“Moan.”
send me moan and I'll generate a number
twenty-one: your muse blindfolds mine
"Racking my brain as to the reason I agreed to this." The tone in her voice had clearly been one of irritation as Riddick fitted the cloth over her eyes. A makeshift blindfold.
"You couldn't turn down a challenge." He tied it once, doing so again a second time before stepping away from her and over to where he had his shivs sitting.
"It's not much of a challenge when we both know I can do it."
"I've yet to see you do so, hence the act between us now."
She rolled her eyes, standing with her arms twining across her chest, Ammit gave a low huff of annoyance and waited for him. "Well?"
Holding one of them by their handle, Riddick threw the shiv in her direction. The sound of the blade whipping past her ear, cutting the air, Ammit had turned in the direction the blade was moving and caught it with ease. Holding it between her fingers, the deity turned back to him just as he threw it's pair in her direction and it missed her. Not because she dodged it, though because she was no longer standing where he'd seen her last.
The Furyan only felt his back meeting the pavement, and a pressure against his chest, hands gripping her thigh as he caught recognition of Ammit pressing her knee to his chest. He growled looking up at her, she had the blade pressed closer to his throat than he would have liked honestly. She brought her vacant hand to the ends of the cloth hindering her from seeing, undoing it and tossing it away to the side.
Goggles removed from his head he was staring up at eyes that were well on it's way a darker green than they had been just moments prior to this. A smirk on his lips aware of it's significance.
"Satisfied?"
It wasn't as difficult a task as it might have been for someone else that wasn't the Alpha Furyan. But hands placed in just the right way and he had the shiv out of her grasp, holding it to the hem of her shirt then, just beginning to tear.
"Not yet."
