel bag, Riddick dug around and pulled out his toothbrush and floss.

Finally, he ran out of things to do. Now he *had* to get dressed and go back into the bedroom, where Carolyn waited for him. Where they'd be alone together, freshly showered, with a big soft bed.

Riddick swallowed hard and looked in the mirror again. His gut was a ball of nervous tension, and his hands kept opening and closing, as if looking for something to hold onto.

What the hell's wrong with me? he asked his reflection. Why am I so fucking nervous? Christ, it's not like I haven't banged her already. He leaned forward and braced himself with both hands on the counter, closing his eyes as he let his forehead rest on the mirror. Hell, I shouldn't even *be* here right now. I should already be gone.

A noise from outside brought him to attention; sounded like someone was knocking on the door.

Relax, it's just one of the others. Carolyn'll get it, he told himself. Riddick blew out a breath and rubbed the back of his neck as he straightened up and stepped over to his duffel bag, which was sitting on the closed toilet. He pulled out a package of underwear and opened it, then stopped.

What should I wear? he wondered silently. Just underwear? Jeans and no shirt? Jeans and tank top? A towel? Nothing? He scrunched up his face and smacked himself sharply on the forehead with the underwear package. What the fuck's wrong with me? I sound like a fucking *woman*, for chrissake. He shook his head in disbelief. What difference does it make, it's all coming off anyway.

Whoever was at the door knocked again. Why doesn't she get that? Riddick cracked open the bathroom door and peeked out - the dim bedroom looked empty.

"Carolyn."

No answer. She was gone.

The knock came again, this time accompanied by a female voice. Actually, it sounded more like someone was kicking the door. "It's me, let me in."

Carolyn?

Riddick thought for a moment, then checked the pocket of his dirty pants. The key card for the room was still there. Okay, that explained it. "Just a minute!" he yelled, opening the bathroom door all the way. "I'm not dressed."

"Okay," came Carolyn's muffled reply.

Quickly slipping on one of his new pairs of jeans, Riddick opened the door to find her holding two glasses full of something - smelled like whiskey.

So that's where she went. He moved aside to let her in.

"Couldn't find the room key," said Carolyn, holding one of the glasses out to Riddick. "I felt like having a drink. Thought you'd like one too."

Riddick took the glass and closed the door. "You read my mind."

Carolyn took a seat at the tiny table after removing her duffel bag from the chair. "Shazza's in pretty bad shape," she said, taking a sip of her drink.

Riddick sat down across from her and took a big swallow from his glass. "No surprise there."

"Yeah..." Carolyn set her glass down and folded her arms, a thoughtful look on her face. "She was crying in the shower when I got there. Jack was scared."

"She'll get over it." Riddick took another drink, welcoming the alcohol warmth as it spread through his body.

"I dunno," Carolyn mused. "I don't think it was just Shazza that scared her."

Riddick shot the rest of his whiskey and set down the glass. "Whaddaya mean?"

"I think she's afraid of us turning her over to welfare or something." Carolyn lifted her glass and took a few careful sips before speaking again. "Remember, she told us on the skiff that she doesn't have any family."

"Maybe she lied." Riddick was fiddling with his glass, turning it around and around on the tabletop. "Maybe she just doesn't wanna go home."

"Maybe." Carolyn took another drink. "But think about it - even if she *does* have a family, she sure went to an awful lot of trouble to get away from them. I mean, hopping a deep-space transport all alone, disguised as a boy?" Carolyn shook her head and sipped some more whiskey. "Seems to me whatever made her do that would have to be pretty bad."

Riddick nodded wordlessly, his eyes flashing in the semi-darkness.

Carolyn sighed. "So what are we gonna do? We can't just stick her in juvie - that's a horrible place for a girl her age."

"It's a horrible place for anybody." Riddick lifted his glass and tapped the last few drops into his mouth.

"Yeah." Carolyn shot the rest of her whiskey. "Damn..." She patted her chest and coughed as the whiskey burned inside her. "Well, *I'm* sure as hell more relaxed now. How 'bout you? Want another one?"

"Nah, I'm okay." He was turning his glass on the table again.

Carolyn got up and went to the bed, flopping down on her back with a huge sigh. "Wow, I'm buzzed. I haven't drunk anything that strong in ages."

"Good for ya," said Riddick, coming over to join her. "Puts hair on your chest."

"Great, just what I need," she giggled, watching as Riddick lay down beside her. "One *more* thing I have to shave."

"Shaving can be fun," Riddick replied playfully. "If you shave in the right place."

Carolyn laughed. "Yeah, that's true." She raised her arms above her head and stretched, then surprised Riddick by sitting up and pulling off her t-shirt. "Now we match," she said, falling back onto the bed. She surprised him again by rolling onto her side and snuggling against him.

Riddick put his arm around her and pulled her closer. The feel of her bare skin on his was more intoxicating than the booze, making his erection press uncomfortably against his jeans. He reached down to adjust himself, and jumped when he felt Carolyn's hand on his.

"Why don't you take those off?" she whispered, fiddling with his zipper.

Riddick wasted no time shucking off his pants and tossing them onto the floor beside the bed.

"Now mine."

Carolyn's whispered command instantly transported Riddick back to their first time in the skiff. His heart pounded as he sat up and unfastened her jeans. She lifted her hips as Riddick pulled her pants down and let them fall off the end of the bed, then grabbed his hand and guided it between her legs to reveal yet another surprise - she'd shaved off her pubic hair.

"Shit..." Riddick's breathing was ragged, his arousal reaching an almost painful level. It was all he could do to keep from pushing her legs apart right then and fucking her senseless. A shaved woman was nothing new, but he'd never had anyone do it just for him. His fingers dipped into her, finding her wet and ready.

Carolyn moaned and grabbed his arm, pulling him down on top of her. Their mouths met immediately, and once again Riddick was caught up in the unforgettable sugar-sweet electric high he'd felt the first time he'd kissed her in the skiff, mixed in with the sharp taste of the whiskey they'd just drunk. He gasped when he felt Carolyn's hand slide down and grip him firmly.

"Oh, god, Riddick...you feel so good..." she breathed between kisses as she slowly stroked him. She could feel drops of slick moisture running down the thick shaft as he swelled in her grasp.

Riddick's body trembled, his hips thrusting against her hand of their own accord. He'd been on a hair trigger all night, especially after all the teasing he'd done. "I'm gonna lose it if you keep doin' that," he whispered shakily.

"Really..." Carolyn murmured, stroking more firmly and kissing him again.

"Oh, shit...oh shit..." Riddick's trembling became more pronounced and his hips thrust more insistently. His hands balled into fists on either side of Carolyn's head as they twisted up handfuls of the bedspread. "You better stop now..."

"Why? Don't you like it?" Carolyn cradled the back of his head with her free hand and trailed soft kisses all over his face. "Doesn't it feel good?"

"Oh shit..." was all Riddick could manage. He was shaking uncontrollably now; it was too late to stop, and he could already tell this would be one hell of an explosion. "Oh shit..." he panted. "Here it comes...here it comes..."

Carolyn's hand enveloped the end of his erection and swirled around it expertly as he thrust harder and faster, unable to stop himself. Finally, with a harsh cry from behind clenched teeth, Riddick climaxed, his body stiffening on top of Carolyn's as his fluids formed a warm pool on her belly. His rigid organ leaped against her fingers as though trying to escape. She stopped moving her hand and held on as his orgasm tapered off. When it was over, he lay gasping on top of her, his erection still clasped in her hand.

Riddick jumped and sucked in a breath when she opened her fingers to let go. "Careful, be careful..." he whispered, still panting. "It's sensitive." He lifted his body a few inches, allowing Carolyn to remove her hand, then settled back onto her, sealing the sticky results of his orgasm between them.

Riddick let his head fall onto the bed beside Carolyn's, his heartbeat thundering against her chest as she gently stroked his back and kissed the side of his face. Her other hand was held out at an awkward angle over the bed.

She waited for him to calm down before she spoke. "We're a mess."

Riddick laughed weakly. "I told you to stop."

Carolyn smiled and kissed him again. "You complaining?"

"Fuck, no."

"Didn't think so." She reached up to caress the back of his head. "We should rinse off. You still have work to do."

"Do I?" Riddick raised himself up to look down at her.

Carolyn grinned up at him and gave his face a tender swat with her clean hand. "Get your ass in that shower, mister."

"Or what?"

"Or I'll swat you with my other hand." She waved the hand in question threateningly at him.

"Okay, you win." Riddick pushed himself up and got off the bed, releasing the strong smell of the semen that had been sandwiched between them. He headed for the bathroom and turned on the shower, and Carolyn joined him in the stall a few seconds later. The thing was barely big enough for the two of them, so they had to switch places in order to wash themselves.

When they were both clean, Riddick turned Carolyn to face him and pushed her against the wall. "Your turn," he said, slipping his hand between her legs. Before she could make a sound, he closed his mouth over hers and started flicking his tongue into her in time with the movement of his fingers into her wet opening. Remembering how she'd enjoyed his roughness with her in the skiff, he thrust three of his fingers deep into her as he squeezed one of her breasts with his other hand, making her whimper against his mouth. He gripped her sex hard, using the heel of his hand to massage her clitoris, and pulled up as if trying to lift her off the floor. This brought an even louder response from Carolyn, and her hands flew up to grab his arms as her hips quivered against him.

"I think she likes it," Riddick muttered into her ear. He was still amazed at the way Carolyn responded to him, amazed at her lack of fear and the intensity of her desire. But what amazed him more than any of that was the way she made him *want* to please her. Even now, after his own sexual release, all he could think about was making her come. Without a second thought, he dropped to his knees in the warm spray of the shower and began exploring her newly-shaven folds with his tongue. It wasn't long before Carolyn's body started shaking, and her moans changed to high-pitched little cries. Riddick grabbed her by the waist and continued until she reached her climax, holding her tightly as she writhed against his mouth.

"Oh god..." Carolyn closed her eyes and leaned her head back against the wall as she recovered, her hands resting on Riddick's head.

Riddick gazed up at her almost worshipfully, taking in her heaving breasts and open mouth. Beautiful...so beautiful... He pressed his face into her smooth belly and kissed her there over and over, then laid his cheek against her and closed his eyes. If only I could really *see* her...

They stayed like that for what seemed an age, clinging wordlessly to each other under the shower's warm flow, before Carolyn broke the silence. "Are we gonna sleep in here tonight?" She looked down at Riddick and stroked the top of his head.

He looked up with a little smile, resting his chin on her belly. "Sure. I'll go get the pillows."

Carolyn laughed and grabbed his arms, pulling him to his feet. "Ok, but you get to explain all the soaked bedding to the manager."

Riddick turned off the shower and gave Carolyn a quick kiss before stepping out of the stall to find a towel. They dried themselves quickly, shivering a little in the cool, conditioned room air.

"Something tells me we'll be sleeping very well tonight," Carolyn smiled as they walked to the bed.

"Lights off," Riddick told the bathroom sensors as he followed her. "Yeah," he agreed, helping her pull down the bedspread. "But not yet."

Carolyn gave him a quizzical look as she slipped under the covers. "What do you mean?"

Riddick got into bed and tapped the base of the little bedside lamp until the room went dark. He rolled on top of Carolyn, pressing his hardness against her. "I'm not through with you," he whispered, his lips moving over her face. "Not by a long shot."

Carolyn jerked awake in the darkness, her heart pounding. She sat up quickly, crushing the covers to her chest. Where the fuck am I? Her eyes swept the gloom around her, frantically seeking out the familiar colored lights and softly glowing monitor screens, but found only blackness. She stuck her hand out to one side and panicked when she felt nothing but space.

"Hey." Riddick's warm hand closed around her wrist. "You ok?"

She breathed a sigh of relief, suddenly remembering. It all seemed like a weird dream - the skiff, the festival, all that glitter...

"Nightmare?" Riddick gave her arm a gentle tug, and she let him pull her down beside him.

"No," she whispered. "Just...forgot where I was." Carolyn settled onto her side and laid her head on Riddick's shoulder. "Guess I'm too used to hearing the skiff engines all the time. And seeing those lights when I wake up. Kinda burned into my brain."

"Yeah, I know," Riddick answered. "Me, too."

"This bed is so big, too." Carolyn sighed. "So much space. Feels weird to turn over and not feel - something..."

"Yeah," Riddick agreed quietly.

"Have you gotten any sleep?" she asked, draping her arm over Riddick's chest.

"Not really," Riddick yawned. "I keep wakin' up."

"Me, too."

"I noticed."

Carolyn gave a little laugh. "Too bad we're out of whiskey. That might help."

Riddick blew out a breath and sat up. "Got an idea. Scoot over." He gave her a shove towards the middle of the bed.

Carolyn did as he asked, sitting up beside him. "I can't see a thing."

"I can," said Riddick. "Lie down."

She did, and felt Riddick roll her towards him and stuff the edge of the covers firmly underneath her. When he pushed her onto her back, the covers tightened over her body. "What are you tryin' to do here?" she laughed. "Tie me up?"

"Maybe some other time," Riddick muttered, "Right now I just wanna get some sleep." He was rolling around too, presumably tucking in his own covers. When he finished and lay back down, the two of them were snugly wrapped in a cocoon of fabric.

"This feels like the sleeping bag on the skiff," said Carolyn, stretching her legs.

"Exactly." Riddick picked up the remote from the bedside table and powered up the vidscreen on the opposite wall, wincing a bit as the menu popped up. He tapped the remote's tiny backlit screen and moved the vidscreen selector to "Patterns". Riddick scrolled through the list that appeared and chose an item called "Star Flight". Instantly, the large, flat screen was transformed into a near-likeness of the view they'd had from the skiff's window on their way to New Mecca, complete with the illusion of motion.

"Nice," Carolyn yawned. "You sure know your way around a vidscreen."

Riddick tapped the remote a few times, dimming the screen to a comfortable level, and set it down. "You learn to amuse yourself when you're stuck in a motel room for days on end with nothin' else to do." He yawned too as he shifted to his side and draped an arm over Carolyn. "Better?"

"Yeah." Carolyn turned onto her side as well, yawning and snuggling into him, her eyes fixed on the starry vidscreen. "I'm feeling drowsy already."

"Good," Riddick muttered into the pillow. "Now shut up and go to sleep."

"Is that an order?" Carolyn giggled.

Riddick's hand came up and clamped itself over her mouth, making her laugh harder. He shook her face gently before letting go and wrapping his arm around her again.

Carolyn calmed herself and lay quietly as Riddick's breathing gradually slowed and the muscles of his arm relaxed. He was pressed against her back, just as he'd been in the sleeping bag on the skiff. Carolyn felt every rise and fall of his chest, every beat of his heart.

I could get used to this, she thought. Hell, I'm *already* used to it.

Is *he*?

Carolyn's gut froze as everything she'd been trying hard not to dwell on came rushing to the front of her mind. Riddick was still a wanted man - and everyone knew that wanted men never stayed in one place for very long.

Not now, she thought. Please, not now. I've waited so long to feel like this. Just let me enjoy it.

For how long? her mind nagged. How long before he decides to take off? Will he even be here when you wake up?

Moving carefully to avoid waking Riddick, Carolyn reached up and wiped away a stray tear. She shuddered a little as she thought about what they'd done together in this bed, his gentleness, the way he'd touched her.

He'll be here. He will. I know he will.

What if he is? her brain poked at her again. Then what? Think he'll go legit just for you?

Stop it.

He's got mercs on his trail, it tossed at her. And sooner or later, one of them will catch up to him, and your career will be over. You'll be arrested for harboring a fugitive. You might as well kiss your life goodbye right now.

Carolyn listened closely to Riddick's breathing - he was fast alseep now. She sniffed quietly and wiped at her eyes again.

Just let me sleep. That's all I want right now. I'll worry about everything tomorrow.

She fixed her gaze once again on the vidscreen, picking one star to watch as it moved from the foreground of the picture to disappear into the distance among a cluster of its fellows. Althought she didn't keep track, Carolyn did this fifty-eight times before her mind finally quieted and let her fall asleep.

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