After Riddick made his little quip he turned around and sat across from me. We stared at each other for a while. I don’t have any clue how long I was out, but I saw that Riddick was trying to hide his shock. I learned to read the tiniest emotions he gave off after he came back. Right now it was relief and happiness. How long was I out? I looked around the med bay and I realized Riddick never took his eyes off of me the entire time. He was waiting for me to say something. I wished I could remember everything. I remember the fight. My hands instinctively went to my thighs. I remember stabbing Johns. I smirked. After that it gets fuzzy. Oh no, did I kill him? No way, I couldn’t have. I look over at Riddick. His beautiful silver orbs are glistening as they looked at me.

“You thought I was going to die, didn’t you?” I smiled at him.

“You’re too fucking stubborn to let Johns kill you.”

“Correction, I couldn’t die without rubbing in your face that you and Johns are stupid enough to underestimate me.” He raised his eyebrow at me. He didn’t reply. Holy shit, was the big bad Riddick actually admitting defeat. Crematoria is probably freezing over as I think. “I’ll take your silence as an, Amanda I apologize for underestimating you and congratulations on coming out of your coma. Really, I thought you were going to die and I am happy you are alive and well.” He looks at me and raises an eyebrow as I start cackling and he cracks a smile. I exhale and lay back on the table I close my eyes and enjoy the comfortable silence. I hear a rustling sound and I open my eyes to see Riddick lying on top of me. I smile. His hand strokes me cheek. I move into it. He grins at me. Not the evil mischievous “I’m gonna gut you” smile he gives people. This one was filled with genuine happiness.

“Hi.” He keeps his grin and continues to look into my eyes.

I smile back at him. “Hi.”

His lips hover over mine. Our breath mingles. Nothing in the world exists but us. A nuclear bomb could have gone off ten feet from us and we wouldn’t have even heard it. Our ship could have flown into a supernova and we wouldn’t have felt a thing. Our hearts could have exploded and we would never have broken eye contact. If my eyes were burning from not blinking, I didn’t feel it. I just felt my overwhelming love for Richard B. Riddick, Escaped Convict, and Mass Murderer. I can’t believe I didn’t realize it before. I moped for five years after he left, and much to my own anger, I was happy when he came back to me, even though coming back opened up the box that contained all the crap that he put me through.

I wish I could read his thoughts. I wish I could now how he felt about me, was it love? I could ask but Mr. Bad Ass would probably refuse to answer. Emotions weren’t Riddick’s thing, that was the first thing that I learned about him. He hated them. I mentally shook myself to get back to the task at hand. Sexy escaped convict is laying on top of you, his luscious lips are a millimeter away from yours, oh yeah. He was still looking into my eyes, completely oblivious to my thoughts. He slowly lowered his lips onto mine. Fire erupted in my stomach. Tender and passionate. I can’t deny the way that my body reacts to his lips is pure desire. My entire body goes warm, my cheeks catch fire, I feel flames in my stomach as it flips and lurches. Then he slips his tongue into my mouth and I feel the overwhelming desire to moan into his mouth as a clench shoots through my body. His tongue circles mine gently, not needy or hurriedly, it’s so different, so passionate that I feel I’m going to have an orgasm right there on table. I can’t stop the moan that escapes my lips into his mouth. I feel him grinning. The cocky bastard and then to my surprise he grinds his pelvis lightly into mine, eliciting another moan from me. The moans are making the kiss get more heated. Riddick has total control over me, I’m way to into this to even want to fight him for it. He grinds into me lightly again, I exhale into his mouth. His tongue is still on mine and I can’t help but want to take his clothes off and fuck him senseless on the table. I try to thrust into him. Riddick expected it and his hands quickly move to my hips, refusing them the right to move. I groan loudly and Riddick gives off a low husky laugh. I know he can smell my arousal. He gets off of me in a flash. I gasp and look around as he stares at me from the chair. “You are such a fucking tease!” I growl sitting up on the table, glaring at him.

“Manda, you just got out of a three month coma. The last thing I want is you heart to give out while you scream my name in pure ecstasy.” He smirks and I flick him off. The asshole.

Three months? Holy shit. Wait Johns. “What happened to dickface?” I ask trying to stand. I fail miserably and Riddick runs over to me and grabs my hips before I hit the floor. He steadies me.

“He’s in the cryo bay.”

I turned around and looked at him totally shocked and almost falling over because my head was spinning. “Y-you-you-you didn’t kill him?” I stuttered the shock was obvious in my voice.

“After I patched you up, I shoved him in one of the chambers and avoided the bay as much as I could.” He was holding my hips as he spoke and the confusion must have showed on my face. He raised and eyebrow at me.

“Why?”

He totally ignored my question and looked forward. “Come on.” I looked at him and resisted the urge to glare at him for totally ignoring my question. I urged my legs to support me and I made unsteady steps out of the lab. I went down the hallway and passed a gym and a bedroom. I saw a kitchen at the end of the hallway. As I steadily moved with Riddick next to me to make sure I didn’t face plant in the hallway my stomach growled signaling how hungry I was. Riddick chuckled. I wondered how I looked. When we reached the kitchen Riddick guided my into a chair. As soon as I opened my mouth to protest he glared at me and I grumbled and hit my head against the table. I sat there while he whipped up some coffee and made spaghetti. When he was done I had laid my head on my arm and I was just dreamily watching him as I moved. I sat up as he placed the coffee with lots of cream and lots of sugar and the spaghetti in front of me. I started to dig in starving and I looked up as I felt Riddick’s eyes on me. I suddenly felt really self conscious and I looked up at Riddick dropping the fork.

“How horrible do I look?” I had my mouth open in horror as he laughed at me.

I got up from the table and put up my hand when he tried to help. I moved to where I saw the bedroom and slipped in. I didn’t want to intentionally blind myself so I called out for the lights to switch from 10 to 30. I looked in the mirror and noticed immediately that my hair was a good 4 inches longer. I instinctively felt it. It was combed and I saw my lips weren’t cracked, they were as soft as ever. I turned around and saw that I had lost around ten pounds. No biggy. I looked at the doorway and saw Riddick looking at me.

“You didn’t really think I’d let you look hideous, did you?”

I moved to him as he pulled his arms around me and we walked back to the kitchen, “Kind of, yeah.” I chuckled as Riddick growled out of disapproval.

When we finished eating and our coffee. I yawned and Riddick immediately got up and said that I was going to sleep. “Riddick, I’ve been sleeping for three months!” I moaned as he practically dragged me down the hallway. He shot me a “does it look like I care” look and put me in the bed. I looked over at him noticing the worry marks across his forehead and the light circles underneath his eyes. “When was the last time you slept Riddick?” He just stared at me. “Get your butt in this bed Riddick.” He continues to stare at me. I cross my arms defiantly. “You don’t sleep neither do I.” He glares at me now. “You can keep watch next to me. I can’t get attacked in space genius, and if I do have some kind of medical thing, then guess what you’ll be right next to me to play hero.” He growls as I shoot an eyebrow up. He gets up and moves into bed behind me. He snuggles into me and I move against him, bringing us as close as possible with clothes on. I fall asleep with his strong arms around me.

I wake up lying almost on top of Riddick. Damn he must have really been exhausted. He didn’t even wake up when I did. I gently move off of him and off the bed. I move out of the room quickly and I head to the pilots ship. I go to the pilots chair and I look out at the shipping lanes. My eyes spot a camera in the corner. Holy crap the ship has cameras. I mile to myself as I turn to the computer and I do some digging. After five minutes I find it. I access the archives for three moths prior and I watch as Riddick carries me into the med bay. I switch to the med bay and I am shocked at how fucked up I really was. I move my eyes over the screen as I see Riddick plunge the syringe into my chest and heals my wounds. I play it at 5 times the normal speed. I see Riddick kiss me before he walks out. He comes back in an hour later and checks the monitor his face looks somber and guilt ridden. He wasn’t even trying to hide it. I see his lips move. I look at the console and I rewind it. I turn up the volume a little and I hear, “You better beat the odds bitch, because you fucking owe me.”

If this was a cartoon my jaw would have literally been on the floor. I continue to fast forward. He comes in and checks the monitors everyday. After a month he comes in and starts to comb my hair. I needed it too. I can’t believe he let my hair get matted like that. The next day he told me some story he had heard in the Slam. It was about how some moron got his arms ripped off for stealing from him, gut he actually had no clue who the hell he had done this too. He had Boogeyman status. We both chuckled. I went to the next day and that’s when he started the story about being crashed on a planet with some merc and how he had to save everyone because of the shining on his eyes. I smiled when he said he got this fuzzy feeling when he saved them. One thing was constant every time he spoke he told me that if I didn’t come back to him he’d kill me. I smiled every time I heard him say it. I saw the way he treated me. So tenderly, lovingly, that I doubt he would have acted that way had I been awake. He told me those stories until yesterday when I had the seizure. I turned up the volume and I heard him screaming at me, “Don’t you fucking die on me, I’ve had to put up with your shit for three months!” I sat shocked that I was literally dying and he was screaming at me, but his harsh words probably pulled me back, no. His voice is what brought me back, not to mention the defibrillator. I watched as I woke up and I thought about watching him on me on the table but I decided against it, turning off the archives. By the time I moved from the flight deck and down to the cryo area, three hours had passed. I looked at Johns in the cryo tube. His crotch had dried blood all over it. I’m pretty sure his body healed itself while it was being cryoed.

“What are you doing down here?” A harsh voice came from behind me. I didn’t even turn around to respond.

“I just wanted to see him.” I replied studying his face as he slept.

“You can’t just sneak off, what if something would have happened?” I felt the bitterness in his voice. I didn’t respond, I just turned around and hugged him, I couldn’t even be mad or frustrated toward him after I saw the archives, after they way he treated me. I didn’t want to fight with him ever again. I snuggled into his chest and he put his arms around me as I felt my body become ravaged with sobs and he held me close to him as I cried. I was crying for the months that I lost, crying for what I put Riddick through, crying for everything that happened to me because of the asshole in the tube in front of me. I don’t know how long we were sitting there for but Riddick didn’t mind. He kept up the slow circles on my back and the soft words telling me that everything was okay. After I abated my tears I took a deep breath and pushed myself away from Riddick. He looked at me shocked when I began to speak shaking my head.

“I don’t deserve this, I don’t deserve you. I put you through so much for my own fucking selfishness. I almost died because I was only thinking about myself. I can’t believe that I even made sense of that in my head! I am so sorry for everything Riddick and I would totally understand if you landed somewhere and just tossed me out. This was all my fault. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” I crumbled to the floor as fresh tears sprang from my eyes. I felt useless and stupid. I can’t believe that I put him through hell for three months. I made him take care of me and for what? It was all for nothing. Riddick moved toward me and I scrambled backwards, “Don’t Riddick.”

He took a deep breath and started toward me again and again I backed up. I brought my hands to wipe my tears from my face and Riddick was next to me grasping my wrists before I could back away. I whimpered trying to pull away but he had a vice grip on my wrists. “Stop it!” He growled at me looking into my eyes. I turned away. “Look at me.” I shook my head as a refusal. He shook me and repeated sternly, “Look. At. Me.” I tried to calm down as I turned to look at him, into his eyes. “Yeah, you should have stuck to the plan, but don’t for a fucking second blame yourself for what that fuck did to you now or five years ago. Do you hear me? It wasn’t your fucking fault. It was his fault that you almost died. Nobody’s but his. Who the fuck are you to tell who I deserve, huh? I make decisions like that on my own! Along with whom I allow to be on my ship. Get that through your fucking head Amanda.”

I was so shocked by what he said that I just stared at him. He still had that vice grip on my wrists made me unable to run away. We just sat looking at each other. I didn’t know what to say, his words brought me to my senses. Johns was responsible, even though I felt that it was still my fault, it made sense. I shook my head slowly, affirming that I understood what he said. Riddick loosened his grip on me. I moved my eyes to Johns in the cryo tube and I stood up. I grabbed on of the blasters from the side holsters and started towards the tube and I pressed the open button. Johns groggily stepped forward fell to the floor. I could see a long a along his arm and I smirked knowing that I was the one put it there. Riddick was behind me probably wondering what the fuck I was doing. I walked over to Johns and kicked him so he was face up on the floor. I saw fear flood through his eyes as he saw the blaster in my hand, it might have also come from my disheveled appearance and my tear streaked face, who knows.

“You took away three months and a day of my life.” I pointed the blaster at his face and he whimpered. “You raped me and tortured me.” I pushed the blaster closer to his face kneeling down. “You almost killed me and then underestimated my strength.” I was an inch away from his face and I had the blaster at the side of his head. “Give me one reason why I shouldn’t blow you fucking head off.”

He looked from me to Riddick, pleading with his eyes. “I said talk you son of a bitch or so help me I will blow your fucking brains out.”

“I-I-I can report Riddick as dead! Yeah and you two can live happily ever after. I swear I won’t tell nobody he’s alive,” he stammered. I stood up and stuck my foot on his throat and I looked at Riddick. I hope we’re thinking the same thing.

“Get up!” I snarl. He obediently stands up. “Flight deck.” I shove him as he almost runs to the flight deck computers. I watch over his shoulder he types and I make sure he isn’t fucking me over. Once he’s finished he turns to me. “Cryo bay.” I say coldly and we walk back to the cryo bay. “The thing is Johns, I would take your word, but it’s shit, isn’t that right Riddick?” I see Riddick nod from the corner of my eye. I look down at Johns.

“No— Wait! I swear I’ll—” That was the last thing he said as shot him in the head. I shocked myself. I never thought that I could kill someone, but here was proof that I could. No emotion was on my face. I looked at my hand and I dropped the blaster. I felt adrenaline flowing through my veins and my body shook from the increase of blood flow. My heart was beating out of my chest. I looked at the hole in Johns’ head and I smiled. I was satisfied with what I had done. Grim horrible satisfaction. Is that why he does it? For the blood rush?

I turned to see Riddick with his arms crossed looking back at me. I walked over to him and we locked eyes. I understood. I felt the primal surge in my body at the realization of what I had done. I heard Riddick give off a growl and his lips were on mine slamming me into the wall of the ship. I moaned into his mouth as he tore the t-shirt I was wearing, exposing my breasts. He ripped off my pants and wrapped my legs around his hips. I was only clad in underwear while he still had all of his clothes on. I was too wrapped up in the heat of our bodies to care. He brought his mouth to my nipple and I moaned in ecstasy as he clamped down with his teeth. I was grinding against him as he continued his antics on my other breast. He growled as my moans started to come more frequently. He ripped of my underwear and shoved two fingers into my opening. I moaned louder. As my muscles clamped down on his fingers his fingers went to my clit moving in circles, I was screaming now and I was getting to the point where I couldn’t take it anymore. Riddick felt my orgasm coming and quickened his pace, sinking his teeth into my shoulder as I came screaming loudly.

I was seeing spots in my vision as I rode out the aftermath of my orgasm moaning slightly as Riddick continued to push his fingers in and out of me. He kicked his cargo pants off and tore off his shirt, how he did it with one hand I have no idea. Riddick withdrew his hand as I groaned in protest. He licked my juices from his fingers as I watched him. He then took me into a passionate kiss. I could taste myself as our tongues swirled together and before I could even brace myself, he shoved his dick into me. I screamed out in pain. He moved hard and fast, not even allowing me to get used to him. I felt like I was on fire. And slowly I felt pleasure seeping through the pain. Soon I was meeting his every thrust and clawing at his back, leaving deep red marks across perfect body. He was growling and grunting and I was screaming to the high heavens. I felt his pace quicken and his hand going back to my already abused clit and with three flicks of his thumb, I was coming again, this time he came with me, inside of me. He gave a few weak thrusts causing me to yelp. I felt him softening within me and I went to move my legs from his waist. H e grabbed me and spoke in a rough low voice.

“Mine.”

So there we sat. My legs around his waist, completely sated. Completely oblivious to the fact that we had just had the best fucking sex ever in front of a corpse. Totally happy in one another’s arms. Glad to be so open with one another. Our inner beasts finally relaxed and calm.

THE END!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

A/N: That is the end boys and girls. I didn’t want the fairytale happy ending so I tried to leave it open for interpretation, oh and the whole screaming each others name thing is so cliché I couldn’t force myself to write it in. Thanks for reading and reviewing. I really appreciate it! Sorry for how long this update took. I bet you guys were constantly checking your emails. I know I do. I am working on a vampire story right now [Insert shameless plug here and if you guys are interested give it a gander. As far as a sequel to this one, I don’t know but I guess that’s all up to you guys. Thanks for letting my warp your minds!

Forever yours,

AMM3485 ( aka Amanda, hahaha yeah I used my name, so sue me!)