Gyn Wolf's Story: Chpater Three- For the Love of Hygiene
Riddick gathered all his stuff together and shoved it in his duffel bag. Gyn was still meditating and he needed to get some stuff together. He grabbed a piece of paper and scribbled a note on it; “Getting supplies. Back in thirty minutes.”
With that, he pushed the button to open the ship gate and stepped out into the hot air. The little out of the way planet, as you could call it, was sparsely populated and people kept to their own here. That’s why Riddick had chosen it as his home base of sorts. Mining colonies dotted the surface of the planet and people from Earth to Trys-Ornay could be found here.
He walked to a supply stand at a leisurely pace, not worried about being in a hurry. It would only take him about ten minutes to get the supplies. He’d said he’d be back in thirty though so he could get his head together. Gyn intrigued him in a way no other woman ever had. Even Fry had fallen short of peaking his complete curiosity. He’d never run from what he’d felt for Fry either. He’d run from Gyn though. Twice now.
With her senses she could read him the same way he read people. He was attracted to her, to the way she moved, to her strength. Her voice. He wondered what she thought of him. Did she think of him at all? He shook his head like shaking off the thought. It didn’t matter. He just needed her help and that was it. Nothing else.
With his head back in order, he strode into the supply store and began picking up different items. He held Gyn’s torn clothes in his hand so he could find her some clothes in her own size. He grabbed two pairs of black cargo pants and a couple shirts along with a parka. Never knew what the weather was going to be like where they were going. Never know where you’re going either, for that matter. As an after thought he grabbed himself another pair of pants and a shirt along with socks for them both. You have to take care of your feet.
He had plenty of soap and the such on board the ship. Now he just needed drinking water, some food, preferably non-perishable, and... he paused to think. Something else he needed. Right. Toothbrush for Gyn. He was sure she’d appreciate it.
He took his items to the stand owner and paid for it, not bothering to say anything to the man. He hiked around the homesteader spread. It was a mess of tin and twig buildings. Busted prowler pod ships littered the ground with tents strapped on to them for one purpose or the other, turned into half baked living quarters. Small, dirty children played in sand pits, attempting to build forts but unable to because the sand wouldn’t stick together without water. He hiked to his own humble abode and looked around. An inch of dust covered everything.
He walked over to his cooler and checked it. Warm. The generator had been off since he left so he figured it would be. He wondered if he should open the freezer box and take a look inside. He’d left some food in there... three weeks ago. Either it had been stolen or it had come to life and escaped... but if it was still there it might just be wandering around in there, reproducing itself.
He braced himself and opened it up, half expecting a steak and a hunk of cheese to be getting on a poker game in there. He flinched and stepped back away from the smell. His sensitive nose was assaulted by the aroma of rotted meat and dairy products. He closed the door and picked up the box, hauling it outside. He dug a hole and dumped the rotting contents into it, burying it. He wished someone had stolen the food. He walked over to his water tanks and used the hose to wash out the box and then he hauled it back inside and plugged it in.
When that was in order he went outside and tinkered with his generator. It started up with a little oil and some gas and soon he had the place at least decent to live in if not to look at.
Riddick checked his watch. He needed to be back to the ship in five minutes. He headed back across the dusty camp and arrived back in time to see Gyn tugging on the t-shirt she’d been wearing, her back turned to him.
She turned around as he entered and gazed at him curiously. She glanced at the two bags he was holding. “Supplies?” she questioned. “Yup. For you.” He held out one of the bags to her.
She fixed him with a mock coy look. “For lil ole me?” she asked sweetly, batting her eyes at him.
Riddick couldn’t help but laugh. “Uh huh. For you. I hope they fit.”
Gyn game him a small smile, careful of her split lips. She took the bag and reached inside, taking out the pants and shirts, along with the socks. She looked at him with relief. “The gods have surely blessed me,” she said jokingly.
“Oh, yeah? How do you figure?” he asked.
“I’ve been saved from Hell by a con with a heart.” One corner of her mouth kicked up. “I think we’ll get along just fine.”
“Jack said you know your way around Slam, too,” he said, regarding her carefully.
Gyn clenched her jaw and looked down into the bag in her hands. She nodded slowly before looking up at him. “Yeah. I did my time, most of it, in any case.”
“Escapee? Like me?”
“Yeah. I was there for a while. Four years. I found Jack lookin’ for my brother and my sister. I was twenty-four when they locked me up. I was in the pit most of the time I was there.” She didn’t look like she wanted to talk about it much. “You were in the pit, too, weren’t you? That’s why you got the shine job.”
Riddick pushed his goggles up. He didn’t need them in the ship’s dark interior. “Yeah. That’s why.”
“I’m glad you got out,” she murmured. Then she turned on her heal and walked into the other room leaving him alone, thinking about what she’d said and what it might mean.
In the other room, Gyn pulled off Riddick’s baggy t-shirt and pants along with her boots and socks and underwear. She tossed the rumpled clothes in the bag and pulled on the clean pants and shirt. Perfect fit. Riddick had a good eye. She tugged on clean socks and her boots then left the room. Riddick was nowhere in site but she saw his clothes in a pile on the floor and guessed that he must have bought himself something as well. The door was open and she stepped out into the sun. It was bright; brighter than on Trys-Ornay, or anywhere else she’d been and her eyes burned. She wished she had a pair of goggles like Riddick’s.
Shading her eyes from the sun, Gyn glanced around. Riddick was on top of the ship looking around. She climbed up to him easily enough, but regretted it when she got there, feeling exhausted from the effort. He was dressed much the same as her, all black from tank top to cargo pants to boots. His muscled physique glistened under the hot sun and Gyn fought the need to lick him again.
Riddick smelled and heard Gyn before he saw her. “I have something else for you,” he said, not looking at her.
“What’s that?”
“Go look in the other bag. It’s is by the pilot’s chair.”
Gyn reluctantly climbed back down from the ship’s roof and walked inside, her eyes instantly relieved. She found the bag he was talking about and inside was a toothbrush. She sat on the floor just staring at it, almost in disbelief. Than she laughed to herself and stumbled into the bathroom. She turned on the tiny sink and found the toothpaste, then she brushed her teeth with the same sort of relish one might savor good food or wine. She must have sat there brushing her teeth for ten minutes before Riddick came looking for her and found her happily foaming away.
He laughed at her and she spit out her mouthful of toothpaste to grin at him with now white teeth, her strange canines glowing mintily. “Oh, God, Riddick,” she said a little breathlessly. “After two and a half weeks of no hygiene, you have no idea how wonderful that felt. I thank you wholeheartedly.” She reached up and touched his jaw tenderly. Realizing what she’d just done, she pulled away.
They stared at each other for a moment and then Riddick reached out and grabbed her, mindful of her ribs. He pressed her against his chest with his hands on the small of her back. Her hands rested on his chest and she stared up at him. He then lowered his begoggled head and kissed her, brushing his lips against hers hungrily. She groaned and he growled and deepened the kiss, taking her mouth fiercely, his tongue thrusting between her lips.
She ran her tongue along his lips and teeth and wrapped her arms around his neck, running her fingers over his shaved head.
Riddick pushed her back against the wall and lifted her up until her feet were clear off the ground. She wrapped her legs around his hips and felt how much he wanted her through their pants. She ground herself against him and he gasped. They stared at each other for a moment and she pushed his goggles away, wanting to see his eyes.
They were intense, the silver orbs reflecting her face. Their breathing was labored, hearts pounding loudly in the silence. Gyn was sure he could smell her desire because she could smell his. Her ribs and back were throbbing but she didn’t care.
Keeping his eyes on hers, Riddick lowered his head again a fraction of an inch, letting her make the next move. She growled and pulled his head down to hers, kissing him deeply. She slid her mouth away from his and bit his neck then soothed the supposed wound with her tongue, licking him as she’d wanted to do since early that morning. Then she put her tongue to the cut below his eye, licking away the blood and salt of his skin.
Riddick pulled away from her. “Not her,” he ground out from between his teeth. “This deserves a better place than a dirty bathroom sink in my rat hole of a ship.”
He lowered her until her boots were planted firmly on the floor and they gathered together the rest of the ship’s supplies that he hadn’t left at his shack/cabin. He guided her to the little building and once they were inside he pushed his goggles up and grinned at her wolfishly.
She dropped the bag she was holding and stepped towards him, grinning as well.
She knew what she was doing, and with who, and she didn’t care.