Summary: What satisfaction canst thou have?

It had taken more than a year, but they'd finally accomplished their goal. Malcolm Reynolds was free of Belle Reve. A side effect of that accomplishment had been some 'thrilling heroics' as River dryly referred to their actions. But they'd gotten the job done.

Not to say it had been easy, but they hadn't been expecting easy. Dì yù if something ever went right the first time he'd probably drop dead from shock. Leaving after the whole mess was finished was easier said than done but they managed to get away from Waller. Of course she had still been reeling over the fact that none of them had the nano explosives in their necks. They'd done the job without leverage and the conniving woman had no understanding of that. And her higher brain functions had been somewhat impeded by fear. Being within arms reach of a shiv wielding murderer had that effect on folks. Even folks like Waller.

He and River may have accidentally on purpose let that tidbit of information slip after the others had discreetly exited the place. It might have been harder to get away from GQ than Waller really, if GQ had been inclined to keep them in any way, shape or form. The man was too damn observant and, unlike Waller and Flag, not distracted but considering Riddick and River had kept him and a good portion of his team from getting killed he'd turned a blind eye to them slipping away.

Fact of the matter was none of the Purplebellies had any interest in recapturing the Squad at all. If they'd had any inclination towards it, that had all but disappeared in the bar when they'd learned none of the Squad had any reason to take the Enchantress down, other than it being the right thing to do. Odd for a bunch of murderers and thieves but as they'd pointed out, they had to live in the world too. All of them had fought together, patched each other up, guarded each other's backs. Band of brothers Harley had called it. She wasn't wrong.

He'd noticed GQ and Leila had been getting pretty chummy throughout the whole mess and wondered just how much the hidden Browncoat had influenced the Purplebelly. Or if the man had even minded if it hadn't gone unnoticed. Riddick doubted the man would be too worried about it. Leila was an attractive woman and could handle herself. And GQ definitely would appreciate that. The man had seemed to have some Browncoat leanings himself, or at least sympathy for them.

"Alone at last," River sighed as she sank down onto the couch. "Not used to so many people anymore. The rest of the Squad will catch up to us in a few hours. No complications."

"Got room for me over there?" He pushed himself away from the doorjamb, stalking towards her slowly. "Or am I too many people?" Time to find out if she'd been serious when she told him he could've seduced her easily. If she truly wanted him the way he wanted her. If they could be what he'd hoped.

"Lots of room," She gave him a smile and Riddick took a seat next to her, deliberately invading her space.

"Yeah?" He plucked a hairpin from her chignon. "What if I don't want lots of room? What if I like it right here?" He stole another hairpin.

"Could move so you have room," River tilted her head at him.

"No…" Riddick smirked, stealing hairpins. "No I want you right where you are." She hadn't slid away from him down the couch, so he guessed she didn't mind the way he'd pressed against her. "Like it even better if you were closer."

"Can't get any closer," She smiled up at him. "Starting a new collection?"

"Collection," He stole another few hair pins. "Dunno what you mean."

"Hair pins," Dark eyes looked up at him curiously. "Collecting them?"

"Just working on taking your hair down," Riddick grinned as the braided coil began to unwind into separate plaits with the last pin pulled. "Only thing better would be if you weren't wearing all these clothes and I was doing the same thing."

"Doesn't even want a date first?" River tilted her head as he took the end of one braid and began to unravel it.

"Woman, we've been spending more time together in the last year than I've spent with anyone else unless I was locked up with them," He pointed out. "We've fought together, and each other, which is tiān shā de close to the most fun I have ever had with my clothes on. Been through hell and back together." He began to work on her other braid.

"Like sparring with you," She admitted. "Willing, and ready… But not like you…limited experience. Not…innocent…entirely. But not…"

"Not casual about sex huh," He ran his fingers through the dark silk of her hair and pressed his face against her shoulder and nape, breathing in her scent. "This is a bit more than sex don't you think?" Million plat question right there. Everything hung on her answer. He'd never waited this long to have sex with a woman, never gotten to know someone so well before they fell into bed. But then he doubted this woman was someone he'd be bored with after one pump and dump.

"Curious about something," Those dark eyes were direct and obviously expecting honesty.

He hoped it wasn't about the number of women he'd been with or any other awkward conversational topic. He didn't count, mostly because he didn't care. Beyond ensuring he wasn't going to leave a baby in someone's belly he hadn't paid much more attention to the women he'd been with than they'd paid to him. "All right," He nodded slowly.

"Would like you to picture your life, five years from now," River told him. "Who is there? What are you doing?"

"Some boat somewhere, or a slam I'm trying to break out of," Riddick thought of the possibilities. "Like to think of you on the boat, and I sure wouldn't go anywhere else once I escaped a slam."

"Not a bad answer," She half smiled. "Don't care how many women you've had. So long as you don't have any others while you have me."

"Not really planning on it," He stroked his fingers through that long silky hair. "And just for the record… not really into sharing either."

"Possessive," River grinned at him wickedly.

"Yeah, I can be," Riddick agreed. "Made it pretty clear I thought, I go balls deep in you, it's only because you asked me. Sweet-like. You gonna do that?"

He could feel her softening under his hand, tremors of desire and nerves beginning as she looked up at him, "How sweet is sweet-like? Have I not made it clear you are welcome to go…balls deep?"

"That'll do pretty well," He loved the feel of her hair in his hands, that she was letting him take it down. And then getting up the nerve to tell him she wanted him, in her own unique fashion. Woman was one in a million.

"Planning on doing anything else besides play with my hair?" Dark eyes, wide and soft, looking up at him, desire like perfume rising from her skin.

"Yeah," Riddick tugged her into his lap and pulled her close. He doubted he'd be good at it, but he knew a decent woman expected to be kissed before he started to take off her clothes. Just his luck River was the first decent woman he'd met. Before he could do more than bring her closer and slide his hand to the back of her neck, River leaned up against his chest and brushed her lips over his. The liquid fire that began to ignite his veins shocked him in its intensity, "Tián mì de xié 'è tā mā de." He'd thought it would be similar to the sensations he felt anchoring her. In a way it was. But this…

"Doesn't mind kissing?" God that mouth, soft and dark and sweet and he wanted more of it.

"Cào dàn no," He growled and pulled her closer, so she was pressed against his chest before he imitated her and brushed his mouth against hers. "Like it. Ain't done much of it. But yeah, I tā mā de like it."

"Like kissing you," River admitted with that shy smile that made him want to strip her naked. "Wouldn't mind getting naked with you either," She confessed with a blush.

"I could definitely stand to go skin to skin with you," Riddick admitted between kisses. "You feel like having a door and walls between us and the rest of the boat?"

"Don't care, if Riddick doesn't mind someone walking in and seeing them," She had a giggle in her voice as if she knew that would make him crazy. He could care less who saw him bare-arsed but no one was going to see River's skin but him. He'd never been the sharing kind. Even if possessiveness had never been a problem for him before, he'd had nothing to provoke it, now… The idea of anyone seeing his woman while he pleasured her, made her cry out for him alone… Someone would bleed and maybe die and it would not be him or River.

"Point me to a room then," He stood and draped her legs over one arm, keeping the other around her waist so he could inhale the scent of her hair.

"Two doors down, wider bed, locking door," She gestured towards the hall and pressed her mouth to his jaw and down his neck, sharp little teeth tugging on his earlobe and nipping at his jugular.

"Woman, if you want this to last more than five minutes…" He growled and took her mouth, hunger driving him to devour those lips and thrust his tongue against hers. That moan, low and loud, vibrating in her throat, and her scent quickening in his nose. Pushing the door open and locking it behind them ensured no one would walk in and he put her on the bed, "Get your clothes off before I slice them off you."

The shiver that chased over her skin vibrated her scent through the air and he groaned as he began to strip. River's clothes were thrown to the floor nearly as fast as his, only slowing when she got to her underwear, black cotton against that white skin and he nearly ripped through the last of his clothing in his need. "Wǒ cào," He put his knee on the edge of the bed between her legs. "Oh… the things we're gonna do woman."

Damp between her thighs, tits tight and poking out, shuāng rǔ full and lips swollen from his mouth, and she still blushed, "Wants to specify?"

"How about I show you," He put his hands on her knees and pressed them apart, letting his palms slide up those creamy thighs. "Show you just how loud I can make you scream my name." Furyan's bowed to no man but his woman…she'd be worth kneeling for.

"Yes please," River nodded solemnly, a smile curving her lips. "Please and thank you."

Riddick grinned, "The thank you is for after I make you scream."

River nodded again, "Noted. Merely being preemptive. Would like you to sex me now. Please."

"Oh yeah, you are definitely my favorite person in the 'verse," He grinned down at her before dropping a kiss on the soft skin of her inner thigh. "Been wondering how you'd taste for damn near a year now." Soft gasping moans, then screams, of his name and he had his answer.

Delicious.

Author's Note: So this isn't quite the end. We've got bit more. Nothing major but I am tying up loose ends. This chapter occurs immediately after Chapter Thirteen of Doesn't Mean Our Brains Will Change. I know it's odd but this really started out as a small one to three shot story. I had no intention of writing through Suicide Squad when I began. I might not have if folks hadn't started asking about it so if we're assigning blame here…

Or credit, I'm really not sure how to categorize it.

But we have another three chapters of this, then two one shots. And then I think we're done unless I get hit with something really interesting.

Once we're all posted here I've got another Riverick fic pretty much finished and in need of edits and then posting and several more I'm working on. Including a small fic in the Chains 'verse. So I'm afraid you'll be hearing from me for a while.

Chinese Translations:

Dì yù (hell)

tiān shā de (goddamn)

Tián mì de xié 'è tā mā de (sweet unholy fuck)

Cào dàn (fuck)

tā mā de (fucking)

Wǒ cào (holy fuck / lit. 'I fuck')

shuāng rǔ (breasts)