A/N: welcome, everyone, to my second Riddick fic! this is the sequel to Lord Marshal Riddick. i suggest you read that one first and if you have already, thnaks for checkin out this one! i had posted this before but i had to take it down for a while. revamped and kinda cleaned up. rated M for violence and some sensuality. and without further adue, the first chappie! enjoy!

Chapter 1: A Day in the Life of Peace

He stood behind her, shiv in hand and staring at the back of her head. Staring at her hair. That head of long, strawberry red that trailed down to her knees now. It had only reached her waist when they'd met. Now it was brushing the back of her knees and he liked it that way. He liked running his fingers through it at night when they were falling asleep. He liked having it surround him when she was impaled onto him and staring down at him with passion in her beautiful chocolate brown eyes.

"Well, what are you waiting for?" she asked, snapping him from his daydreams. She turned her head to look at him over her shoulder. "Do it."

"Why are we doing this again?" he asked, his hands at his sides.

"Because, it's starting to get on my nerves," she replied and turned her head back to face ahead. "Go ahead."

He let out a sigh as he stepped closer and pulled some of her hair into his empty hand, not lifting the shiv…afraid to lift the shiv. He ran his fingers through her hair then pulled his hand from it to wrap his arm around her shoulders from behind, his mouth pressed against her ear.

"Leave it alone for a while," he murmured, nibbling at her ear when she lulled her head back against his shoulder.

"By 'a little while' you mean 'forever,' right?" she smirked as his lips trailed down her neck. She stepped away from him enough to turn around to look into his shining, silver eyes and smiled. "I know you like it, but if you had to deal with it, you'd cut it off, too."

"I've had long hair before," he replied. "And a beard. It wasn't that bad."

"You had hair this long?" she grabbed a handful of her hair and brought it around to show him and he sneered when he had to shake his head. "See?" She let her hair fall down her back again. "I'm not asking you to shave my head. Just cut it short enough so that I don't have to mess with it too much. And don't give me bangs, they get in my eyes too easy when they get longer."

"Hey, I'm no hair stylist, Deirdra," he shot back. "If I'm cutting it off, it's gonna be screwed up."

"I'll fix it up myself, then," she replied. "I just need the bulk gone. Now, come on…" She pulled his hand up that held the shiv and spun around. "Cut it off."

He groaned in displeasure. Why did she want it all gone? Couldn't she leave half? He couldn't imagine her with short hair. It had been long since they had met and, as stated before, he liked it.

"One more week?" he attempted again to hold off on this horrible thing she was making him do.

"You've been saying that for a month," she retorted and he cursed under his breath. "Just like one quick stroke and it's all over, Riddick."

"Exactly," he muttered, lifting his free hand to pull her hair into a ponytail. He lifted the shiv just above his fist, but repositioned it a little lower, the shiv following. Lower…lower…lower-

"Too low," she warned and he snarled as he trailed his hand up a bit again. "Right there."

"Dammit," he muttered, aligning his shiv above his fist again. He sighed and curled his upper lip in distaste before slicing off the ponytail. He looked down at the long lock of hair in his hand and tilted it to examine it as Deirdra placed her hands on her head and tousled her hair violently.

"So much better!" she sighed and turned to Riddick with a huge grin. "Maybe I'll just leave it like this? It doesn't need any specific style."

Riddick said nothing as he examined the hair in his hand, mournfully and Deirdra glanced from his hand to his face then smiled and stepped close to him. She took the hair from his hand and kissed his cheek before walking to the fire in the middle of their cave and tossing it in. He reached for the fire in disbelief but quickly dropped his hand and slid his shiv into his belt.

"Now that that's over with…" Deirdra trailed off as she approached him again and slid her arms around his neck. "Thank you for doing that for me."

"Whatever," he muttered, still unhappy about it, and the fact that her hair was now jaw length was irritating him.

"It grows back, babe," she assured him. "Soon it'll be long again and you won't even remember that I ever had short."

"Until you make me cut it again," he snapped and Deirdra only sighed.

"Does it at least look alright?" she wondered. "I know you don't like it, but does it suit me?"

Riddick stared at her, examining her features with short hair. She still looked beautiful, and she was prettier when it was longer, but he had to admit, it did suit her.

"You look fine," he muttered and Deirdra grinned widely. Whenever he said she looked fine, it meant he liked how she looked, even if he was too angry or too displeased to say it.

"I love you, Riddick," she smiled and he shrugged but she knew exactly how to make him feel better. She ran her hands up to his shaved head and interlocked her fingers behind him to pull herself a little closer to him, pressing her chest to his. He let out a low growl and his hands came to her hips to pull her lower body closer.

"I still want you to let it grow out again," he growled. "I'm keeping my shivs away from you."

"I only need a trim once in a while and not too much, I promise," she murmured, pressing herself against him a little harder and felt him harden against her. She brushed her lips against his and before she could blink she was on the ground, on her back with him on top of her, his mouth against hers.

UV System; Planet Five. They'd been there for two years, and so far, despite a few close calls, no merc ships had landed there looking for Riddick. Of course, they hadn't forgotten about him and they still looked for him. They were just looking in all the wrong places.

Still, for two years, Deirdra and Riddick stayed on Planet Five, but he never let his guard down, and she never did either. She would often make trips to her little skiff that she'd taken there only to check on the latest news and bulletins. After the first year, her picture had disappeared, but Riddick's face was always in the bulletins, the bounty still hanging over his head.

She never told him. She was afraid to, but she knew that he suspected she was hiding something. She could never keep things from him completely. He was too perceptive, and he'd always read her like a book. But, he never asked her when she returned from her weekend run to the skiff, though he was always tempted to. The less he knew the better.

There had been times when they both heard ships pass over or saw them in the cloudy skies, but the ships never stopped. They always headed right over them, and there was too much snow on both the ships they had there for the passers by to see them clearly, let alone identify them. Riddick and Deirdra never worried too much about it, unless they landed.

They trained often, to keep themselves ready to fight when the time came. There was no 'if.' They knew they'd have to fight someone, someday. They sparred and they hunted huge game once a month, and would bring enough back to last them another month. They fought, they loved and lived in hiding for the past two years. It seemed as though they could stay that way forever.

Deirdra leaned her head against Riddick's chest as his hand moved across her newly cut hair. He couldn't help but frown in displeasure when he couldn't really run his fingers through it. He missed her hair already.

Don't tell her that, he warned himself.

Deirdra lifted her head and set her chin on his chest to look at him making him look back at her, his frown disappearing as he sensed she had something to say.

"It's been a little more than two years now, Richard," she murmured and Riddick held back a groan. She only called him "Richard" when it was a serious and important discussion she was about to start.

"Yeah," he agreed. "What about it?"

She shifted so that she was on top of him, her chin still resting on his chest but now between his huge chest muscles then sighed before saying, "I know we said we wouldn't, and I know it really hasn't been all that long since we stopped running…who knows what'll happen in the next day or so, but…I wanted to ask you anyway."

Riddick's frown returned and he lifted one hand to place it under his head as the other stroked her back soothingly, from her shoulders to the small of her back then asked, "What?"

Deirdra licked her lips, trying to moisten her suddenly dry mouth and Riddick felt her heart start to pound in her chest against his stomach. She was panicking. The scent of fear wafted off of her and into his senses and his only thought was, What the hell does she think she's done?

"I…" she tried. "I, uh…I know we're not…married, or anything…"

"Shit," he thought, knowing what was coming.

"…and I know this is most likely something you don't want, but I want it…" She trailed off and looked into his shining eyes as he stared down at her and her hands slid up his arm, slowly, gently. It drove him mad whenever she did that. "What do you think of children?"

"Deirdra," he groaned pleadingly, wanting to avoid this conversation.

"I'm asking what you think," she said, quickly. "I like them, and…I hope to have them some day. But if that's not what you want-"

"They'd end up like me," he told her, firmly. Her eyes locked with his and she shook her head.

"No, babe," she murmured. "They'd be their own people."

"Oh, don't try to sugar coat it, you know I hate it when you try to pull that shit," he retorted as he let his arm out from behind his head and stretched out toward his side. "They'll be little killing machines. They'd come out on hunts with us, and spar with each other and me. Shit forbid they ever left here! They'd be used to get to me, or make themselves wanted by every merc in the system just like their dear, old dad."

"Stop it," she breathed, pleadingly.

"You think we're bad off now, it'll be worse with kids-"

"Riddick, stop it," she tried again.

"Don't get me started on how horny they'll be if we had boys-"

"Shut the hell up!" she screamed and he shot his gaze to her, his silver pools boiling with anger as she tried to keep herself from sobbing. "I get it! You don't want kids! Stop telling me how horrible they'd be! I thought we could talk about this like a rational couple, but apparently you don't grasp the concept of rational!"

"You asked my opinion!" he growled, sitting up as she shoved away from him and wrapped one of the furs around herself. "You asked what I thought, and I told you! Kids are no good for me! They never will be!"

"Alright! I told you I get it!" she spat, standing to get dressed. "No matter what you say, I'm not stupid. But you should know…I want them some day, and whether they're yours or not will be entirely up to you and your attitude."

Riddick stared at her in growing anger, more than before, as she began dressing. He snatched his pants, pulled them on and stood to march toward her just as she pulled on a warm, wool top. He gripped her wrist, spun her to face him and shoved her against the wall, causing her to let out a grunt of pain as his hands gripped her arms painfully. He stared down at her and she looked back at him with a set jaw and unwavering eyes. She knew she shouldn't have said it, and she knew this was the reaction she would get from him, but it had just come out, and she was going to stand by it.

"You even let another man look at you and his throat will be slit so fast, you won't even see the color of his eyes," he snarled, but she held his gaze with her own hot one. "You belong to me. No one else. Do you hear me, Girl? No one else! And if we ever had kids, they'd be mine. Do you understand me? Mine!"

He pulled her to him but shoved her back onto the stone, his hands still gripping her arms. She closed her eyes and breathed through the pain in her back and arms. It would do no good to tell him he was hurting her. He was doing it on purpose. She opened her eyes again and pursed her lips in anger. He let go of her arms and she didn't hesitate to lift a hand and slap him across the face. His head whipped to the side with the force of the blow and he growled low in his throat as he looked back at her, gritting his teeth.

"You wanna go down this road with me, Deirdra?" he growled, low. "I can really hurt you. Shoving you against the wall was nothing. I'd invent ways to hurt you."

"Go ahead," she hissed. "Nothing you do would surprise me."

"Fine," he snarled. He gripped her wrist and twisted it to spin her around and hold her in an arm-lock as he shoved her against the stone again, face first. He pinned her against the cold stone with his body and brought his face next to hers.

"Think you can handle it?" he snarled, mockingly and she only gave an equally mocking moan. He growled in frustration at her and shoved away from her. She stood there for a moment, her eyes wide in wonder and brought her arm around to rub the soreness away.

Riddick marched toward the back of the cave to grab his shirt and boots. She only watched him, wondering why he didn't do what she thought he would: Simply hurt her. He sat to pull on his boots after pulling on his shirt but sighed after getting on only one boot. His back was to her, but she saw him lean an elbow on his knee and place a hand to his face and rub it.

"What the hell do you want from me, Deirdra?" he snarled over his shoulder at her. "Kids and me don't mix. Didn't we talk about this last year? And how the shit do you raise kids on a frozen shithole planet like this one?"

He sighed again, leaning his face in his hand again. She didn't answer, but he knew she was there. He sensed her there. He could feel her gaze boring into the back of his skull. He heard her start to walk toward him and didn't move, even when she sat down next to him and leaned on his shoulder, her hands around his huge arm.

"I didn't think about that," she whispered so low, he almost couldn't hear her. "I'm sorry."

"Don't say that," he groaned, a twinge of guilt clenching his heart when she said it. "I never apologize to you, so don't apologize to me."

"But I am," she insisted, lifting her head and resting her chin on his bicep. "You know I am, right?"

"Yeah, now stop saying it," he grumbled and looked over at her. "Stop saying you're sorry."

She only nodded and snuggled her cheek to his arm again as he touched her face gently with his free hand. One thing was still bugging her though…

"Why didn't you go through with your threat?" she wondered, timidly and Riddick sighed, letting his hand fall from her face.

"You know I can't really hurt you, Deirdra," he replied, not looking at her. "Even if I had a reason to do it, I couldn't."

"Why not?" she breathed, looking up at him again and he gazed down at her.

"You know why," he rumbled deep in his chest. Yes, she did, and he didn't have to say it, but she couldn't deny how good it sounded when he did, the few times that he did.

"I don't wanna start another fight-"

"Then don't say whatever it is you're thinking," he cut in but she only shook her head.

"I won't over-react to whatever you say again, I promise," she replied and he sighed but held a hand up to her to wait.

He situated himself so that he could lean his back on the stone wall then held an arm to her, beckoning her into his embrace. She crawled toward him, passing his outstretched leg as the other was bent at the knee and she fit herself to the curve of his body as he placed his arm around her shoulders.

"Alright, Girl," he muttered, rubbing her shoulder a bit. "What is it?"

"What would you do if I ended up getting pregnant, unexpectedly?" she asked, quickly.

She braced herself for the reaction. More yelling, more shoving, more slapping, more threats and glares, but he didn't move. He froze instantly and she felt him stiffen as her arms wrapped around his torso.

"A-Are you?" he sputtered. She knew he was panicking. He only ever sputtered when he was panicked, and it was a rare occasion when he did. In fact, she could count on one hand how many times he'd panicked since they'd met.

"No," she assured him, and she instantly felt him relax. "I was just wondering, since we were on the subject, what would you do if I was?"

There was a long pause and it made her heart race. She would have given anything to know what was going through his mind at that moment. She chanced to look up at him, to make sure he was still awake for this. He looked back at her, his mouth slightly open, his eyes wide but he quickly shut his mouth and narrowed his eyes only slightly.

"I'd tell you to leave," he replied in a low voice.

Deirdra's eyes shot wide and she sat up fully, his hand sliding to the back of her neck as she pulled away from him.

"Leave?" she breathed.

Did he not want children that much? She had expected him to say something like, "I'd rip the kid out of you" or "I'd make you get rid of it somehow," not "I'd tell you to leave!" Would he hate her if she became pregnant? That scared the shit out of her more than if he had said he'd kill the child.

"I told you," he murmured, rubbing the back of her neck. "Kids and me don't mix. But, if I knocked you up, I wouldn't make you get rid of it. You said yourself you wanted them, but if they stick around me, they'll turn out to be just like me. I wouldn't want our kids to end up that way."

Tears pricked Deirdra's eyes and threatened to spill over her eye lashes. Two years of living with him, and she knew she had only made it through his tough, outer-layer. She was sure there was so much more to this man, so many levels and sides that she so desperately wanted to see, wanted him to share with her. This was one of the days that she would label as a breakthrough.

"Hold me," she shuddered and threw herself into his arms which he wrapped around her to do as she had requested.

"You still surprise me, Riddick," she shuddered again, burying her face into the hollow of his neck. He felt her warm tears spread over his skin and pulled her a little closer.

"Quit being such a woman," he smirked, jokingly and she let out a few laughs before pulling away to look at him as she sniffled.

"I am a woman," she retorted and his smirk grew a little. She giggled and pressed her lips to his for a few quick kisses before she laid her head onto his chest and he curled his upper lip at how short her hair was. A thought suddenly sprung into his mind and he grinned evilly.

"Hey, you know, we had kind of a big fight," he murmured, running a hand down her back and onto her rear. He gave it a squeeze and Deirdra gave a little squeak then giggled as she grinned up at him and quickly wiped her drying tears away to smile seductively at him.

"It was a big fight," she agreed in a sultry voice, pushing herself onto her knees and straddling his legs. She slid her hands to his chest and messaged his shoulders and chest as she ground herself against him. "Maybe we should have some hot…" She trailed her hands lower as he clamped his hands onto her thighs. "…sweaty…" She flicked her tongue over his lips. "…animal sex to make up for it?"

Riddick growled and captured her mouth with his, making her groan in arousal. She was on her back again, wrapping her legs around his waist, her arms around his chest to rip off his shirt. He growled again and shoved her pants down, then her shirt up and over her head and it was thrown away.

"I love you," Deirdra growled, pulling him closer by his shoulders, feeling the muscles in them shift and reveling in it.

"I know," he growled back in her ear and nibbled at her ear lobe.

"I love being with you, Riddick," she breathed as she unbuckled his pants and used her legs to shove them down his, making him growl in arousal. "So don't knock me up, because I don't want to leave."

"Then we should do this in a different position," he suggested with a seductive grin and brought his lips to the shell of her ear. "What do you think, Girl?"

"Say my name, Riddick," she requested. "Please? I love it when you say my name."

He pulled her closer and decided to give her a bit more than just hearing her name on his lips. He pulled away from her to look into her eyes and she frowned in wonder as she breathed heavily in passion.

"What?" she moaned, her hands running down his arms and driving him mad again.

He leaned his head forward, hesitantly. He wasn't always good at this gentle, romantic crap. He'd rather just get to screwing her, but if she liked it, he may as well make her happy. He always got points when she was happy.

He pressed his lips to hers gently and her frown softened a bit but she was still confused. He ran his tongue along the seam of her lips and gently pushed past them to search her mouth for her own tongue. She gave a moan when his tongue stroked hers and her arms slid around his neck as her eyes fluttered shut.

Deirdra loved it when he did this, though it wasn't often. It made her tremble and light headed, and she savored every second of it, knowing he wouldn't do it again for a long time. He slid his arms beneath her and tried pulling her closer as he still kissed her, not feeling close enough to her and she did the same. He slowly pulled his lips away and Deirdra licked her lips. His kiss burned…kept going even as his lips trailed down her neck then back up to her ear.

"Deirdra," he murmured, his breath hot against her skin and she shivered. "I love you."

She smiled, feeling tears return to her eyes. Tears of joy and overwhelming love as she pulled him closer, pressing a tender kiss to his cheek. It seemed they would go on the way they were, but unbeknownst to them, it was to be one of their last days of peace.

A/N: ok, i hope i dint make Riddick too mushy, but we had to see a bit of a softer side to him. and i figured the subject of kids would come up because, lets face it, women always want kids with the men they love! lol! reviews?