Gyn Wolf's Story: Chapter Twelve-Preperation

The sun rose bright and orange over the dusky horizon as Gyn stood silhouetted in the doorway. She held a dented tin cup in her right hand and slowly raised it to her lips, sipping the biting liquid.

Riddick still lay in bed. He’d groaned slightly when she’d pulled away from him in the still dark hours of morning, but had quickly slipped back into whatever nightmares filled his head when he allowed himself to sleep. She knew he was haunted by something, but what that might be, she didn’t know.

He sometimes murmured broken words in his sleep. Sometimes a name. Carolyn or Fry had passed his lips more than once, and despite her attraction and respect for him, she felt no jealously for the woman that had been in his past. She wasn’t present now, and the here and now is what mattered to her. To add to that, Riddick didn’t belong to her, nor
she to him. They had a mutually satisfying arrangement, but she had no qualms about leaving him for the next thing. Neither did she fool herself into thinking they would end up together when she found Ven and Brand.

Her sister’s voice still echoed in her head, no matter how hard she tried to shake it. Ven hadn’t sounded frightened, but there had been an underlying tone of distress. Gyn felt she was running out of time.

Tossing the dregs of her liquor laced coffee to the dirt outside, she placed the tin mug on the small scarred table behind her and headed for the outskirts of the mining camp.

This place was well organized and neat. All the little cabins, although different shapes and sizes, were evenly spread out, leaving clear paths about the colony. Some even had small gardens, with bright flowers and vegetables.

Gyn eyed the flowers, who’s peddles still shunned the darkness of the early morning, almost in the same fashion as she did. She saw the tops of carrots sticking out of the ground and felt herself begin to salivate. Despite the need and love of meat, she still missed the cool bite of green
food. Or orange, she compromised, ripping a tender carrot from the dirt. She swirled it around in a watering can before biting into it. She may have lived in the forest most of her life, but that didn’t mean she enjoyed the taste of dirt.

The satisfying crunch filled her ears as she continued on her walk. Riddick would wake soon to find her gone, and she knew he wouldn’t have trouble tracking her, despite the variety of scents that hung in the air.

She hadn’t watched a sunrise before, she realized suddenly. The thought of baring her sensitive eyes to direct sun rays had never been an appealing one, but with the extra dark goggles she decided to give it a shot.

Gracefully leaping to the top of a tall water tank, she swung her legs over the edge, facing the horizon where the great yellow-orange ball began its ascent into the sky.

Shielded from its full brunt, she gazed in a sort of awe as the sky and landscape shifted beneath shades of yellow, orange, purple, and finally pink before the atmosphere fully embraced morning and began to turn blue. Unable to stand the completely risen sun, she pushed off the edge
and landed silently on the dusty ground.

Riddick stood with his back to her and the sun and he didn’t say anything as she approached his side. “I’d never watched one before,” she murmured as they began walking towards their hut.

He was quiet for a while, merely gliding beside her silently. “I haven’t watched one since long before I got my eyes shined. And if I have before that, I can’t remember. I was always busy doing something else,” he finally commented.

“Maybe we can get one on halo-tape,” she said, half serious, half teasing.

He glanced down at her, trying to judge her mood. He cracked a smile. “Yeah. Maybe.”

The hours flew by as they waited for the twelve power cells to finish taking their charge. The damn things took so long because the trickle charger that the Trysian shop keeper had was slower than molasses and older than Methuselah.

“At this rate, we’ll never get off this dust bowl,” Gyn growled ten hours later. The first four cells were done and she shoved them into their sockets, locking them into place with a twist.

Jack sat beside her on the floor, watching her movements with interest. “I know you’re not bringing me with you,” she finally said.

Gyn shot a sharp look at her, her silver eyes glowing in the dim light. She’d shut all the doors to block out the sun’s blinding rays and Jack had to follow her mostly by sound to figure out what she was doing.

She opened her mouth to deny Jack’s statement, then shut it again. The girl wasn’t stupid. Young and naive, but far from stupid. “How do you know that?” she asked instead, flicking the switches on the cell board to begin transferring energy into the ships electronic system.

“I heard you and Riddick in the supply shop when you first arrived.” Jack pushed herself to her feet and dusted non-existent dirt from her pants. Gyn realized the girl was merely avoiding her probing gaze. “I hate it here,” she gritted out from between her teeth.

“I know that.”

“I don’t see why I can’t come with you. I know more than Riddick gives me credit for. He thinks I’m just some stupid kid. I know what I feel and I know it could never happen. Drop me off anywhere, just don’t make me stay in this hell hole.”

Gyn sighed loudly at Jack’s impassioned speech. “Kid, you don’t have a clue what you’re getting into. You can’t make it out there. You’re safe here, though. You have a job, a place to stay. You have your whole life to wander around the universe.”

Jack felt panic rise in her throat and her lower lip began to tremble. She saw Gyn’s sharp eyes zero in on the tell tale action and quickly steeled her jaw to hide her weakness. She yanked her dark goggles over her eyes despite the darkness and looked Gyn straight on, fighting to hold
on to her hard won composure.

“I get it,” she choked out. “There just ain’t any room for me in either of your guys’ worlds. You don’t want some kid followin’ you ‘round.” She turned on her heal and hit the button to open the back hatch.

Gyn felt the need to grab Jack’s arm and make her listen but knew it wouldn’t help. The kid was hurt and lonely and no matter what she tried to say, she wouldn’t be able to change Jack’s mind.

Shielding her eyes from the sun that was leaking in through the hatch with her goggles, she watched as Jack walked quietly away, little stirs of dust swirling around her feet.

Riddick suddenly appeared from the direction of the trickle charger, holding two powercells over his shoulders. “What’s with her?” he asked, looking after Jack’s quickly receding back.

Gyn glanced away from the girl to Riddick’s face. “She wants to come.”

“Did you tell her she can’t?” he asked, stepping onto he lowered hatch.

Gyn nodded. “Yeah. She knows. She heard us in the supply shop when we arrived.”

“Shit. Wish she hadn’t heard that,” he finally muttered after a long silence. He slid the two powercells into place and twist locked them in their sockets.

“You do have a bit of a heart in there, don’t you,” she said.

His face hardened. “I have a conscious. It ain’t a good one, to say the least, but its there.” He turned to the power board. “Six to go,” he said, effectively changing the subject.

Deciding not to pursue it, Gyn went along with Riddick’s subject change. “How long before the other six are done?”

He glanced at his wrist watch. “Two, three hours at the least. The next two are close to done. Twenty minutes left on them.”

“Damn. That merc has to be close by now,” Gyn replied, gazing out at the sky. The bright sun burned her eyes and she quickly turned away.

“Hungry?” he asked, stepping so close to her she could feel his heat.

Yeah, I’m hungry, she thought to herself, unconsciously shifting closer to him. But not for food. She looked up at him and reached over to hit the hatch button. It began to close and she lifted her goggles away from her eyes and tossed them towards the front of the large transporter.
“Hungry?” she whispered.

Riddick felt himself harden at the blatantly sexual look in Gyn’s silver eyes. “Not hungry, hm?” he asked, sliding a large hand behind her back and pulling her flush against him.

She slid her left hand into his back pocket and her right arm around his neck. “Oh, I’m very hungry,” she murmured, licking her lips. “Are you hungry?”

He tried to answer but all that escaped his mouth was a low growl and he crushed his mouth over hers, devouring her lips. Their teeth clashed and he thrust his tongue between her lips, drawing a ragged moan from her throat as she lifted up on her toes to press her body more fully against his.

“Christen the ship,” she ground out when they surfaced for breath.

He growled some sort of reply before diving back down to her mouth. “I want to rip off your clothes,” he groaned.

“Don’t,” she whispered. “This is my last shirt. You ruined the last three already. Last pants, too.”

“I’ll buy you more,” he answered, drawing his shiv.

Gyn felt the sharp blade slide delicately up the length of her arm and instead of being frightened she was turned on. “I have a better idea,” she growled. She began backing him up towards one of the sleeping quarters and when the backs of his knees hit the cot she gave him a light shove, effectively sitting him down.

He tried to pull her down with him but she pushed his hands away and took a few steps back. Then she very slowly turned her back to him and began lifting her shirt over her head.

Riddick swallowed hard as Gyn began to slowly strip for him, her lithe body moving in a slow, sensual dance as she toed off her boots and slowly peeled her pants away from her legs.

“This is definitely better,” he managed to whisper around the lump in his throat.

When she was completely nude, and he could see the smattering of silvery scars that covered large portions of her body, she slid over to him on silent feet and placed her hand in the center of his chest, pushing lightly. He complied to her silent demand by laying down on his back
and she crawled up over him so she was straddling his hard thighs.

She leaned down and licked his neck, a low purr erupting from deep in her throat. A sort of growling purr escaped his own throat as she grabbed his shirt and pulled it up. Riddick lifted just enough to allow her to slip the shirt over his head and she tossed it in the general direction of her clothes.

Gyn bent double and placed her tongue near his navel and began licking a line up the center of his rippled stomach to his chest. She continued the slow, wet line until she reached his mouth, where she teased him with little nips, not allowing him to kiss her fully.

Her hands were busy at his belt and the clasp of his pants and she slowly rolled them away from his skin. Then she was rearing up over him and sliding down on his hard shaft, a loud groan emanating from both their mouths.

Riddick arched beneath her and grabbed her hips in his large hands. She felt his calluses rasp over her smooth skin as they set a pounding rhythm that had both of them panting.

With a feral growl, Riddick rolled Gyn beneath him and used his arms to push them to the edge of the cot so he could place his still booted feet on the floor. The cot was raised high off the floor and Gyn sat up, wrapping her legs around his waist.

He pumped into her wildly until they both screamed their relief and fell back onto the cot, Riddick twisting so he wouldn’t land on her.

“Whoa,” she breathed, collapsing fully across his broad chest.

“Some christening,” he murmured, absently running his hand through her short hair.

“Yeah,” she agreed.

Neither had anything to say, both knowing this time together would end shortly. So they stayed in a comfortable silence, listening to one anothers’ breathing.

The merc would arrive soon and the cells would be powered up and they’d be on their way, and parting soon.

Gyn listened to the strong beating of Riddick’s heart beneath her ear and sighed, closing her eyes.

She didn’t like the way he made her feel safe. But only because she liked it so much.

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