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BABY DADDY JAKE AND LIKE THEY HAVENT EVEN OFFICIALLY MATED FOR LIFE YET BUT HAVE A WHOLE ASS NEWBORN

why is this idea so cute to me??? i have no idea why but slay

You and Jake weren’t really a couple at the start. Sure, you had your moments. Like sometimes, he’d bring you a cute little bundle of flowers, or a new anklet and shit like that. But it was never serious, never really a relationship.

The first time he met you was during a hunting festival, with crystal beads in your hair and a mischievous glimmer in your eyes that he couldn’t help but be drawn to. He had a bit too much to drink, and it seemed as if you did too.

He walked up to you, trying to hide the intense nerve that shock his system because you were really fucking pretty. You were dancing carelessly, arms flowing out and he taps one of them, immediately cringing at the unplanned move.

You turn, the beads in your hair rattling against the base of your neck as you look up at him with curiosity.

“Hey,” he mumbles, crackling a tiny smirk that covers the immense panic he feels.

You blink, smiling a little as you look him up and down. “Hello.”

“You, uh,” Jake clears his throat. “You’re really pretty, and uh… would you wanna dance?”

God, he seems like a complete douchebag. But you like it, or seem to at least by the way your smile widens. You simply nod, turning yourself completely to him and placing the palms of your hands on his shoulders, and he watches you do it with wide eyes. He notices the way your head gently tilts, before you grab one of his hands, directing it to your hip. “You place here.”

He nods, flicking his gaze quickly to the other dancing pairs to see what they’re doing as he attempts to copy. You find it cute.

“I feel how tense your fingers are.” You comment, and his gaze snaps right back to you. His ears twitch down, airplane mode for a millisecond before they’re back up laying against his black hair.

“You can?”

“Mm,” you hum. “Relax.”

He tries to do what you say, breathing in through his chest and relaxing his hand sat against your hip but it’s hard, because he can’t help but feel the way the perky bone of your hip sticks out to his fingers and how smooth your skin is.

“Relax,” you repeat, letting a breathy giggle fall from your lips at his obvious lack of ability to do such a simple action. When his fingers finally slow and rest lazily on your skin, you smile. “For Toruk Makto, you are quite humble.”

You know completely what to do through the music, starting your hands at the base of his stomach before dragging them up to his neck and making your palms meet. “Take your hand off my hip,” you mumble. You spread your hands out across his chest, following out the length of his arms before finally meeting his hands, threading your fingers through his fingers and bringing them up and above both your heads.

You’re looking at your conjoined hands, but he’s looking at you. When you bring them down, you catch his gaze, and you’re taken slightly aback by the intensity caught in it. You slow your hands, staring at him as your mouth gently agapes.

Sprawled out on the green grass, Jake leaving open-mouthed kisses on your neck as he enters you with drunken feverishly motions, groans slipping from his throat. Your legs curl around his torso, encouraging him to strive deeper into your cunt and kiss deeper at your skin. Your hands sprawl out across the map of his toned back, blunt nails catching onto his blue skin and creating tiny dinted scratches.

“Oh, my girl,” he breathes out. “Nice and warm. So— holy, so nice and warm.”

You mewl, digging your heels into the lower pinch of his back, “Jake, oh, Jake.” Your voice cracks into a edgy whine when he strengthens the pace of his cock, driving in and out of you fluently.

Breathing ragged and uneasy as you slump together, tangling in each other as you bask in the after moments of sex. Your tails curl together, wrap around each other and you sigh. Jake presses a gentle kiss at your forehead, rubbing his thumb on the fat of your thigh.

It was like that for a long time. Constant banter and flirting until you both gave in and ravaged each other, banging it out like there was no tomorrow. But you weren’t a couple, hadn’t taken it to the next step to connect your tsaheylos because why rush when you both can just be comfortable in an fun, open sex friends-with-benefits sort of deal? You were both fine with it, and there wasn’t anything that could change that.

But then came the random little pains and spikes in your belly, the nausea that sometimes grew when you ate, the increasing aching tender of your breasts.

You chew on your lip hard, praying to Eywa herself that it isn’t what you think it was.

The Tsahik tells you otherwise, and within seconds of her fingers grazing the skin over your belly, she nods. “Yes.”

“Yes what?” you rush.

“Silence, child. If you let me speak, I shall tell you.” Mo’at snaps. You nod violently, lips sealed close as you wait anxiously for her next sentence. “Eywa has blessed you with a gift,” she flats her palm on your stomach, unable to hide the gentle smile that stretches on her wrinkled face. “You are with child.”

You gulp, a mix of emotions running through you all at once. You slide your hand next to hers, feathering at your belly and feeling the soft skin there that’ll probably be decorated with stretch marks.

It’s nerv-wracking when you see Jake next, and he’s already got that giddy grin on his face as he strides to you. “Hey,” he murmurs, scooping an arm around your waist and pulling you into the warmth of his torso. He lands a sly kiss to your jawline, and you’ve got the feeling he wants to get straight into it today.

“Jake,” you say.

“Hm?” he mutters, gliding the hot of his tongue on the area just below your jawline. His fingers snake to your loincloth, toying with the lace that holds it together.

“Jake,” you repeat, voice sterner this time and that’s when he knows to back off, brow twitching up.

“What?”

“I have to tell you something,” you utter. He blinks blindly at you. “It’s serious.”

“Okay,” he returns, not without confusion wrapped in his tone. You breathe in, attempting to calm your nerves before you’re blurting it out all in one go.

“I’m pregnant, Jake. I have your baby,” you blurt. He stares at you, face unreadable and you take it as a sign to keep on rambling, but then he places a palm on your belly with his eyes set on the movement.

He lets a breathy chuckle leave his mouth, lets a grin stretch out onto his wide lips. “You do?”

You’re surprised to say the least to his reaction. “Yes—“ your sentence halts to a stop when Jake kisses you, palming a hand on your warm cheek and you sigh onto his lips.

“That’s…” he laughs again, “That’s amazing.” He looks up at you, pupils dilating. “You’re amazing.”

He grabs your face with both hands and kisses you again, this time harder. You’re being smushed from his grip and you giggle at his hyper, letting yourself melt into his warmth.

The more your belly grew, the more your actual relationship with Jake grew. It just happened. Naturally. The man’s protectiveness grew as well, even though you could never really get him to fully admit it.

Placing a hand on your belly, leaning his head to you as he tsks. “My girl, stay in rest.”

“Jake, just because I am with child does not mean I am helpless. I am still apart of this clan, and I am still able to serve it,” you fight against him, brushing his hand off of your body and reaching for your bow. He snatches the bow just as your fingers gaze the handle, and he hangs it above his head. You try swooping it out from him but he raises it higher, smirking as you huff in frustration.

“Pretty helpless right now.” He quips, unable to fight his shit-eating grin as he watches you try to reach your bow with your waving arm. You end up huffing and puffing, placing a hand on your stomach as you give up. You suddenly groan in pain, and Jake’s smug expression drops, immediately dropping his arm to place a concerned hand on your shoulder.

You snatch the bow from his now lowered arm, rushing it to hide behind you and press at your back as you laugh mischievously. Jake snaps his head to your face, frowning until he can’t help but let a small smirk break past his facade. “Not dumb, though.”

When you’re at the final trimester, you’re big, and heavy. Your feet are puffed up and your back twitches in pain every single time you move a muscle. It’s torture. And to add onto it, your self esteem is at your lowest.

Crying on Jake’s shoulder as he rubs your back with his big fingers, nose sniffly as you weep. “Ijustdon’tunderstandwhyyyy— huAp,” a loud hiccup slips from you. “IfeelsosoarallofthetiiiiiimemybreastshurtconstantlyweirdstuffcomesoutofmewhydoesEywahatemesooo…”

He gives reassuring kisses to your forehead, eyes closed with a faint, tired smile tugged on his lips as he coos, “It’s alright, my yuey.”

You certainly do not feel beautiful.

“Got that babymama glow.” Jake adds, mumbling as he gives another smooch to your forehead. He receives a defeated whimper in response, your body curling in his form as his arm wrapped around your form tightens around you.

When the baby comes, it fucking comes. You’re screaming at the top of your lungs as you clench at Jake’s hand with a bone-crushing grip. Healers swarm around you like bees, holding your legs, stomach, and every patch of your body except for your head, which Jake holds with his second hand.

Jake licks at his lips. “You’re doing great, sweetie—”

“Shut the fuck up, Jake!”

“Yep, ok.”

With one final push, the baby’s out. One of the healer’s holds the baby in her arms, a hint of a smile on her face as she hands your child into your arms. Warm tears rim around your eyes as you hold your new born baby, leaning against Jake’s body as he rubs at your back. You’re able to feel his chest tremble, and when you look up to him, there’s a tear striding down his cheek. With what energy you have, you scoop your arm around his neck, bringing his head down with your head as you give him a kiss to the cheek.

He returns it with a kiss to your forehead, yet unable to take his eyes off of his baby in your arms. “My Syaté,” you whisper lovingly. Syay meaning fate, a definition tied faintly in with blessing. Her nose sniffles and twitches, tiny eyebrows crinkling before she begins to cry. Jake can’t even seem to get care, as he holds the chubby cheek of his new babygirl and he can’t help but feel a new spring of fresh tears corrupt his face.

Jake barely leaves you and the baby. He says that he must protect his family, that it’s a bigger priority than doing anything else. But you’re not sure if that’s just a big fat excuse for him to hold her for hours. Laying in his lap, as he swipes a hand over her little head and feeling the thin, small fuzz of hair on it. With you at his side, singing to her as you stroke her cheek with a soft thumb.

The fire in front of you crackles, as the night’s cool air breezes on your backs. She coos out a gurgled giggle in reply.

Sometimes, Jake’ll just have Syaté in his arms as you fall in a much needed sleep, just staring at her face because he’s still stunned at the fact that in his arms, this is his child. It boggles him. He didn’t even think he’d ever find someone to love him, let alone carry his baby. But here you are, sleeping beside his leg peacefully and your face just looks so pretty and calm that it makes him want to cry.

Holding up his baby as the people surround him in circles, swaying side to side as you watch in awe. The new child of the people’s Olo’eyktan. Jake gently holds her up, the light from the sky shining on her small body and her legs squirming a little. “Syaté!”

“Syaté,” they repeat, echoing amongst the forest and you smile, teeth shining through your lips.

Connecting her tsaheylu to the many branches of the Tree Of Souls, connecting her to Eywa. Jake can see the way her eyes light up, can see the way her lips widen in a giggly manner.

The first time taking Syaté to have a bath in the river. Jake insists that he holds her on the way, and you grin, dashing through the forest because it’s the most freedom you’ve had in a long time.

Once getting there, you both gently get into the river, as Jake cradles Syaté in his arms. He holds her above the water until you give him the signal to lower her. The water swims at her feet, goes in between her little toes and she makes a noise at the feeling of it. He shifts his hand in a cup-like form, ripping it over his baby’s head gently. Slowly, he lowers her down into the river. You laugh gently at the way she screws up her face. “I know, babygirl. It’s a bit cold,” Jake chuckles.

She awkwardly blinks away the water that drops into her eyes, dripping at her black eyelashes and Jake wipes it away with his thumb before she could whine about it. Jake then shifts his eyes to you whisking through the stream, hair wet and following you as it flows weightless amongst the water. You end your swim in front of him, sneakily dipping your head over and blowing raspberries on Syaté’s chubby belly. She giggles immediately, the sound pure music to Jake’s ears.

Jake goes to give a million kisses to her cheek, nuzzling his nose in her skin as she ropes out rounds of uncontainable laughter. You start to laugh as well, and Jake can’t help but laugh, too.

Once back from the river, you sit in the open gap between Jake’s legs, Syaté a sleepy mess in warm your arms. She sucks at your breast with a new born baby hunger, even going as far to push a tiny hand on it to give her more. You rub at her tummy with the soft of your palm, mumbling your songcord. The fire in front of you is warm and orange, illuminating against the blue of your skin and creating a glowy atmosphere. Jake sighs through his nose, sliding a hand up and down your thigh as his legs fold under yours.

The heart beating in his chest is full, and he can’t name anywhere he would rather be. He rakes a few fingers through your hair, landing a gentle kiss to the back of your neck as contentment fills in his body, his mind brewing with the sense to protect. To protect his new-found family.

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‘eveng [ˈʔɛ.vɛŋ] n. child

Anonymous Request: Neteyam returns home to the forest after leaving for a year for war to find his mate and their newborn daughter who he didnt know about

Neteyam returns, having secured peace for your people after a year of war, to find you have a very big - and also very small - surprise for him.

Part 2

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"Hush now, beloved," you say to the crying baby in your arms, only a week old, as you tuck her into the sling that you use to carry her around and keep your arms free.

Once she is completely skin to skin with you, she calms down instantly, having only needed connection with her mother - and maybe a little milk.

You lean forward, turning the food you have cooking on the fire over, and pat her back gently to lull her to sleep.

Though the last week has been the most exhausting of your life, it also also been the most fulfilling and rewarding - the only thing missing is your mate, the father of your beautiful child, Neteyam.

Almost a year ago he left, and though you knew it was necessary for your people that he do so, every day since, you had suffered in his absence.

And then come to find out, you were expecting your first child with no way to get word to him, especially without risking your life - it made the suffering even greater, to think of all he was missing out on.

It eased your pain a little, to have a piece of him here in your arms, in the form of his daughter, but you pleaded with Ewya constantly to return him to you.

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Neteyam dismounted his Ikran and without a glance back at his brother, whom he had returned with, he took off sprinting, only one thing on his mind.

You.

He ran towards Home Tree with such an urgency, his feet moving faster than they ever had, and though many tried to greet him, all he had to say was, "Where is Y/N?"

Eventually, someone pointed him in the right direction. She was near the center of home tree, where most meals were prepared, and he saw the back of her first. With many other clan members, she was tending to the fires.

He noticed her hair was longer, and unbraided, tied back in one long pony tail - she had never worn her hair like that before, it was always meticulously braided.

"Y/N!" he practically screamed as he approached.

She turned quickly, dropping what was in her hand, and he stopped dead in his tracks when she stood up.

What. Was. That?

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You could hardly believe your ears at first, until your eyes confirmed what you were hearing.

Neteyam was home. He was home, here before you, running full speed at you - and then he was stopped, dead in his tracks, at the sight of his daughter.

You felt nervous now. You had dreamed every moment of him being home, but now that he was, you wondered if he might be angry with you.

"Neteyam!" you screamed, and closed the gap by taking the few steps between you. You were still a little sore - birth will do that to you - so you couldn't move as quickly as you could before, though you were still quicker than you had been at the end stages of your pregnancy.

"Y/N, this... we..." he stammered, staring with a slack jaw and wide eyes.

You pulled back the cover of the sling to reveal your daughter, wrinkly and skinny as any newborn was, nuzzled against your breast.

"This is your daughter, Neteyam."

He reached out, placing one hand on your shoulder and the other on her back through the sling.

"She's so small," he said, his voice quiet and full of reverence as his eyes filled with tears. "She's so beautiful. Does, did you name her?"

You shook your head. "No, I was waiting for you. You missed so much, Neteyam. The pregnancy, the birth - just a week ago - and I want you to name her. You can wait, until you've spent time with her."

Carefully, you removed her from the sling. She fussed at the loss of warmth and contact, and Neteyam jumped into action. Carefully, you placed her in his arms, and he held her firmly to his broad chest.

Tears falling down your face now, you placed your hand over your mouth and smiled.

"She's so small," he said again. He leaned forward, wrapping his free arm around you, holding the both of you tightly. "I missed you. I... I'm so sorry I wasn't there for you."

You rested your head on his chest, listening to his hammering heartbeat. "You are here now. Our family is complete."

You cried together, and stood like that for quite a while.

"Parul," Neteyam said after only a moment. Miracle. "I want to name her Paurul. She's a miracle and you've blessed me with her."

You smiled at each other, and Neteyam pressed a firm kiss to your lips. A tension you hadn't realized you'd been carrying seemed to melt away, knowing you no longer had to face parenthood alone, knowing that your soulmate was back with you and you would never allow him to leave again.

"Parul. Perfect."

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The Distance Between... Them (Jake Sully x Metkayina OC)

Part 1

Author’s notes: Hello All! This is my first story in a long time so I’m open to feedback. So, I am posting this and gonna make it a series exploring Jake and Kxaní’s (OC) eventual affair and maybe even a potential polyamorous marriage in the end??

Warnings: 18+ sexual content (pretty vanilla though), grief, death, jealousy, cheating, affair, dead neteyam, hopeless & horny Jake.

Summary: Kxaní, an observant seamstress of the Metkayina witnesses the fall of the once-perfect Sully family.

Kxaní (forbidden) = Metkayina OC, seamstress, jewelry maker, a single woman a bit younger than Jake, quiet-natured and observant.

The last year had been a trial for the Metkayina. Not only had they welcomed in forest people and taught them from scratch like they were children, but they also lost souls to the destruction that the alien Sky-People had brought. If it had not been for the fact that Jake Sully was Toruk Makto, Tonowari and Ronal would not have let the deeper blue-colored Na'avi family stay on their island. In a way blame could have been placed on Toruk Makto or Tonowari, not only by the Metkayina but the surrounding clans on the island chain that had paid with even more pain for the decision. But, blame was not the way. Water continues to flow, even when filled with blood. Water did not blame the moons for making it swell, it persisted. That was the way mindset of the Metkayina, which now included Jake Sully and his family. Among the people lost last year was Neteyam, a strong young Na'avi with all the potential in the world. He was a fast learner and always seemed to have the weight of the world on his shoulders. When he was laid to rest at the Cove of the Ancestors, it became clear to everyone in the village that Jake Sully and his family could not just leave. Neteyam was with the Metkayina ancestors and that made them Metkayina, despite the differences in their skin, tails, and past lives. They had all been reborn, no longer Omaticaya, and it seemed, no longer the same people they were before. This was clear to just about everyone, even those who had never truly crossed paths with them. Kxanì, paramount weaver and seamstress of the Metkayina, had noticed... She noticed the family and the beautiful love they had amongst them despite the seemingly tumultuous situation that led them to the islands. Spending hours at the reefs collecting materials for garments/jewelry gave her a front-row seat for the display. It made her jealous, not because she was not loved by her family, but because she did not have the eternal bond that Neytiri and Jake had found across space and species, nor did she have loving children like the couple. It was ridiculous, how had they gotten so lucky to find each other? That did not mean they were not plagued by the reality of life. Kxanì knew they had their problems. Jake was intense and a warrior at heart, which led to tension between his children and wife. Neytiri struggled to adjust, having lived as Omaticaya for longer than her children and mate. It led to a sour mood and the grief of losing her firstborn only added to her disinterest in being Metkayina. Having watched their growth into the Way of Water, Kxanì saw the way the loving mateship between Jake and Neytiri deteriorated following Neteyam's death. While creating thread out of plants and beading garments along the beach, she saw the way their picture-perfect relationship crumbled. It did not take long at all.

Neytiri grew distant, silence becoming her default, and Jake could not seem to cross the expanse grief had made between them. He spent more and more time in the community, helping where he could. It made sense, Kxanì thought because all he had on this planet was his role, his mate, and his children. His first had gone, so he poured more effort and attention into Tuk and Kiri. Lo'ak resisted such treatment, the grief further catalyzing his rebellion. His role as a leader had been stripped from him when he left the forests. His mate was also lost and despite his attempts to claw his way back to her, she drifted further and further, becoming someone he did not know. Their eternal bond stayed but it ached, hurt by the distance as well as the pain the past year had brought. Jake needed an outlet, something to give his life meaning. Kxanì could see that in the way he looked out towards the bustling center of the village, scanning for someone to need him. Neytiri did need him but refused, becoming a silent shell of herself. The only things that could get a smile or words from her anymore were the children, but only when they truly needed her. Despite being reborn, both Jake and Neytiri were dying now, withering away. Maybe it was only a matter of time before Jake found someone who did need him, but in a different way than he had been thinking.

What he needed could not be fulfilled by helping others, raising mauris, or helping hunt. In fact, he needed the touch and care of his mate or anyone at this point. He felt like he was going crazy. Jake had been so sure that leaving the forest would allow him to protect his family but it had truly ruined it. He began to feel himself wandering, eyes and thoughts drifting. Flashes of carnal images, sexual exploits, and even actually divulging the state of his life to anyone filled his mind. This continued for weeks and weeks, he felt like a caged animal, pacing back and forth, doing the same thing but still trapped. Maybe that led to him finally noticing a figure out on the beach, just far enough for her face to be hard to recognize. He wondered who she was and if she had always been right there, lost in her work at the shoreline.

Kxanì had noticed a lot in her observations, but she had not noticed Jake noticing her. It was not until one day, weeks after he finally saw her, that they spoke. She was at the shoreline, gathering shells that the sea gifted to her, in her own little world as she every now and then watched a group of children ahead frolicking and giggling. Clad in a beaded top with pearly accented beads and a meshed skirt that worked well both in and out of the water, she was completely unaware of the footsteps behind her. Only when an awkward but thick clearing of someone's throat came to her ears did she realize that someone was around her. Her ears perked up slightly and she turned, a basket filled with shells on her hip. She was met with an expanse of dark blue skin, eyes widening ever so slightly, she trailed upward to find the face of Toruk Makto himself. Surprise did not aptly describe what she felt. Her cheeks got warm and she cleared her own throat. "I see you," The man spoke, bringing his hand from his forehead and downward. Kxanì swore that no one greeting her had ever felt so right. She mimicked the motion and words, smiling awkwardly as he stood there. He had created a plan for this moment. He was going to offer to help her with her tasks, though this was a chance to get to know the woman who he had only seen from a distance. "I..." Jake was kicking himself, getting lost in the pale blue of her skin and the delicate yet intricate swirls of her tattoos. "I was wondering if you needed any help, an assistant may be in your seashell collection?" Despite the utter anxiety he felt, his voice was confident and nonchalant. Kxanì stared for a moment longer than she should have before breaking eye contact and shrugging her shoulders. "I have a feeling that collecting seashells may not be in the skillset of a warrior." Her own voice was mid-ranged but smooth, like the ebbing flow of the rivers back in the forests. "Well, yes but isn't variety the spice of life?" The statement confused her and she furrowed her brows. "You know... Like variety is the spice of life?" He tried to explain but realized that much like when he first met Neytiri, this woman did not understand sayings from Earth, even if they were translated to Na'avi. Kxanì shook her head, a soft laugh coming from the woman as she looked back out towards the children playing. He gave her a sheepish smile, liking her laugh. "I mean to say that I need to do something different, I think. I want to learn more about the other parts of life here. Not just the hunting, swimming, and all that, I wanna learn about seashells... What are you collecting them for?" The woman could barely believe he was talking to her, let alone asking her about her tasks. She checked to see if he was joking with her but the toothy grin on his deep blue face said otherwise. After a few more moments of staring, Kxanì blinked and cleared her throat again. He was magnificent, even more mighty and strong up close. "Oh, well, I make clothing so I am gathering shells to use for beads." The fact in and of itself was not interesting to Jake Sully, but the way her lips moved when she spoke was utterly fascinating. Seashells would be the most interesting thing in the world if it meant he could watch her talk and hear that voice, so new to him and yet so familiar. That is how it started, their spending time together. He accompanied her on her gathering expeditions and she enlightened him about the many facets of her work. Kxanì's crush was not obvious to him, and neither was his to her. It was only after months of hanging out almost every day that it all made sense. They sat in her Mauri, across the way from her family's and on the other side of the complex from the one Jake shared with his family. It was hard for her not to wonder what happened when he went home and left her line of sight. Did he have the same smile? Was he still so curious and quick to learn? Kxanì was content with their time though, never thinking it would go further or that he could harbor the same feelings she did.

They sat facing each other, legs crossed as they both endeavored to weave together palm fronds to make a cord. Kxanì's fingers were adept and fast but Jake's stumbled as this was a new task he had yet to master with his determination. However, it was not just the novelty of the task that made it difficult, it was also the overwhelming need and frustration he felt. He had initially tried to convince himself he was attracted to the woman far off on the shoreline because she could give him a new purpose. However, he was finding that he wanted more than to learn from her, he wanted to have her in a way that he should only ever have Neytiri. But she was so distant, and Kxanì was right there, close enough to touch.

All of this led to frustration boiling inside the warrior. He groaned, cursing at the cord as it unraveled in his hand. He rolled his eyes and tossed it aside, which just earned a 'tsk' sound from his teacher. "You know that if you get agitated it will become harder to do the steps." Her voice was knowing though, he often got frustrated with the time that it took to find the perfect shells or wear them down into the most beautiful glistening beads. "I am not agitated," Jake defended, though they both knew the truth. Her head tilted and she gave him a look that said, "Really?"

He huffed, ears twitching as he picked the cord back up and started braiding it over again. "What's bothering you?" It was a question that she ended up asking often, for Jake was often in a more stormy mood than herself, who was on the surface level content with her life. Kxanì presented this way but truly she longed for the family Jake had, the children and a mate. "Just... Nothing."

This response was not typical, though he did not usually go into details about his struggles with his wife, he would share the details of what was going on with his children and the politics of the village. If it was about Neytiri he would keep it brief. "It's too quiet in the mauri" was his favorite phrase to hint at the dysfunction she had observed. Over the last three months, they had spent a lot of time together, mostly filled with her giving instructions and him creating bantering between them. But, they saw each other's situations, knowing that words spoken created pictures of their true feeling and experiences.

"It can not be nothing, what is it?" Kxanì asked this with some concern in her voice, scooting a bit closer so that their knees brushed against each other. He looked at her and felt hopeless. How could he tell her the feelings he had... not just the natural ones, but the ones that were directly related to her. He avoided eye contact, something he very rarely did. "What?" She urged him on, putting down her cord after tying the last knot in it.

There was a long pause and eventually, he looked back toward her. "It is something... I cannot ask of you." The statement from Jake was frank, in his husky voice that was usually so confident. Kxanì seemed shocked, her heart fluttering at the idea of what it could be. Her ears twitched and as she stared back at him, it clicked. Could he want me as well? No, never. Her cheeks got warm and she busied her hands once more with a new layer of palm fronds. "You could ask anything of me." Her voice was quiet but truthful, he could ask her to capture the moon and she would try until it killed her.

"That is not true," he chuckled. She was so nice, well-tempered, and warm, like the ocean at night. "But it is," Kxanì responded though she refused to look at him. His ears perked up slightly and he asked himself if it was possible. Could she feel the same way? He thought long and hard, eventually coming to the conclusion that it was a possibility. Why would she spend so much time teaching a jarhead like me about dainty little things? If not because...

Jake stared at her, hard. Glowing gold eyes seemed to bore holes into her but she resisted. Never had Kxanì felt like prey before, but now she did, her heart rate starting to increase as she braided. "Ask then." Her voice was neutral and ambivalent but her body was going crazy. Her ears still twitched and her tail did the same. He noticed this and it convinced him, that at least he could try. Worrying about consequences had never been his MO, so he went for it. He put his hands over hers, pulling her attention to him. She had not wanted to look up at him but when she did, she found something unfamiliar in his eyes. "Can I... Have you?" The wording was intentionally vague. But in an instant, she knew what he meant. Her blood got hotter and she blinked... Pausing before finally nodding slowly. Jake thought of the ramifications of such a question and subsequent actions for only a moment. He took the fronds from Kxanì's hands, letting the cord unravel as he carelessly placed it to the side. He wrapped his hands around hers, pulling her closer. The distance between them was slowly closed, twitches of noses and ears signaling their mutual consent. Lips touched and explosions of wants went off within both of them.

It was at first gentle and then eager, becoming a mission to explore each other's mouths like hungry animals. They continued kissing until they were totally deprived of oxygen. Their chests heaved and Jake wasted little time before pulling her into his lap so that she was straddling it. "You are so..." He started, breathlessly looking slightly up at her. "Everything." He completed his sentence in a way that she had not expected. He did not call her beautiful or sexy, no, he called her something more.

Kxanì was acutely aware of how wrong this could all go, how wrong it was. He was a mated man and father. But she was everything in his eyes and that trumped all moral waypoints she had. "You are so everything." She replied, kissing him again. The two kissed and kissed, hidden away from the world in her Mauri by the flapped door. No one ever assumed such things could be happening, always seeing the two doing work, nothing more. When their lips were numb, he pressed chaste kisses to the side of her neck and traced the flat of his nose up towards her ear.

"Let me feel you." His voice was rugged and left little room for interpretation. He had already freed her of her beautifully braided top, a piece she had completed herself, with the very beads he helped her make. She nodded her head, senses full of him. Her body was needy and wanting now, minutes bleeding together since they started feeling each other and getting lost in their kisses. He made a noise, akin to the disapproving 'tsk' that she often gave him. "Say it." His tone was still just as exhilarating and it sent her over the edge. The little resolve she had was gone.

"Okay, yes." She nodded again and he hummed, wrapping one arm around her and using it to lift her up. He used the other to free himself of his bottom clothing, then did the same for her. Both were tossed away and he smiled at her, "This good?" She nodded, warm but no longer blushing as he asked about the position. The long makeout session had made her needy. Her eyes trailed down and saw his member, which was of average length, at least compared to those men who she had been previously courted by, with a wonderful thickness to it. She hummed in agreement, resting her hands on his shoulders and positioning herself. Jake helped her, holding his cock for her. Kxanì felt the tip of it, covered in pre-cum, rub against her sensitive clit and a gasp of sorts left her.

"You like that?" He teased and she nodded her head, then she began to sink down onto him. It gave her a delightful feeling, stretching her perfectly. It had been so long since she felt that fullness. He held her close to him, shaky grunts leaving him. It had been a long time for him too and amazingly, he felt uniquely fulfilled by her despite his bond to Neytiri. He longed to feel the pleasure this gave her like he could through his bond with his wife. It was wrong but he wanted to hear her thoughts and feel her pleasure like once had Neytiri's.

They became one, temporarily. He used his hands on her hips to give more force to the methodical movements they made, his face burying into her chest and pressing kisses all over the swells of her breasts and every centimeter between them. Jake felt himself quickly nearing the end of his rope and wanted to prolong this moment, so he patted her ass, tapping twice to signal her to get off. Her soft gasping moans halted slightly and she looked at him, a predatory look now in her eye. Kxanì wanted more, surely he had not changed his mind. This was the side of her he liked to bring out, the more assertive side that was hidden behind her pretty face and quiet demeanor. "Don't look at me like that," he chuckled, pleasure thick in his voice as he lifted her off.

This was reassurance he was not backing out on her, in fact, he wanted to feel more of her. His large hand stayed on her back from there, guiding her to turn and get on her knees on the mat-covered floor. Kxanì understood well what he wanted, practically presenting herself before him. Her tail, thicker than his people's swished ever so slightly and he could not help but give it a light tug as he positioned himself behind her.

Jake's action was met with a hiss and her head turned back to glare at him, he chuckled again. Kxanì did not expect such a thing but he did not apologize. "I need something to hold onto." His voice was teasing as he once more delved into her wet cunt, which was sopping, having sufficiently soaked her skirt that she was previously wearing. They both moaned, hers soft and slow, while his were quick and a bit sharper. Thurst after thrust, it only enforced his decision to talk to her on that very first day.

"You feel so good," he praised her, hand moving from her tail and down to grab onto her thick hair which went just past her shoulder blades. He now used this for leverage, tangling his hand there and pulling her up a bit more as his thrusts began to get more urgent. Kxanì's hands searched for something to grab onto, dragging across the woven mat beneath them as he simultaneously planted one of his feet firmly on the ground. In this position, her knees and hands were the only things making contact with the ground. The thrusts became harder and they both knew the end was coming. Her body was raked with the reverberations of his movements, tingling pleasure shooting through her each time he sunk as far as he could into her. Jake grunted and groaned, sharp intakes of breath being heard as she quietly sighed and moaned beneath him. Her body was so pleased to feel him and he rammed perfectly into her cervix with each thrust. "Fuck," he cursed, only a few more pumps coming before he pulled out and let his warm cum spray in spurts over her back.

Jake's hand finally left her hair and her body was released to touch the floor below her again. Kxanì's back moved with the motion of her breathing and he huffed, resting on his knees as the afterglow set in. Her face rested in the crook of her elbow for a while and he took the initiative to clothe himself as quickly as possible. The aftermath and aftershock set in quickly, what had they done? What could the consequences be? He grabbed a piece of cloth, gingerly but effectively cleaning up her back. They both knew that they could not linger, the questions and ramifications they ignored now becoming of interest.

Kxanì was minutely ashamed but more so she was curious if she could feel him again or if this would be a one-time thing. The feelings she still felt ghostly over her were palpable and she needed more. She also reached for her clothes, putting them back on once he had cleaned her. "I... Should go check on the kids. I am sure they have gotten into some kind of trouble." He was standing and she still sat on the ground, having just finished slipping her skirt back on. They both looked so confused, brows furrowed and chests heaving. "Yes, of course." Her head nodded, waving him off and turning her attention to the cord he had stopped her from braiding. He walked over to the fabric flap of the mauri's door, wondering if it was smart to do this again. It did not matter, the buzz he felt in his toes told him he would be back for her.

"I will see you tomorrow."

Her hands ran over her hair, getting it back into a more normal state as she glanced after him. The questions and possibilities in her mind swirled, but she trusted his words. He would be back and that was enough for her at the time. They had closed the distance between them, establishing something outside of teacher and student relationship. Jake Sully, Toruk Makto, saw her and felt her. As she sat there, trying to focus on her craft, it was hard not to smile. Kxanì was no longer just an observer, she was a part of his story.