{"id":151,"date":"2022-10-17T22:52:28","date_gmt":"2022-10-18T02:52:28","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.ardath-rekha.com\/wips\/?p=151"},"modified":"2023-01-14T14:12:36","modified_gmt":"2023-01-14T19:12:36","slug":"the-slow-burn-chapter-7","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.ardath-rekha.com\/wips\/the-slow-burn-chapter-7\/","title":{"rendered":"The Slow Burn, Chapter 7"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><b>Title:<\/b> The Slow Burn<br \/>\n<b>Chapter:<\/b> 7 of ?<br \/>\n<b>Fandom:<\/b> Pitch Black<br \/>\n<b>Synopsis:<\/b> This is a reworked version of chapter 7 (formerly chapter 6) of <i>The Slow Burn<\/i>, which was my first attempt at fan fiction. It was semi-successful, but I stopped writing it after I found my real calling with Apprentice. Now I\u2019m revisiting it. The story adds an original character to the group of survivors, and this time around I\u2019m trying to strip away any and all Mary Sue qualities she possessed. In this heavily reworked chapter, Riddick is surprised by an unexpected opportunity.<\/p>\n<input type='hidden' bg_collapse_expand='6a8e6787e35659026399821' value='6a8e6787e35659026399821'><input type='hidden' id='bg-show-more-text-6a8e6787e35659026399821' value='This story has, overall, an X rating, and is derived from an R-rated movie. By clicking on this link to access the story, you are declaring that you are 18 years of age or older, and that this content is not illegal in your place of residence.'><input type='hidden' id='bg-show-less-text-6a8e6787e35659026399821' value='Hide the story again.'><button id='bg-showmore-action-6a8e6787e35659026399821' class='bg-showmore-plg-button bg-green-button  '   style=\" color:#D9ECFB;\">This story has, overall, an X rating, and is derived from an R-rated movie. By clicking on this link to access the story, you are declaring that you are 18 years of age or older, and that this content is not illegal in your place of residence.<\/button><div id='bg-showmore-hidden-6a8e6787e35659026399821' ><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;margin-bottom: 20px\"><b>7.<br \/><u>Riddick: Face To Face With an Angel<\/u><\/b><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-indent:.25in\">Riddick stared in amazement as the girl approached him. She put a package of cotton pads down, the little round things his foster sisters had used to apply something they called \u201ctoner\u201d to their faces, resting it on his thigh as if it was the most normal thing in the \u2019verse to do, and began to struggle with the top of her vodka bottle. <\/p>\n<p style=\"text-indent:.25in\">\u201cThat\u2019ll make me more thirsty, not less,\u201d he commented. It was hard to hide his amused disbelief. <\/p>\n<p style=\"text-indent:.25in\">\u201cIt\u2019s not for drinking,\u201d she muttered, wrestling the top off. \u201cIt\u2019s for your cuts. Closest thing to rubbing alcohol or hydrogen peroxide I could find. Shame we lost the bloody med-locker.\u201d <\/p>\n<p style=\"text-indent:.25in\"><i>Smart girl.<\/i> He looked her over again. She was all business now, opening up the package of cotton pads and taking one out, then soaking it in the alcohol. He could study her at his leisure while she worked. Her skin glistened with perspiration from the hot suns. She\u2019d put her hair up rather haphazardly, and he felt a sudden, intense urge to run his fingers along her throat and bury them in her hair. The alcohol on his wounds was cold on his skin and stinging in his cuts, which somehow enhanced, rather than diminished, the arousal he suddenly felt. His pants had become uncomfortably tight; he wondered if she noticed. <\/p>\n<p style=\"text-indent:.25in\">\u201cYou never told me your name,\u201d he murmured huskily. <\/p>\n<p style=\"text-indent:.25in\">She looked up at him, meeting his unprotected eyes for the first time. A lot of people flinched away when they saw his shine job, but a look of amazement crept across her face instead. \u201cFiona Cavanaugh. And you\u2019re Richard Riddick.\u201d <\/p>\n<p style=\"text-indent:.25in\">He let his voice drop lower, letting some of his arousal show. \u201cDelighted to meet you.\u201d <\/p>\n<p style=\"text-indent:.25in\">She seemed to completely miss the innuendoes he was sending her way, but for the first time since the crash, he saw her smile. It was a wan smile, but a real one. \u201cA pleasure.\u201d <\/p>\n<p style=\"text-indent:.25in\">\u201cYou do realize that you\u2019re going to get in trouble with Johns again,\u201d he told her. <\/p>\n<p style=\"text-indent:.25in\">\u201cFuck him,\u201d she muttered, soaking another cotton pad. <\/p>\n<p style=\"text-indent:.25in\">\u201cI\u2019d rather not. He\u2019s not really my type. You, on the other hand\u2026\u201d <\/p>\n<p style=\"text-indent:.25in\">That actually got a hint of a laugh out of her. \u201cI am <i>not<\/i> fucking him.\u201d <\/p>\n<p style=\"text-indent:.25in\">\u201cThat wasn\u2019t what I was suggesting.\u201d <\/p>\n<p style=\"text-indent:.25in\">Her eyes met his again, and he watched as a flush crept up her cheeks. <i>Now you understand what I\u2019m gettin\u2019 at, babe.<\/i> It was interesting to watch her without the goggles, seeing the movements of her body heat as it shifted across her skin. If he looked carefully, he could almost imagine that he was seeing through her clothes. <\/p>\n<p style=\"text-indent:.25in\">He was gratified to hear the answering huskiness in her voice when she spoke. \u201cTurn your head a little.\u201d He complied, letting her carefully swab the large bruise that the settler woman\u2014he thought he\u2019d heard Fry call her Shazza\u2014had given him on the side of his skull. Gentle as she was, he still winced when she touched it. That one was going to hurt for days. <\/p>\n<p style=\"text-indent:.25in\">But in the meantime\u2026<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-indent:.25in\">He knew he shouldn\u2019t play these games. But it had been way too long since a woman had gotten this close to him, and it was tempting to see how much closer he could convince her to get and what she might be willing to do. Even if being chained up like this was about as far from his erotic fantasies as he could get.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-indent:.25in\">But he didn\u2019t even know if she was old enough for what he had in mind. Felon or not, that was something that mattered to him.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-indent:.25in\"><i>Never mind whether she\u2019s sane enough,<\/i> he reminded himself. <i>Jackass.<\/i><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-indent:.25in\">As she finished tending his wounds, he heard the sound of the merry little group returning. They sounded agitated. <\/p>\n<p style=\"text-indent:.25in\"><i>Way to kill the mood.<\/i> \u201cSounds like they found Zeke\u2019s real killers. You\u2019d better scoot. Don\u2019t want Johns yellin\u2019 at you again, do we?\u201d <\/p>\n<p style=\"text-indent:.25in\">\u201cI don\u2019t want him doing anything to you, either.\u201d <\/p>\n<p style=\"text-indent:.25in\">Riddick smiled at the girl. It was a fierce smile, one that would normally warn people that even chained up he was still very, <i>very<\/i> dangerous. Its effect, however, appeared to be lost on her. \u201cHe won\u2019t. Don\u2019t worry about that.\u201d <\/p>\n<p style=\"text-indent:.25in\">The concern on her face was plain, and it confused the hell out of him. Why did she care so much? \u201cYou sure?\u201d <\/p>\n<p style=\"text-indent:.25in\">She was still close to him. Before he could stop himself, he leaned forward and brushed her lips with his. \u201cI\u2019m sure. Now you\u2019d better go.\u201d <\/p>\n<p style=\"text-indent:.25in\">Now the girl looked a little flustered as she gathered up her makeshift first aid kit and stood, and her scent had changed in a way that made him suspect all of the restraint he was trying to preach to himself was useless. This wasn\u2019t over, for either of them. He heard her release a shaky breath as she started out of the darkened room. <\/p>\n<p style=\"text-indent:.25in\"><i>She feels it, too. If Johns doesn\u2019t kill me in the next few hours, I think this might just be happening.<\/i><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-indent:.25in\">\u201cFiona.\u201d His voice was soft, but brought her to an abrupt halt nonetheless. She turned to look at him. \u201cI\u2019ll see you soon,\u201d he told her, slipping as much promise into the words as he could.<\/p>\n<p><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Title: The Slow Burn Chapter: 7 of ? Fandom: Pitch Black Synopsis: This is a reworked version of chapter 7 (formerly chapter 6) of The Slow Burn, which was my first attempt at fan fiction. 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