68) I Feel Your Love And I Feel It Burn

Zoë was back on the boat. Still sitting in the galley holding her daughter. Mal and Simon were hovering like she was going to collapse at any moment. Kaylee was practically bouncing as she cleaned up after the meal. Carolyn was so relieved she looked like a puppet whose strings had been cut. The only other time he'd seen her so relaxed was after sex. Jack grabbed all the captures they'd taken of Emma so Zoë could see everything she'd missed. Jayne kept himself busy with making sure Zoë's shuttle was clean and ready for her since there wasn't much else for him to do at the moment.

River, leaning against the wall in the corridor, had caught his eye and licked her lips as he'd come out of the head. A shower to scour off the dust, dirt and prison stench had been his second order of business, right after water and food. He didn't care how she'd gotten down into crew quarters, through his bunk or someone else's. All he cared about was that for all intents and purposes they were finally alone.

He'd pulled on a pair of pants as he got out of the shower but hadn't bothered with anything else. River, unfortunately, was still fully dressed. Guns and everything. "I'll give you ninety seconds to get into my bunk and get those clothes off before I tā mā de cut them off you," He warned her as he stalked closer.

He could see her shiver under his gaze, the dim light of the mid deck crew quarters perfectly suited his eyes and she turned and nearly ran for his bunk, eager pleasure in her scent. Key in the entry code, slip inside and he had the pleasure of blocking the doorway while she pulled off her boots and guns, dropped her blades on his bureau and began to yank off her shirt and cargo pants. She'd gotten down to her panties when he moved, "Time's up."

Hands around her waist, fingers gripping the cotton and twisting, a hard pull and he'd ripped them off her body before pressing her to the wall and taking her mouth. One hand on her spine, sliding up to pull her hair out of the bun and wrap her braid around his fist, pulling her head back so he could suck on that kitten tongue, the other squeezing her ass. Hot needing moans and her fingers at his waist, pulling his pants open and pulling out his cock.

Fuck, so hard he ached, hands stroking him until he was ready to push into her and just take what he needed. Suck his way down her neck and hold her up, those perfect breasts level with his mouth so he could lick and suck and hear her mewling with need. Her hands had pulled away from his dick and he could only be grateful that he wouldn't lose control.

Now she could only clutch at his head and shoulders and moan in reaction to his lips. Her voice, silky smooth as her skin, husky with need as he drew her tit into his mouth in long hard pulls. Tease it with his teeth, scrape it gently and suck on it again. Release it, blown smooth and wide with warmth and turn his attention to her other, neglected, breast to give it the same attention, nipple curled tight with want. The feel of her flesh, sensitive and soft, under his tongue, texture changing as he pleasured her.

Her feet, graceful sneaky woman, he could feel her legs, wrapping around his ribs and her feet pushing his pants down so they fell around his ankles. Kick them off and pull her closer, hand on her ass delving between her cheeks, down between her thighs and fuck she was dripping, hot against his fingers.

"Please," She squirmed against him, his fingers teasing her slit and he smirked against her skin before he released her nipple. Cool air tightened the damp flesh again and he felt her shudder.

"Know how long I've waited for this," Riddick growled, nipping her tit with his teeth gently. "Got any idea?"

"Months," River moaned, arching her back to thrust her breasts up for his mouth. "As long as she has."

"Months," He agreed. Months of sparring, flirting, teasing…and inevitably getting interrupted by someone. He'd gotten to kiss her a handful of times. Never got farther than frantic needy groping over their clothes. Even alone in his bunk something, an interruption, duty, had always kept them from getting any farther (not that she'd been in his bunk much, sad to say). "Know how many times I had to handle myself just so I could walk out of my bunk without a hard on?"

"As many times as she had to use a toy to fill her body," River mewled. "Aching for him to have her."

That he hadn't been aware of. That River had toys. Part of him wondered what kind. What did she like? Did she favor a vibrator or a dildo? Did she enjoy having her ass played with or fucked? Or was that not something she liked. "Gonna explore that idea later," He told her.

"Yes please," River nodded as eagerly as she could with his fist in her hair. "Please… Riddick…fuck me…I can't wait anymore."

"I oughta make you wait," He turned, pulling her off the wall and putting her on her back on the bed. He had to let go of her hair but spreading her thighs and kneeling between them was ample compensation. "I oughta tease you… oughta go slow…" Big hands, dark skin compared to hers, sliding down her inner thighs and pressing her legs wide, showing off a slick pussy bare of curls except a little patch right at the top. "You always been bare like this River?"

"Did it for you," She whispered. "Went with Inara…another coming of age experience… right after he decided to stay, before he even took a crew bunk. When she heard the decision in his mind."

"It hurt?" He loved the look and feel, such soft skin under his fingertips as he trailed them up through her nether lips.

"Stung a bit," River moaned. "But worth it…to be a woman. Have you look at me like this," She squirmed under his hand. "Please…Riddick." He knew she wasn't a virgin. They'd had that discussion about firsts a while back. That didn't mean he shouldn't be careful with her. The impulse to simply push in and not stop until she was screaming in pleasure was tempting. So tiān shā de tempting. "Yes…" She squirmed and moaned, her hands moving to her tits to tug on them. "Please…just fuck me… fill me…"

"Yeah," This wouldn't be easy. He'd have to keep a tight rein on his impulses, being on top of her he'd be in control, and it'd be too easy to get rougher, take her hard, harder than she could handle. He bent down, hands on either side of her tits and slowly lowered himself onto her body, used his elbows to balance and keep from crushing her. So slender and so damn strong… rub his dick over her, so wet, slick, kiss her and drink in those gorgeous moans of need.

Wrap a hand around his prick and rub the head up and down, between her slick lips. Hungry gasps against his mouth as he began to slowly push. Hot…so fucking tight…and wet…like silk and lava, gripping his dick. Hand between their bodies, flick his thumb over her clit and feel her clutch at him until their hips met and he was damn near the end of her.

"Unghh… āi yā…Riddick…" River gasped as he moved his hand under her ass and held her. "Please…more…deeper…" Her hips twitched and flexed, and she pulled her thighs back until he could have draped her knees over his shoulders and ground into her. "Yes… please…"

Riddick groaned at the feel of her and did as she asked, adjusting their positions so her knees pushed back practically to her shoulders, and he had to fucking move. Withdraw…slow and careful and push back in, again and again until she was moaning and clutching at him to keep his dick inside her. Each stroke rubbing her clit against his body she was stretched so tight around him. Slow, careful, wait for her to catch up…

"Ohh… god…" She was still trying to take more of him. No idea how hard he could go, how deep he'd be if he lost control... "Riddick," Furious little fingers pinched the skin of his neck, and he met her eyes with a growl. "Fuck me," She demanded. "Fuck me like you want. I need you. Please. You. Just you."

Oh hell, he was trying to be good here, trying to make sure she enjoyed herself, slow and careful and making himself insane because she was so damn tiny. And he wanted to do this more than once. Wanted to cuff her to the bed and have her in every way he knew and some he'd only heard of. Rough and hard. Gentle and slow. From behind, with her astride him, and any other way she wanted.

Incredibly, as that litany of wants and needs raced through his mind River moaned and somehow got even wetter and tighter around him. "Yes…oh…god yes…please… Everything Riddick."

He was going to hell. He was sure of it. But he couldn't stop himself anymore, not when she was practically begging for him to do his worst.

Pull out almost completely and flatten her to the bed, wrap her legs around his waist and grab her ass with one hand and her nape with the other. "You wanted it," He growled against her collar bone before he took her mouth and let loose the hunger he'd kept reined in for so damn long. Slap his hips to hers, slam his dick home, hard, fast, forcing his way into her, deeper, until he felt the end of her and kept going. Again. Again…

River gasped, moaned and, unbelievably, took it. Hooked her ankles at the small of his back and took him, begging for more, harder, deeper, take her… Fuck yes, he would. Rougher than he'd let himself be with any woman since he'd had a choice about it. And she screamed his name, came like an explosion, gripping his dick, walls fluttering around him until he could only ram into her once more, twisting his hips as he came with a roar of her name against her shoulder, felt his balls empty into her, her body milking him until he felt bone dry.

Don't pass out. Don't pass out. He kept his body braced over hers with an effort and rolled to his side, bringing her with him.

River's gentle hands petting his chest. He could feel her lips on his neck, soft murmurs, words indistinguishable against his skin. He doubted he'd ever forget the feel of her body practically yanking an orgasm out of him. "Rough enough for you," He muttered wondering if that was the reason for her attraction to him. Did she want rough, craved it, and thought a convict could give it to her? Something in him twisted uncomfortably at the thought.

"Felt so good, feeling you letting go," He could hear the smile in her voice, easing that ugly twist in his belly. "Know you felt safe enough with me. Worried you wouldn't. Wouldn't trust me to take what you can give. Let me feel you like that."

That was a new one. He'd been with a lot of women but none of them had been worried about that. She shifted, pushing herself up, looking at him and he dragged his eyes open to meet hers. "Worried I'd hurt you," He admitted. "I ain't a small guy."

"Probably wouldn't have been able to take you that rough, that deep, not right away," She admitted. "But you were careful of me. And you felt so good." Her fingers traced the frown lines on his forehead, "Needed you to know that you could trust me to take you. To tell you if I hurt. Tell you what I need. Needed to feel you give in to your desires to have me. Felt so…right… in here." Her hand pressed over her heart.

"If I hadn't, would you have been all right," He wasn't quite sure he was getting what she meant.

"Might have orgasmed eventually," She shrugged. "I could feel that you wanted me to be pleasured. When you gave in…relaxed your control…that's when I could give in and enjoy you… just feel."

"So, you don't always need it like that," He'd loved pounding into her, of course. Finally going as hard and deep as he could had been a relief. But he'd looked forward to playing around with her too, gentle, teasing. Letting everything build slowly.

"No," River bent and kissed him delicately. "This first time though, I needed for you to be…yourself? Just yourself. Unrestrained. Could feel what you wanted, needed, and you weren't doing it."

"Yeah, I was trying to keep from hurting you," Riddick reiterated.

"Grateful for his consideration," Lips caressing his jaw, his neck, and chest. "Reader. Need him to be…true to himself. Please. Truth between us. Always. Truth and trust. If I hurt, I will tell you. If you will please… not pretend with me. Need you to be honest about what you want, with yourself, with me."

Okay now that he got. If she couldn't help Reading him, she'd need him to not hide what he wanted or needed to do. "Messes with your head otherwise?"

"A bit," She smiled. "Grateful for his care. Simply need you to…adjust your definitions a bit. Please."

He chuckled and pulled her down on top of him, kissing her. "I'll do my best."

It was likely a couple of hours later that he recalled standing in the stairwell outside the galley while Jayne and Jack talked. The matter-of-fact way the merc had spoken about what he'd done, and the futility of what Jack might have intended to do. He'd seen River on the opposite side of the galley, in the darkness of the hallway down to the engine room and knew she'd heard it too. Of course, they hadn't had any time to really discuss it with anyone, too busy getting Zoë back.

River sighed in his arms, "She doesn't understand."

"Yeah I know," Riddick turned and pulled her close to him, spooning up behind her. "Think Cobb got through to her?"

"For the moment," River nodded. "Perhaps she'll begin to understand. When time passes and this does not fade for him."

"She can wait as long as she wants, 'til the stars burn out for all I care," He really hated the idea of Jack betraying them like that. Hoped she'd get past that dislike of River she seemed to grip like a grudge. Because he wasn't sure of much, but he knew he didn't want this to end. Wanted her in bed with him every night.

"Young still," River turned her head and kissed his jaw. "Give her time. I will be on my guard."

"And Mal knows so he can keep an eye on her too," He found some satisfaction in that.

"He does. There will be more discussion later, now that Zoë is back." He skimmed a hand over her skin, and she smiled at him. "Much to disclose."

"Long's she doesn't go back to the idea that I'd be a good teacher for her," Riddick shook his head still amazed over that bit of insanity.

"Mal will ask Zoë to teach the youngest," River murmured.

"And Bea?" He nuzzled the soft white skin of River's neck, breathing in her scent. He was pretty sure he knew the Captain's feelings about the would be Browncoat but he liked talking things out with River.

"A guest aboard Serenity, but not crew," She shook her head. "Mal doesn't trust her."

"Smart man," Riddick agreed. "When do you gotta be on the bridge?"

"Six hours," Her hand skimmed over his shoulder and arm. "Plenty of time."

"Come back here after," He encouraged her with a warm kiss. "I'll hear the hatch open; it'll be safe for you."

"She will," River's wicked little grin as he rolled onto his back and pulled her on top of him. Damn he loved that grin.

Author's Note: Hey they finally made it to bed!

Chinese Translations:

tā mā de (damn it! / fucking) (taboo curse

tiān shā de (Goddam! / goddamn / wretched)

āi yā (interjection of wonder, shock or admiration)