"Where's my little housewife?" Riddick called from the mouth of the cave with a cocky smirk.
"You're hallucinating again, Richard. You don't have a housewife." I called back from my station at the fire so that the stew didn't burn. "Pretty sure you don't have a wife at all."
"Let's see, you always have something hot for me to eat. You keep the pelts clean. You check me over for any injuries when I get back, and if I am injured, you doctor me up, all nice like. We fuck every night-" I cut off his list with a hiss.
"Richard!"
"-You're practically my wife in everything but name, baby girl." He finished with a grin. "Smells good. How do you get it to smell and taste so good?"
"The lichen around here works wonders. I looked around for any hardy herbs that wouldn't poison us, and there's some kind of root vegetable that grows around here." I shrugged. "You're a hunter, I'm a gatherer." He pulled me into an embrace and kissed my temple.
"Sexy and smart. Did I get lucky or what?" He purred into my hair.
"Yes, yes. Get off, before the stew burns." I chastised jokingly.
"Let it burn, then." He muttered stubbornly. His frostbitten face was buried in the crook of my neck. I wriggled an arm free to stir the stew, even while he was having his weird moment. Been about five years, and I still don't get him. I know it goes beyond just liking how I smell, but I still don't get him. The psychological study saying you get to know someone after four years of dating was wrong. Hell, I've been sleeping with him for five years, and all I've really gathered that I can understand is that his stamina is through the roof, and he likes my cooking.
"In any case, even if I am your wife in all but name, I'm still not a housewife." I brought up our original conversation. "...I'm more of a cavewife." I deadpanned. I was rewarded by his booming laughter against my shoulder.
"You really are cute sometimes, you know?" He teased, finally letting go of me. I almost whimpered from the loss of contact. Maybe he does it to get warm. I thought absently.
"Not cute." I wrinkled my nose. "Call me cute again and see if you get dinner tonight." I eyed him. His smirk didn't drop. It was hard to spot with the beard but I knew it was there. Cocky shit knows I'm not gonna make him go without. "Anyway, were you able to bring back any more game?"
"Yeah. After we eat, we can get it prepped." He sat back onto some stone he had practically claimed for himself on the opposite side of the fire.
"Gotcha." I nodded, bopping my head to some distant tune in my head, barely aware that I was humming.
"Why don't you sing anymore? Haven't heard you in a long time." He asked suddenly, startling me slightly.
"Dunno, just can't remember any words lately. The melody, not that hard to remember, but the words are are a different matter all together." I shrugged it off but noticed the frown marring his brow.
"If I remember a song, I'll sing for you. Okay?" I tried to sooth him. His answering nod was the best I'd get at the moment. I sighed. "Anyway, dinner's ready." I carefully dished out the stew into our bowls made from some animal's skulls and handed him his first before I even ladled mine out.
"Always taking care of me." He commented absently as I sat down at his feet, leaning against his leg. His free hand was in my hair as he gulped and chewed his food.
"It's what I'm good at." I chuckled. "I take care of my man." I almost froze when I realized what I'd said. I took a gulp of my food, trying to ignore my growing unease. His hand had ceased combing through my hair, and some part of me worried I had overstepped my boundaries.
"I've been waiting a long time for you to call me that." He chuckled before setting his empty bowl down. "What took so long?"
"Didn't know the beast was so anxious to be collared." I commented lightly.
"Just so long as you realize it goes both ways, I'm content." His voice was a near growl, signalling me to finish my food. His mood had shifted, and I was going to feel it in the morning. Just like every morning. I gave one last swallow and set my bowl aside before turning to the beast of a man staring at me with a sort of hunger. I carefully stood up, backing away from him slowly.
"Richard...?" I tried to placate. "We still haven't cleaned the game yet." I edged around the fire, his eyes following my every move.
"It'll keep. It's pretty cold out there." He stood up, mimicking my speed of movement, getting ready to corner me. I felt a spike in my belly at what was coming next. He lunged for me, growling playfully. I shrieked in response and took off further into the cave, where our mound of pelts were. I banked a hard right, trying to avoid the grabby hands that almost had my hips. I heard his rumbling laughter as he continued to give chase. It didn't last much longer. I was cornered. His arms wrapped around my waist, and hoisted me up into the air. I gave a shrieking giggle as I flailed pathetically.
"Put me down!" I cried. "Put me down, you beast!" He tossed me into the furs, giving me a playful smirk. I huffed.
"You said put you down." He teased before shedding his clothes, and I followed his lead. Some may argue that that wouldn't be the brightest idea, but when we burrowed into the furs and pelts of our bed, we didn't need clothes. We shared body heat.
He climbed into our bed and pulled me under his body. With one hand cradling my head, snared in my hair, the other was teasing the skin at the apex of my thighs. I let out a whimper as his fingers began to slick themselves with my arousal.
"Already ready for me, baby girl?" He gave a heated kiss.
"Aren't I always?" I retorted breathlessly between kisses. He chuckled into a kiss before sliding one finger inside. My breath hitched and my hands found purchase on his muscled biceps. I moaned lowly and he purred in satisfaction.
"Never ceases to amaze me how tight you are." He practically groaned into my shoulder. He added a second digit, causing my grip on his arms to tighten.
"Richard, please." I whimpered. My hips bucked against his warm hand.
"Please what?" He crooned while adding a third, causing me to buck harder. "What do you need, baby girl?"
"Please... Take me." I plead. I didn't have to ask twice. The fingers were removed, only to be replaced by a thick mushroom shaped head. I wriggled, almost ready to sob with need. He thrust forward, impaling me in one swift motion. I gave a strangled scream of relief. I didn't have time to take a deep breath before he set a punishing pace. The air grew thick with the scent of sex, and the sounds of skin slapping against skin and moans from both parties, punctuated by his curses and grunted dirty talk. Riddick wasn't remiss with details though. His hands teased and tweaked my breasts, never letting up for a moment.
I felt that cliff of euphoria rapidly approaching and my hands that had wandered to his back dug in, leaving scratches down his tanned back, mingling with the other scratches I had left in nights previous. He gave a resounding growl that reverberated through my entire being. I answered with an undignified mewl as his teeth sank into my shoulder, renewing the mark that never really left my person in five years; only changed slightly, as scars were interlaced with each other since he started breaking skin. He gave a few more thrusts before warmth flooded my womb. Everything whited out.
I woke with my head on his chest, feeling pleasantly sore and relaxed. He was playing with a lock of my hair, and I gave a contented purr.
"You're always so sensitive to me." His voice gave the impression of smugness.
"You always say that." I chuckled.
"It's always true." He gave a shrug, displacing me slightly. I nuzzled into his neck, only to stop and stare at his shoulder.
"That's new." I eyed the bite mark. "Did I do that?" I carefully traced over the scabbed wound with a gentle finger. I had drawn blood in my lust hazed mind, and it seemed his new wound was sensitive. He sucked in a breath before rolling himself on top of me and pinning my hips down with his own.
"Yes you did." His voice dropped even lower than usual in a mix between a purr and growl. His member began to harden against me, and I saw the lustful glimmer into eyes. "You should do it more often."
"Damn, how do you always have so much energy?" I breathed in false exasperation. He answered with a chuckle before dipping down for another kiss.
"Stay by me!" He called as we jumped from rock to rock. The ship was coming toward us at an alarming rate. I pumped my legs with vigor, almost running ahead of my larger counterpart. Adrenalin was coursing through my veins as nets began getting speared into the ground as we dodged and weaved from them. We had managed to make it to the large mountain with a huge system of caves, the biggest having swooping arches of stone.
"Took 'em long enough, but what tipped them off?" I shouted over the roar of the wind. He grabbed my hand and jerked me in front of himself as one of the harpoons for the net caught his leg. He pulled the spear from his leg and growled.
"Don't know. You go that way. We'll take down the gunners once they move in." He instructed.
"Got it." I nodded before leaping and climbing up the walls of the cave, leaving him to lure them in. By the time they had entered the cave, I was already in waiting. They'd never see me coming. The ship came into view, and I watched them turn on their headlights, hoping to catch a peek of us. Riddick was hiding behind a coincidentally perfect shaped rock. He looked my way and nodded. Just as he cut the gunner on his side loose, I moved quickly to cut the other free, but snap his neck so that he couldn't alert them to my presence. I quickly climbed up, onto the ship, crouching low by Riddick. He waited for the next merc to get into perfect position for snatching. I held in a giggle as he dropped the guy.
He ushered me forward. "Stay right here until it's safe. Gonna get some information from this guy. Then we'll be off." I nodded obediently. He smirked under his beard.
"Maybe next planet can be warmer. Still say you look off with all this hair." I teased quietly. I couldn't be sure, but I thought he might have rolled his eyes.
He jumped down silently. I sat at the top of the door, listening to his sinful baritone. "You made three mistakes. First: you took the job. Second: you came in light. A four man crew for me? Fucking insulting. For the both of us? It's way beyond insulting. Fucking humiliating. But the worst mistake you made: empty gun rack." There was a scuffle and a thump against the roof of the hull. "What's the bounty on our heads?"
"One mil." A greasy voice answered. A thump. "Ah! One point five. Each."
"What slam pays one point five for a convict and his partner?" He sounded a bit accusing.
"Private party." The merc corrected. There was a tearing of cloth. "Hey, hey, hey! Hey! Got it, got it! Easy! Anonymous. That's what the sheet said."
Riddick was getting impatient with the idiot. "What planet!" He snarled loudly.
"Helion Prime..." The merc I knew as Toombs gritted his teeth in defeat. There was a beat of silence before it sounded like the idiot had tried to get up. The singing of a blade through air.
"Whoa, where are you going?" There was a frown in his voice. It soon turned thoughtful. "Last question; and you better get this one right, merc. Who's ship is this?"
"Mine?" I thought I smelled urine in the air and grimaced. There was a shout as Riddick tossed him out of the ship.
"Baby girl, get in here. We're heading out." He called.
"Yes, dear." I sang playfully, swinging myself in from the door frame. I swung right into his waiting arms as he closed the hatch and gave me a frostbitten kiss. He buried his face into my neck and took a deep breath before releasing me to work at the controls.
"Hang on to something. I might be a little rusty." He instructed as he took command of the ship.
"Aye, captain." I joked, latching onto the back of his chair.
Guess our winter wonderland vacation had to end sometime.
Riddick
I'd just gotten the autopilot set to Helion Prime and was getting things ready for the two of us to settle into cryo sleep when my mind started to wander.
Knew they'd come for us... Took 'em five years, but I knew.
Ya don't expect these mercs to have any honor. Any code.
But this new bounty... From a holy man. The guy who's neck I saved.
I clapped on the cryo brace, watched the chemicals mix in the tubes.
Well, lesson learned. No such word as friend.
Can only end bad when you let someone get too close. A mental chuckle.
Bad for them.
I turned to see Sam mimicking my movements in her harnessed seat, getting the cryo brace on and ready to be put to sleep. She's the exception. Always taking care of me. Always ready to move at my pace, as if it's her own.
Friend doesn't accurately describe her. I jokingly call her my housewife, but am I really far off? Mate.
We locked eyes for a moment, and she gave a smile before resting back in her chair, closing her eyes.
So now, it's back to all the brightness. And everything we hate. Wonder if she'll be there?
Her heartbeat never truly slowed. Nor did her breathing. Maybe she's awake too.
They say most of your brain shuts down in cryo sleep.
"-brain shuts down in cryo sleep." A voice echoed my musings.
All but the primitive side.
"All but the primitive side." Again, the voice mimicked. I turned my eyes toward Sam to find her staring up at the ceiling boredly. She was just as awake as I was.
The animal side.
"The Furyan side." The voice corrected. I turned my chair to see a strange portal sort of thing. The land there was riddled with tombstones. A woman was coming closer to me as she spoke.
"Some of us still remember the true crime that happened here, on Furya. Your mate remembers; and once you wake, truly wake, you'll remember, too." Her hand came closer to my chest and I was unable to move, the cryo sleep serum still in my veins.
I was jerked to full waking by the ship being jerked about by another vessel. The light inhibitors were torn off of the windows causing me turn away from the blinding light. I heard a growling hiss and looked up to see my smaller counterpart trying to curl in on herself, away from the light. I jerked on my goggles to better see as we both disengaged from our cryo braces.
What the fuck is it now?
