muse_corral | Meme Continuation

[ooc; Continued from here]

[Whether she admits it or not, she does find herself mildly impressed with him. It definitely made the situation worth the trouble. A human who lived up his reputation was always a treat, especially when she got to take advantage of the situation.]

I was more than willing to keep playing the role of doctor, but you forced my hand a bit earlier than I would have liked.

[Obviously his legs would need some restraining otherwise, he's just keep fighting. Thus metal shackles appear around his ankles, bolted down to the floor.]

I should probably finish the examination, though I'll be sure to be thorough this time.

[...He's not sure if he likes the sound of that sentence or not.]

I wouldn't push your luck...

Luck? [Her sounds light and amused at first but quickly turns dark when she speaks again.] Luck has nothing to do with it.

[While she could easily whisk away his clothes if she so desired. Physically removing them seemed like more fun. Thus a small blade appears in her hand in a flash of light.]

I do hope, you're not attached to that shirt of yours.

[She says with a laugh. She merely lifts an amused eyebrow and thick metal shackles appear on his arms.]

[He's thinking that he's putting two and two together now.]

...Not in the habit of asking for these things I take it?

That's an amusing question considering you resort to violence before knowing what you're dealing with.

[She might have offered, if someone hadn't just tried to kill her.]

I guess we are both creatures of habit in some respects, eh?

That's just how I like to play the game.

[He smiles and rolls his neck, never breaking eye contact with her. Already, he's trying to figure out ways on how to break out of these.]

So what are you?

[Indeed that causes her smirk and she waves the small blade dismissively.]

I can read your thoughts Riddick. Being a goddess has its benefits.

[Giving him a look that indicted she was aware he was trying to get loose. Though good luck trying to get out of shackles with no locks on them and which hugged the skin so that they couldn't slide.]

I'll remove your bindings when I'm done.

[She replied moving forward to remove that shirt of his.]

Edited 2011-05-03 08:58 (UTC)

Goddess... Haven't heard that one before.

[Though, she was able to make these appear out of nowhere... So there was some merit to what she was saying. He watched carefully as she approached with the knife. He wouldn't resist for the moment, and did his best to relax even though he suspected that knife might end up in his body somewhere if he wasn't careful.]

Your planet wasn't one that I was worshiped on. But we are out there among you humanoid mortals. It's a vast Universe after all.

[She couldn't really help be amused as she grabbed the bottom of his shirt and began to cut it off. The knife slicing through the fabric like it would through hot butter. She was slow about it, a sadistic gleam in her eye showing how she was beginning to enjoy herself again.]

[He watches with curiosity as she begins to remove his clothes.]

...If you like cutting clothes that much... I'd be interested in seeing how you get when you take it to someone's throat.

Oh I'm not one to slit throats usually. Too messy. I find a clean break is quicker, yet hands on enough to be satisfying. My son is more the sort to want to draw blood.

[She looks amused as she mentions her son's nature. She had raised quite a sadist in him. Though he wasn't the topic at hand. She was much more interested in stripping Riddick down to reveal those hard earned muscles of his. Quite a specimen, she was certainly going to enjoy examining him.]

Shame. You look like you can handle that knife pretty well.

[As his shirt became loose, he simply shrugged his shoulders, attempting to get the loose fabric off.]

Ah well, I've had quite a long time to pick up skills I rarely use.

[She tosses the blade into the air and it vanishes in small flash, before she moves around him to remove the loose cut shirt entirely.

This gives her the opportunity to look over his torso, lightly running her fingers across the skin of his back.]

You take quite a beating don't you?

[She asks noting he isn't without marks and scars from his many escapades throughout the galaxy.]

...Me and pain are old friends.

[There's a few too many for him to know what belongs to what anymore. As she explores his torso, he turns his head, following her. When she's in a blind spot, he tries to use reflections to watch her.]

[She finds herself amused by that remark, but she doesn't doubt his words. Seeing was believing after all. Still behind him, she leans forward to speak directly in his ear.]

I don't doubt that, but it is more fun to inflict that pain onto others right?

[Her hand moved across the back of his shoulders, making sure her fingers traced over the contours of the muscles.]

Perhaps you'd like to strike a bargain? I bet I am capable of giving you something you desire.

[Despite the suggestiveness of her words, there was another desire in which she was speaking of. One that she knew even he craved.]

I don't ask much. Just your cooperation and I'll give you, your freedom from this prison.

That's what they tell me.

[The suggestion brings a pause before he slowly turns his head.]

Sounds like a good deal. I can trust you to... Cut me loose?

[She leans forward to rest her chin on his shoulder, before speaking again.]

I always honor my deals, Riddick. So do we have a deal?

[She lightly rest her hands on his shoulder blades as brushes her lips against his neck as she gave him a light warning.]

And mind you, I can tell if you're lying.

[With a smile on his face, he turns to look at her.]

If I am allowed to get creative myself... Sure.

[She chuckles as the shackles holding him, disappear into thin air.]

It's more fun that way, right?

[He flexes his arms a bit, glad to have them free.]

Where did you want to start?

[She moves fully around him and goes to grasp his shoulders. All into his personal space at this point, she brushes her lips against his chin as she keeps her gaze on him.]

Oh how about here?

[She takes the initiative to press a kiss to his lips experimentally.]

[Not a bad start, if a bit of a slow one for him. He obliges her, placing an arm around her waist and pulling her close. Naturally he returns the kiss in full force, being forward enough to push his tongue against her lips.

Really, he had enough patience for the times when it was needed. This was not one of those times.]

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