Chapter 3
He knew it was past dawn when he woke for the final time. The entire room smelled like them fucking. His woman's musk and his seed and damn, he could get used to this. Riddick stretched and looked down at the sleeping girl- no, woman. After last night she was definitely a woman and a helluva woman at that. At no point during the many times they'd had sex during the night had she called for quarter. She'd woken him one time with her mouth around his erect cock and he'd surprised himself with the moans she'd startled out of him.
Now it was his turn to wake her. The murderer grinned into the dim light of the cabin and began to slowly stroke and tease his wife awake. Nipping little kisses and deft fingers had her moaning pleasurably in her sleep. She smelled so good, warm and wet and sweet with a little bit of spice and a wealth of trust and affection as she woke up with his mouth on her breast and his fingers rubbing deep inside her.
Her startled scream as she orgasmed into wakefulness was enough to get him groaning. She was already spreading her legs, ready and wanting him inside and Riddick made himself enter her slowly. Technically a virgin or not she'd be a little sore or stiff this morning and it was his job to make sure she enjoyed this regardless.
"Fuckin' hell," The words came out from between clenched teeth as he slid carefully inside her and bottomed out in almost blinding pleasure. A slow rotation of his hips had her moaning loudly and pulling his body down to hers. He'd discovered during the night that she truly liked his big body over her slender one, his chest rubbing against her breasts while he kissed her and caressed her neck and shoulders with his mouth.
Now he concentrated on slow, easy movements until she was crying out with bliss at each stroke. Her little mewls and gasps without words were so utterly perfect to his ears. He groaned his pleasure over her skin. She was so damn gorgeous; overwhelmed with pleasure, pleasure he gave her. And she was his, his woman, his wife. He still had trouble believing it.
He could hear people, men, approaching the cabin and ignored them. He was busy. The Elder should know that. She was more important. River cried out in ecstasy as he pushed a little harder inside her and shuddered under him. He couldn't speak, could barely breathe for the sensations swarming over him. But his mental litany was a mess of praise and coaxing and incoherent thoughts of how good she felt, how much he wanted her, how he needed to feel her body coming to her pleasure around his.
Against his will, his hips began to move faster, obeying her urgent cries for release until they were both straining and panting against each other. Genius that she was River learnt fast and her hips were meeting his just as hard and desperately as he was pounding into her. She was crying out, his name, hot sweet cries of pleasure and he growled against her shoulder before he found one thigh and pressed it back to her chest.
He slid impossibly deep inside her and felt the trembling of her walls around him. Hot and fluttering and building into the tsunami of ecstasy. Her brain worked better than his, her scream of his first name, of yes, of god yes and then a mindless perfect shriek of rapture as she came hard around his cock. Riddick didn't know if it was her name that he shouted or if it was simply an animalistic roar but he was so deep inside her it felt like he'd left pieces of himself along with the torrent of seed he'd shot into her womb.
The groan that came out of his chest was tainted with amusement. The same amusement he could smell on his wife as she realized that there were at least four people standing outside their door and hearing the final five minutes of their enthusiastic fucking. "It is not fucking when they are married," A pointy little finger poked his shoulder. "My husband must remember that. It is sexin' or love making or even copulation."
"Little wife, I got some shocking news for you," Riddick lifted his head to grin down at her satisfied face. "What we just did? Might've started out as sex but we ended up fucking each other blind in the end. That's just fine. Married means it's all under the same umbrella right?"
She giggled up at him and kissed his nose, "Connubial bliss." Those dark eyes were warm and very pleased and he could have basked in that look for a long time. Her hands were clutching at his shoulders possessively and she'd yet to unwind her other leg from his hip. He liked that she hung onto him, liked that she wanted to keep him as much as he was determined to keep her. Every time her hands clutched at him or her little fingers caressed his skin affectionately warmth blazed to life in his chest and made him want to hold her tighter.
He was kissing her again, lazily thinking that he didn't care about an audience if it meant he could play around with his wife a bit more when the door was pushed open. Riddick pulled his gun out from under the pillow and had aimed it at the doorway with an ominous click. Irritated that it had cost him a full five seconds when he could be paying attention to River he pulled his lips off his new wife. "Get out."
His wife smelled even more impressed and aroused under him and he cocked an eyebrow at her questioningly. River grinned up at him, "She likes his speed and skills. Find such things very attractive in a mate." Well that was just all sortsa fun sounding and he grinned back.
"That is my sister you are currently defiling," A strident and furious Core voice proclaimed. Riddick frowned as his wife flinched slightly at the sound. He might look big and dumb but he knew what defiled meant. Someone was going to pay, painfully, for insulting him and upsetting her. Their bodies were still joined, he could feel how warm and wet she was around him and all he wanted to do was continue kissing her. Well kissing and all the fun sex it led to, but from the half smile tugging her lips upwards River was in agreement with him on that.
"Now Doctor I have tried to-" Elder Gommen was outside the cabin. He had the smarts to stay out while Riddick and his new wife were likely to be abed still.
"C'mon little one, time to get back on the boat now," His wife's Captain was sounding less upset but more annoyed about the whole business and Riddick tilted his head at his wife. She shrugged at him helplessly and he guessed that the man was stubborn on his better days and could break a mule on his worst. Time would tell what sorta day this was.
"Gorramit Moonbrain, we gotta go," The gun hand was standing in the doorway whereas the brother and the Captain had both stepped over the threshold. All three men had a very good view of River's bare shoulders, the hint of her breasts and her slender pretty arms, even with his body covering hers. It wasn't as if they'd been too careful with the quilts since when they'd woken up. And if he could feel cool air against his side chances were River was exposed to their gaze as well. Riddick felt his blood start to pound and tension began to grip his muscles. She was his wife. They had no right to be looking at her skin.
"Get the fuck out! Now," Riddick snarled at them.
"We ain't going anywhere without the doc's sister," The Captain shot back.
"Two words, simple, easy even," Now the Animal had its back up and Riddick could feel the growl vibrating through his chest. "Get. Out." He carefully pulled the quilts closer and removed his body from on top of River's. It wasn't easy to keep her under the covers while he climbed out of the bed but he managed. Easier to ignore was his own nudity as he stood and aimed at the tall man in front of him. The state of his body made it clear to his watchers that he and his wife had been having sex. He could feel the pleasurable sting of scratches down his back and a bitemark from River's teeth at the base of his neck.
"You've, you, liu kou shui de biao zi he hou zi de ben er zi," The Core man erupted in Chinese. "How dare you! Do you have any idea what you've done? You've..." He turned and looked at his Captain, "Mal, give me your gun."
"An' you'd want a gun why?" The tall man was actually pretty relaxed about the question.
"So I can shoot him with it," The slender man pointed at Riddick. "Do you realize what he's done? He's... he's defiled her. This is…this man is è guàn mǎn yíng . She's... she won't ever... He took..."
"Simon is trying to say that we have had sex. Copulated. Made the beast with two backs," River explained helpfully. She probably would have gone on explaining if not for the Captain waving his free hand at her.
"Thank you little River we kinda got the picture," The man sighed.
"Fucked," River finished impishly and Riddick nearly grinned. One more thing in the plus column for marriage. His wife had a sense of humor.
"That's enough. River you're coming home now. Dǒng ma?" The core man moved forward pulling something from his pocket that glinted in the light and from the bed Riddick smelled his wife's immediate terror.
"She's mine. Touch her, you die," He aimed the gun right at the smaller man's head. He wasn't afraid of blood or brains and at this point it would be pure pleasure to kill this son of a bitch who was frightening River. It wasn't like he hadn't killed before. Guns were loud but that couldn't be helped at the moment. And from River's silence behind him she didn't find anything to which she objected in his thoughts.
"I'm afraid you're wrong about that son," The Captain was trying to be reasonable and he was being hard pressed. Riddick could admit that much but he wasn't in the mood to be accommodating. "She's gotta come with us."
"I'm afraid she doesn't Captain Reynolds," Elder Gommen had finally gotten a word in edgewise and was using it to good effect. "He is her husband. She isn't required to go with you. They are welcome here. Rick is a member of this community, if stricken with wanderlust."
"He's her what!" The core man's shriek was almost girlish in its pitch. It was echoed by exclamations of surprise and shock by the other two men though in more manly tones. The man glared at Riddick so angrily that by rights the Furyan should have burst into flames, "You qingwa cào de liúmáng!"
The gun hand sighed and leaned against the wall, "Wo de ma he ta de feng kuang de wai sheng dou. I ain't wake 'nuff for this luàn xiàng."
His Captain rubbed a hand over his face wearily and shook his head, "Āi yā, shuǐ huǒ wú qíng." The gun hand grunted irritably in response. He at least was averting his eyes from the woman in the bed, his gaze fixed squarely on Riddick.
Riddick sighed and handed River his gun before tucking the quilts a little more securely around her naked body. His pants and shirt were found easily enough and he slid the goggles onto his forehead before he pulled on his boots. While he'd been getting dressed two of the three men had taken the opportunity to move a little farther into the cabin and he growled as the short one got too close to the bed.
He sat on the edge of the mattress, between his wife and the men and gave her a flickering smile as she handed him back his gun. So long as he was between her and the doctor she didn't smell like fear. Nervousness wasn't uncommon in a new bride but it usually dissipated after the wedding night. Then again, normally after a wedding the ladies of the village would take turns leaving meals while the couple took a few days to acquaint themselves with one another. He'd been hoping for those days, had been planning on proving to his new wife that he would be a good husband.
That hope was now shot all to hell and his irritation showed in his voice. "Now you three, you'd be the Captain, her brother Simon and the son of a bitch who was talking about selling her last night." He stared at the gun hand coldly.
"His name is Jayne," River said from behind him. "He has never truly intended to sell me. Simply feels that should I be sold the crew is entitled to the profit. He and I do not get along well. Conflicting personalities. Both highly competitive and physical beings."
"Understatement," The Captain snorted. "Now what's this about you being married to our resident crazy little girl?"
"She's not a little girl," Riddick snarled. "I don't sex kids." The very thought was absolutely abhorrent and his wife's hand on the back of his neck calmed the tense discomfort that coiled in his belly. She'd sworn she was seventeen. That was old enough. If she wasn't… even if he was inclined he couldn't take back the vows or his mark or what they'd done last night.
"Husband need not worry. She is truly seventeen. Little girl is just what Cap'n Daddy calls her," Her voice held nothing but truth and promise and some of the tension drained out of his body. He reached up for her hand and tugged it off his neck, pressing a kiss to the back of it before he set her palm on his throat. If she was anything like he was his pulse would be reassuring to her. Her scent warmed with joy and her fingers stroked along his skin, a simple affectionate caress.
"So you don't argue with the crazy?" Reynolds jumped on that.
"Fuck. Not sure I'm the definition a sane," The convict muttered. He turned and looked at his wife who was now squirming and looking more and more uncomfortable. Her eyes flickered towards the sink and toilet and he nodded. "Right. Get out now." He rose and pointed his gun at the men.
"What? Why? You're not going to-"
The doctor's voice was cut off when River began to speak. "She would like privacy to use the facilities. Or she can do so in front of the men."
Riddick caught a glimpse of a white leg sliding out of the bed and growled a warning, "Woman, get back in the damn bed. Gonna catch your fucking death." Privately he thought that if she considered showing off her skin and curves funny then they were going to need a good talk about her sense of humor.
His wife, thankfully, decided to cover back up, probably humoring him. The woman didn't smell like obedience and if she ever did...well he'd be wondering what the fuck was wrong. He'd learned a lot over the course of the last night but obedient she wasn't. "You heard her," He stared at the men. "Get the fuck out."
Her giggle was like a tickle on the back of his neck as the men filed out and the Captain shut the door behind him. He turned and looked at her and she blushed again before sliding out of the bed and making a face at the cold floor. He could smell her blush the whole time she was using the head and she groaned a bit as she stood and washed her hands. "You okay?" He had kept his back to her so she had some privacy but damned if he'd leave the cabin and stand outside. It was a normal bodily function and it didn't make him like her any less.
"The chill makes her feel stiff," She admitted. "Will need to stretch soon."
"Get back in the bed then, I'll get your clothes," Riddick told her and chuckled as he turned and caught a glimpse of her perfectly curved pale ass. "God damn woman..." He tucked the quilts around her body. "Is there any part of your body that's not perfect?" He skimmed a thumb over her cheek and was given a kiss on the palm in return.
"Established last night that Richard's wife has brain damage," She retorted wryly. As she was wiggling into her panties the door opened again and Riddick aimed his gun at the opening while his other hand jerked the quilt up and covered up his wife's bare breasts.
"The fuck do you think you're doing," He snarled in the direction of the door. "She's getting dressed."
It was the three idiots again, of course. He was gettin' real gorram tired of them not knocking. Fine. He could ignore them. "Elder Gommen," He called and saw the Elder's shadow come closer to the door.
"Yes Richard," The older man's voice came from just outside the doorway. "I think Goodwife Maizie has fresh bread. You and your young bride would like some breakfast?"
"That'd be nice Gommen but I gotta get a few things squared away first." Riddick looked at his wife and tilted his head estimating her size. Time to use up some of his words or he'd never get anything done. "There's half a buck cut up in cold storage, two buckskins and three doeskins. Plus the deer I brought in last night. I'll give you the fresh deer and a doe skin if you'll see if Goodwife Libby's daughter can part with one of those dresses she made last week. Think my wife'd look real fine in one, and I haven't given her a wedding gift yet."
"I can certainly pass along the message Richard," The Elder sounded unhappy. "Does this mean you and your wife will be leaving with her people?"
"I'm afraid so Elder," Riddick had stayed too long anyway. "Got itchy feet."
"For the trade of a buckskin I'm certain Caleb would give you one of his chests for your belongings," The old man said thoughtfully. "I doubt we could dismantle the bed but certainly you've traded in good faith for the bedding. And your wife should have the mementoes of her wedding night."
"That'll work, doeskin'll suit my woman better than the buck's hide," Riddick looked at his little wife again. "That work for you?"
"Husband is going to fashion clothing for her so they may hunt together?" She grinned at him as her head reappeared from the neck of her sweater. "She finds this very pleasing." Her gaze moved from him to the three men, "Crew must turn their backs while she leaves the bed. Clothing is all mussed and must be straightened before she is decent."
To give him credit the gun hand turned around immediately, the captain right after him. Only after River pointed imperiously at her brother did the core man turn around. Then she slipped out of the bed and tugged the limp skirt into place. She slid her feet into her boots and began to tighten the laces.
"I'll begin the preparations," Gommen called from outside the cabin and Riddick heard him moving off towards the homes in question.
"What in the hell is goin' on?" Reynolds was sounding more and more irate. "We get up at the painful crack of O five hundred, which may's well be called too dark to walk an' River's missin' from the boat. Jayne has ta track her down an' the man ain't at all happy with his stick an' headache as souvenirs of the evenin'. We find her and she's snuggled in bed nekkid with a complete stranger an' ya'll are claimin' she's your wife." His voice was getting louder as he spoke and when he finally turned around he was hollering. "Who'n the hell are you?"
"I'm Richard. I'm her husband." Riddick shrugged and slid his hand along the back of his wife's neck, pulling her hair out from under her sweater. "Woman do you have a brush? Or did your woolly little mind think it was a thing of evil?" He teased as he found a knot the size of an acorn in her hair. He slipped a shiv out from beneath the pillow and stood at the sink to shave.
"Woolly mind did not like to sit still, did not like to be touched," She retorted and began to fold up the quilt and his meager bed sheets. Without being asked she pulled his flat weapon's crate out from under the bed and felt in the bed's ropes for the knives he'd hidden there replacing them in the crate.
"But do you need a brush?" Riddick was kind of enjoying shaving his face and scalp while she happily packed up his weapons. River was a sight to see, pretty woman handling all his deadly things. He'd have to carve a shiv for her with some of his spare metal or bone, make her somethin' to fit her hands.
"Cào nǐ zǔ zōng shí bā dài! She has a brush. She has clothing," The core man was bristling and Riddick regarded him in the reflection of the tiny mirror he'd stuck on the wall so he could shave. "She's my sister. She is not your wife."
"Look Doc," The gun hand was speaking up finally. "I dunno if they're married or not. But they seem to think they are. An' it's for damn sure they've been sexin'. Considerin' she ain't all there on the best a days an' she's down right violent on the worst? Her havin' a husband wants to take care a her ain't all bad. He seems like a violent gǒu niáng yǎng de but she's not comin' at any of us with soup cans or shriekin' like a gorram banshee."
The gun hand's reasoning wasn't taken well by River's brother, "Guǎn nǐ zìjǐ de shì Jayne!" And the conversation, such as it was, devolved from there. The Captain seemed content to simply let his two employees argue as he studied River and Riddick from his spot by the doorway. He was frowning but refrained from commenting on what the two of them were doing.
Riddick ignored the doctor's squawking and watch his wife as she crawled under the bed. She emerged with dust in her hair and on her clothing but his last two guns in her hands. It didn't take long for him to finish his shave and put the gun in its holster instead of stuck in his belt. Grabbing his pack he brought it over to the bed after he'd retrieved the gun and knife he'd stuck to the underside of his chair. The stove was opened and another box removed from it and River giggled. Traditionally you put assets on ice but he'd done the opposite. Apparently his wife found that humorous. He grinned at her and began brushing the dust off her hair and sweater.
"Are you two done playin' house now?" The Captain was distinctly not thrilled with the delay. At least he'd waited until they were nearly done packing before he commented.
"Just about," Riddick chuckled and chose to ignore the man's irritation. It was amazing what a good mood being married had put him in. A night of sex with a gorgeous woman, she handled weapons without any worries and she seemed to like him just fine. He could do a helluva lot worse. She was bearing his mark and she was his Mate. His Home. He loaded the box from the stove into his pack and took the mirror down off the wall. Stupid little thing wasn't good for much but shaving without it was a pain in the ass so he shoved it in his pack too. A leather strap from his pocket bound the bedding to the weapons crate and he hoisted it over his shoulder.
Before he could bend to grab the pack, River took it and slung it over her shoulder. It wasn't as heavy as the flat crate but it wasn't light either. Still she wasn't showing any signs of strain. Her grin when he didn't object to her carrying his things was like a gift. So, she definitely wanted to be equal. The way she'd interpreted the Joining Vows of Furya last night had implied that but it was still good to see.
"All right, let's get this stuff loaded onto your boat and afterward we'll go see Gommen. Everything should be ready by then," He took River's free hand in his own and tugged her out of the cabin, not bothering to wait for the other three.
The sun was completely over the horizon but not so much that his eyes were aching. Jacob, an early riser like Riddick, came running over and skidded to a halt in front of them. "Ma said you got married an' you're leavin'," He announced as if it wasn't clear.
"Bible says we're to cleave unto each other," River said quietly. "And I belong with my people."
"But-" Jacob was plainly going to pull some of the Elder's quotes or more Biblical information to counter River's argument.
"I got itchy feet Jacob," Riddick told him in as gentle a tone as he could manage.
"Yeah," The boy nodded. "Pa said you're tradin' a skin for one a his chests? Can I help carry it to the ship? Can I? An' see where you'll live?"
"You can see the bay, but that's as far as anyone not sailin' with us goes," The Captain told the boy.
"I'll tell my pa," Jacob raced off and Riddick sighed.
"He's gonna kill himself running around like that," He predicted to his wife as they kept moving towards the ship. River led him inside and showed him the room she'd been staying in. Riddick turned and looked at the captain and then at the narrow bed more suited to a child than a married couple. "This won't work."
"Then leave and everything will be fine," The doctor spat the words out. His arms were folded angrily and he was glaring at Riddick as if he'd like to set him on fire.
"Try again," Riddick growled at him.
"Well this is her room," The doctor sneered at him and disappeared into the bright glass box in the middle of the lounge.
Riddick sighed and looked at his wife. She was looking worried and she smelt upset. Setting the crate down, he pushed it under the bed with his foot and took his pack from her shoulder tossing it onto the chair, "Can't read minds." He reminded her in an inquiry as to what was wrong before he sat on the bed and looked up into her eyes.
"Small room, small bed, unsuited for married life," She whispered. "He had a cabin, larger than this, large bed and his own space. His own man. Free and clear. Wandered where he will. Not shackled, no chains. Now he has a leg shackle and ball and chain and no space."
"Oh for the love a-" Riddick grabbed her and kissed her hard on the mouth and didn't let up until she smelt warm and dizzy. He'd slept in worse places. The important thing was that she'd be next to him. Damned if he'd let her think for one second that he regretted marrying her because of a stupid little bunk. "Now what's that tell you?"
"Doesn't want to squish his wife in their sleep," River looked at him, her dark eyes shy with hope.
"Right. Knew what I was getting into. Wouldn't have married you if I didn't want to," He reminded her. "Remember?" He traced her cheekbones with his thumb and remembered how good last night had been. He wanted to do everything all over again, wanted to hear her crying out his name and feel her hands holding onto him. She hadn't forced or guilted him into doing anything. He was right where he wanted to be. She was his.
"Yes. Full disclosure was made," She nodded her mood a bit lighter. Riddick wondered if being on this boat in a room filled with her brother's disapproving scent and memories of difficult days wasn't wearing on her some. She nodded again and looked at the door. The bright glass box was within view and she shivered slightly. "The glass box is not a pleasant place to be." When he frowned in confusion River shrugged, "The past and the present collide in the glass box. She does not care for the feeling."
"Well stay away from it then. Up to you," Riddick tugged her closer so his hand could rest against the small of her back before he looked around the tiny dorm. "Right." Riddick looked at the captain. "There a bigger room we can rent? Farther away from her brother? And the infirmary?"
The captain frowned and rubbed his chin, "This's the passenger dorm. Rooms are pretty much all the same."
"What if I hired on?" Riddick looked at his wife. He was willing to work with these people. It'd been a while since he'd sailed the Black. Might be nice to travel with his woman, do some honest work or semi-honest anyway. And staying on the move would certainly keep mercs off his back if he kept out of trouble or away from the Core. Mercs tended to use the Core cameras and abundance of Feds to track him. He'd learned more than a few tricks to keep ahead of them but a ship like this would be almost as good as living on Triumph.
"What can you do, sides hunt?" Reynolds leaned against the wall and looked at him curiously.
"Expert with any type weapon," The Furyan smiled grimly. "Pilot. Tracker. Halfway decent at mechanics. Fair cook and I'm good for other things but I'll keep those skills for my wife here."
The captain made a disgusted face and River giggled. "Husband is skilled at leatherworking but he will not make clothing for you," She leaned against Riddick's side and he chuckled.
"I got a nose for truth and lies," He shrugged. He had no intention of giving anyone except his wife his complete history. So far she was the only one he'd met in this new life who would understand the old one. He'd had more than his share of craptastic events occur and no desire to repeat the details for anyone's morbid speculation.
"Well a back up pilot ain't a bad thing an' another gun hand and tracker could be handy as well," The Captain was thinking. "Get yourselves set up here for now an' I'll talk it over with the rest a my crew."
Riddick nodded, "I'm taking River to get some things." He drew his wife closer and looked at her. "Less you'd rather stay here?" He'd understand if she wanted to stay aboard the ship for a while. It wasn't like picking up the things he had in mind would be any sort of adventure.
"Cleave unto you," River told him and took his hand in hers. That was a good feeling. That silky skin, so deceptive in its softness, until he felt the calluses against his palm and remembered she had her own dangerous side. That was far more pleasing than any normal man would find it. But he was looking forward to seeing her with a proper weapon in her hands. He really had to see what kind of blades she liked.
"Right," The grin that spread his lips probably looked out of place but he really didn't care at the moment.
It was a good thing that the village was full of early risers. Riddick and River had their arms loaded down and Jacob's pa was carrying the chest. Jacob's ma had packed it full of food, jams and canned vegetables along with bread and bags of rice. He'd talked more to River in the hour they'd been walking than he had in the week before he met her. But it was a pleasure to make introductions of his pretty wife to the folks they came across. And it was fun to tug her into the shadow of a wall and kiss her until they were both breathless with it.
Jacob had looked in awe around the big cargo bay and his father had kept a hand on his shoulder to keep him from bolting off and exploring the entire ship. The good byes had been more along the lines of farewells and promises to wander back that way. Others had come to say good-bye and wish them well in their marriage. Elder Gommen had given them a blessing Riddick really had no use for and it had made his wife giggle. She'd whispered something about contradictions and paradoxes and symbols that made no sense. But she'd smiled and thanked the old man before leading Riddick back into the ship to put their burdens away.
The hides and chest went into their little room, crowding the already small space. River showed him the galley and they stashed the venison and the food in a cold storage cabinet. She hid the jam and bread somewhere the crew wouldn't find it so they'd have something special for later. Riddick grinned at her and scooped her up, "So I've got you all alone and there's jam..." He grinned wickedly. "Right now," He nuzzled her pretty neck and nibbled at the soft skin. Being able to do this without worry about marring her soft skin made shaving worthwhile. "I gotta wonder how you'd taste with hunchberry jam on your skin."
"Like Berries and wife," She giggled in his arms and wrapped her own arms around his neck to plant a kiss on his lips. He leaned back against the counter and was busily kissing her when the ship lifted off from Triumph. "We are in atmo now," She tilted her head. "Do you know a woman very, very, large breasts? She was at the celebration last night?"
"Hmm..." Riddick had rather think on his woman but she was smelling very serious. "There's one, got to Triumph maybe four months back? I can't be sure. I was on a hunting trip on the plains. When I came back she's in the Maiden's house with the other girls. Think her name was Saffron or something like that. Don't think much about her."
"I don't like her," River's pretty mouth was set in a firm line. Just then a woman's voice demanded that all personnel meet in the cargo bay.
"That's Zoe, first mate," River explained. "Should obey." She looked at the pilot who was coming down the hall to the galley. The man looked very surprised to see Riddick and even more surprised to see who Riddick held in his arms.
"Uh River? Somethin' to share with the rest of the class little one?" The man asked as he turned towards the stairs.
"In due time," River kissed Riddick's cheek. "Husband should put the wife down now. She will need to kick shins perhaps and that is best done from her own two feet."
"Sounds like fun," Riddick chuckled and followed the pilot and River down to the cargo bay.
Author's Note: Sooo... Simon doesn't really seem pleased with this development does he? I'm kinda proud of the rest of the crew...they don't seem as pissy. But then they are a little...preoccupied at the moment.
How do you guys like Riddick? He's not quite like Animals Riddick. I didn't want him to be the same type of person or have the same type of relationship with River.
There's gonna be some fallout soon about the marriage though. Hope you guys stick around for that.
Oh, changed the image for this story. I'd been looking for this one for a while. It just reminded me so much of River and Riddick you know? What do you guys think?
Chinese Translations:
è guàn mǎn yíng - lit. strung through and filled with evil - idiom; filled with extreme evil / replete with vice / guilty of monstrous crimes
Dǒng ma? - Understand? Got it?
qingwa cào de liúmáng - frog-humping sumbitch
luàn xiàng - chaos/madness
Āi yā - interjection of wonder, shock or admiration
shuǐ huǒ wú qíng - Fire and water have no mercy - idiom, forces of nature beyond human control / implacable fate
Cào nǐ zǔ zōng shí bā dài - fuck your ancestors to the eighteenth generation
gǒu niáng yǎng de - son of a bitch
Guǎn nǐ zìjǐ de shì - Mind your own business!
Script Chinese Translations:
liu kou shui de biao zi he hou zi de ben er zi - Stupid son of a drooling whore and monkey
Wo de ma he ta de feng kuang de wai sheng dou! - holy mother of god and all her wacky nephews