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wheneclipsefalls · 2 years ago

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Forever My Babygirl pt.3

Part 2, Part 4

Pairing: 16 yr old Tuk x metkayina male oc

Summary: Tuk's sick state doesn't stand in Teeysal's way. Someone has to take care of her, after all.

A/N: The fact that I can write 24 pages of Ma Neteyam in one week but it takes me three weeks to put together 12 pages for this, blows my mind. I am so sorry this has taken so long. I have really been through a lot trying to figure out what I am doing with this story. I thought I had writers block for so long and then I realized that I have just been holding myself back with the plot. I've been worrying so much about not rocking the boat too much with problems in this story and that has utlimately held the plot back from a lot. I finally feel like I have a grip on this plotline somewhat so I'm excited to share more soon! I hope you enjoy!

Tuktirey felt as if her limbs were made of stones as she lay sprawled across the marui motionless. The teasing flicker of sunlight tickled at her nose and eyelids until she was forced to finally peak her eyes open. Blocking the ray of sunshine with one hand, she lazily rolled onto her other side, ready to succumb to sleep once more.

But then it hit her.

There was sunlight.

Her head spun as she shot into a seated position. Ignoring the searing pain and lagged response in her limbs, she stretched out to pull the flap of the marui apart to see outside. Sure enough the sun was high in the sky and different members of the clan were already busy at work. Tuk let out a sad whine, realizing she had indeed left Teeysal all alone that morning with no explanation as to why she didn’t show.

Hearing the sound from sitting outside the marui, Neytiri turned to see her daughter pouting at the entrance. She quickly shooed the girl inside before joining her.

“My love, you need to lie down.” She softly cooed, ushering the reluctant girl to relax against the sleeping mat. All Tuk wanted to do was find Teeysal and explain but the throbbing throughout her body had different plans that couldn’t be ignored.

“How long has the sun been up?” Tuk questioned, nervous to hear the reply.

“Just a few hours.” Neytiri replied while shuffling together some fruit on a plate for the girl. Looking up to notice her youngest’s distraught look, she added “Don’t worry about the ilus little one. Kiri went out this morning to feed them.”

Grateful that the excuse covered her real reason for anxiety, Tuk tried to smile back at her mother. Neytiri, as always, was the hardest to fool as she could read her children like open books.

“Do not get worked up over it, Tuk. You are sick so your job right now is to focus on getting better. You can start with having some breakfast.” Her mother pushed cut up fruits towards the girl encouragingly. Tuk knew better than to disobey her mother, especially when it involved the health and safety of her children.

“Tsahik will be here later this afternoon to see what is wrong. Till then, I want you to drink lots of water.” Neytiri helped Tuk sit up slowly before placing the wooden cup in her hands.

“I don’t feel too sick, Momma.” Tuk attempted to play off casually while downing the substance. Neytiri rolled her eyes, sending her daughter a doubtful look. Tuk knew what that meant so she went back to drinking every glass of water and fruit her mother pushed her way without complaint. Her eyes began to droop as she sluggishly fiddled with the fruit.

Tuk tried to fight sleep as her mother took the things from her hands and prepared the mat once more, but it was no use once her head hit the makeshift pillow. Neytiri hummed one of her infamous lullabies softly, luring Tuk back into unconsciousness. When Tuk awoke again it was to the sound of hushed voices.

“-too much for her.” Tuk recognized the low rumble of her father’s voice.

“Ma Jake, you worry too much. Ronal will know what is wrong and how to fix it. It is probably something that will go away in a few days.” Foolishly, Tuk blinked her eyes part way open, cutting off the conversation between her parents. Jake quickly moved from sitting back on his haunches to be beside the barely conscious girl.

“Hey there babygirl. How are you feeling?” The world was spinning and her limbs felt like noodles but Tuk did her best to not let it on.

“I think I feel a lot better now. Probably just needed sleep.” Her father frowned, unconvinced. She flinches as his cool hand rested against her burning forehead.

“You don’t feel any better, kiddo.”

“It’s probably just from the blankets.” Tuk kicked the woven material off her legs for emphasis before beaming back at her parents. “I really should get going and catch up since I’ve already missed half a day.”

“Lay down.” Neytiri snapped.

A chill ran through the air at the sound of Neytiri’s stern demeanor. Even Jake shifted slightly under the stern gaze, before sending his daughter a look that warned Tuk now was not the time to push her mother. The sharp edge in the tone had Tuk laying down immediately.

“What has you in such a rush, kid?” Jake questioned, elbow propped on his knee.

Tuk’s brain scrambled for some sort of explanation. The throbbing in her head did nothing to help her cause as she stared blankly back at her parents. Tuk was never considered a good liar and even when she did it was simply for small pranks or chances to do fun stuff with her older brothers. Nothing was ever to this scale of risk.

“I j-just don’t like being cooped up.” She threw in her signature pout that Tuk knew reminded her father of when she was still a little girl. The expression alone had in the past gotten her out of more trouble than she cared to admit.

His gaze visibly softened.

“I know kiddo, but you have to take care of yourself. It will probably only be a few days till you’re better anyways.” His smile was full of affection and comfort but it couldn’t distract Tuk from the dread she felt building in her stomach. A few days, with no explanation for Teeysal. A few days without his charming smile or little jokes that made her giddy inside. A few days without the person that made her snap awake in the morning with a smile on her face.

Tuk lay there sadly as Tsahik worked on the ailments to help her recover before giving a diagnosis. It was a simple sickness but apparently one that had been brought on by a lack of sleep. Ronal said that her body was exhausted and could no longer fight off the virus without the proper energy.

The news had put her parents frantically putting things into place. There was talk of rearranging her chores so that when she was back to full health there would be no need for her to wake up so early anymore. No amount of reassuring words or convincing smiles could change their minds. Tuk could tell Jake was partly worrying so much out of guilt, having come to the conclusions that the nightmares were what was keeping her up at night. Her guilt twisted into a tighter knot at the thought. It became almost dizzying when she thought about what these changes meant for her meetings with Teeysal.

“I don’t want to do this bro.” Ayte groaned, a hand dragging down his face.

“Come one, Ayte! It’s been two days, I need to know what’s going on.” Teeysal begged his friend, an exasperated sigh leaving his lips. His turquoise fingers once again subconsciously found the ends of his necklace.

Two days without seeing or hearing from Tuk had put the boy on edge. The first morning that he waited on the shore for her had been nerve wracking but as the time went on he convinced himself that she had simply slept in and forgotten. However, when the results were the same the following morning, doubts and worries started to spiral out of control.

He paced the beach frantically cooking up horrid reasons as to why she wouldn’t come. He ran through all their interactions, trying to detect any reason she may have for shunning him. Nothing came to mind, but a scarier thought came to the forefront of his mind. Jake Sully knew. The man knew and he was about to suffer the consequences of going against his threats.

Teeysal watched for any signs of Jake or Tuk the entire day. When he finally spotted the older na’vi talking to Tonowari his heart sank to his stomach in fear. He longed to hear their conversation but self preservation told Teeysal that it was best to keep his distance.

Jake never made a move to speak to him, in fact he walked past the boy without a glance, but Tuk was never found either. So, curiosity and worry had eaten at Teeysal enough. He had to know what was happening.

“Then put your own tail on the line, not mine.” Ayte hissed back at his friend, but Teeysal could see a glimmer of understanding in those eyes. They were brothers, sworn to look out and help one another, something Teeysal had done countless times for Ayte. He knew sooner or later the stubborn boy would have to come around and help him.

“You know why I can’t do that. For all we know, I would be walking into the end of a shotgun. Jake Sully hasn’t hung an ominous threat over your head. I need this, Ayte.” Teeysal pleaded, gripping his friend's shoulders.

Ayte shot another glance around the corner at the former Olo’ekytan sitting in the distance. The two cautiously watched the male inspect and repair the foreign Sky People weaponry outside the marui. Ayte nervously twitched at the brutal movements Jake completed to snap the two gun pieces into place.

“What’s a shotgun?” Ayte’s voice wavered, eyes still locked on the shiny metal.

Teeysal speedily spun his friend away from the scene. He could feel the hesitation growing in Ayte and looking at Jake Sully was bound to only make it worse.

“Don’t worry about it.” Teeysal shot the other boy a flimsy smile to hush his worries. Maybe it was the way Teeysal had lost the pep in his step the last two days or the doleful look in his eyes that boy carried after coming back from waiting for Tuk again, but Ayte let out a long exhale and nodded.

“I owe you, brother.” Teeysal grinned, clasping the boy on the back.

“Yeah yeah I know.” He grumbled with an eye roll.

“Freaking girls are ruining my life.” Ayte dejectedly grumbled, already on route to have an uncomfortable conversation with Toruk Makto.

With every tentative footstep, Ayte felt his stomach tighten in anticipation. His eyes were incidentally locked to the shiny metal of the mysterious weapon Jake was tending to. Jake worked smoothly with furrowed eyebrows of concentration, checking each part was in good condition. Ayte’s heart raced as he threw one more pitiful glance back to his friend, only to receive a bright smile and double thumbs up.

Only several feet away and still unnoticed by the older male, Ayte sucked in a large breath and pulled the trigger.

“H-hey Mr. Sully.” Ayte’s uneasiness deepened as Jake halted his movements and gave the boy a surprised look. Awkward tension was quick to build between the two.

“Hey kid.” Suspicion lingered in the tone as Jake went back and forth between continuing his inspection and glancing upwards at the younger male.

“How are you doing today…sir?” Ayte fumbled to get out, with a tacked on sir as an afterthought. The confused look Jake sent his way made him want to shrivel in a hole and hide. He swore to make Teeysal pay for this till he was gnawing at his own tail.

“I am fine uh-” Jake searched for the boy’s name with a raised eyebrow.

“Ayte, sir.” The boy quickly supplied.

“Right, Ayte. If you’re looking for Lo’ak he isn’t here right now so…” Jake trailed off awkwardly.

Ayte wished more than anything that he was there for Lo’ak. Looking for the leader of their hunting party would make so much more sense and most likely not have him questioning a protective father about his youngest daughter. He fought the urge to nervously bounce his foot sporadically. Thoughts jumbled into a tangled mess of knots as he searched for some way to reasonably explain why he was there.

“Oh yeah haha thank you, sir. I uh actually was just coming to check in.” His nervous laugh was swallowed by the stiff atmosphere between them. Ayte began to twitch under the blank stare that was returned by the former Olo’eyktan.

The silence was suffocating.

“You lost me, kid.” Jake admitted with a sigh.

The nervous energy came boiling to the surface till Ayte was unable to keep the sputtering of words from flying out in a heap.

“I just mean that I wanted to check in to make sure you and your family are doing alright, sir. A few people noticed that Tuk hasn’t been around for a couple days. Not me, of course. I never notice anything, get very distracted by other random stuff. My dad sometimes says that I need to get my head out of the clouds and into the water where it belongs because there aren’t any fish in the sky. Kind of a silly metaphor if you ask me, b-but also he’s my dad so I would never disrespect him by saying something like that. I-it’s important to listen to parental figures, you know cau-”

“Kid.” Jake’s voice barricaded the train of frantic rambling, finally cutting off the chattering. Ayte felt a chill run down his spine to accompany the slight blush on his cheeks. “You’re gonna give yourself an aneurysm.” The mood lightened slightly at the faintest of smiles twitching at Jake’s lips.

“A what?” Ayte titled his head in confusion, perplexed eyes watching the older male closely.

“Forget about it.” A simple wave of Jake’s hand dismissed the comment. With a long exhale he finally laid the machine gun to the side and braced his forearms on his thighs. “What is it you are trying to ask me, boy?”

The unmitigated attention from Toruk Makto lit another spark of anxiety through Ayte’s body but he forced the words out before he would unintentionally start another ramble.

“Tuk hasn’t been out for a few days…?” the end of the sentence died in the humid air. Apprehensive understanding coalesced in Jake’s features, as he did a once over of the boy critically.

“Yeah she’s been sick for a few days. Did you come all the way over here just to ask me that?” Suspicion was quickly being etched into Jake’s expression and the sight shot a pang of fear through Ayte. The urge to run pulled at his planted feet mercilessly. The fear of mysterious shotguns and aneurysms raced through his mind.

“Some of the others were just asking about her. Sorry to disturb you. Have to go, I think I hear my mom calling.” Ayte bolted from the confused father without another word of explanation. Jake furrowed his brows and continued to work on the machine gun, trying to ignore the sneaking intuition that told him something was not right.

“I underestimated the insanity that has overtaken you, bro.” Ayte whispered while watching Teeysal gather the last of the ointment into a small container. Teeysal continued pouring the liquid, teeth going to bite his bottom lip in concentration.

“Tuk has been sick for three days, Ayte. What am I supposed to do? Sit and let her suffer?” He let a curse out under his breath as some of the ointment spilled onto his hand. Teeysal prayed to Eywa that his mother wouldn’t miss the small portion missing as he sealed the container shut.

His body tingled with nerves and excitement at the thought of the stunt he was about to pull off. The restless night before was spent tossing and turning, muling the idea over in his head till sleep consumed him. There were risks undoubtedly but Teeysal decided that he was tired of acting out of fear. Their relationship, whatever it was, had difficulties and trials, but the male did not want to look back on this time and see that anxiety had ruled his actions.

“She’s not dying, Teeysal. She’ll be back feeding the ilus and running off to your little rendezvous before you even notice.” Ayte reassured him.

Teeysal scoffed at the assumption, pinched eyes telling the other male he was not buying the story one bit. He was past the point of noticing. Worrying ate at his thoughts every time he came back from the hunting trips to find no sign of her cheerful smile on the beach. A tight cord wrapped around his heart when he reminisced the mornings they spent together laughing and teasing one another. The way her hair would fly messily in the wind before he managed to tackle her off the ilu once more, maintaining his winning streak. The small dimples that would form in her cheeks as she studied the small crabs that littered that beach.

“I need to take care of her.” He resolved, attaching the container to the strap of his loincloth. Saying the words out loud made the sense of responsibility swell greater in his chest. What type of suitor, or na’vi, would he be if he did not prove his ability to look after and protect a mate?

“Oh jeez, you are too far gone, that is for sure.” Ayte’s resigned expression was all the confirmation Teeysal required before they headed off to the Sully marui.

The two boys watched the marui from their hiding spot diligently. It would only be a matter of minutes before the rest of the family would be off to meet with Tonowari and Ronal, information that had only been supplied to them by a luckily overheard conversation between Ao’nung and Lo’ak. Tuk would be alone for the first time in days, the perfect time to check in.

Excitement coiled in Teeysal’s chest as they spotted Jake and Neytiri finally exit the pod. It took a grip on his shoulder from Ayte to hold him in place till the parents were completely out of sight. He rolled his eyes at his friend as he promised to keep watch for the love sick fool. Teeysal took one more steadying breath before gently parting the closed flaps of the marui.

Blankets and makeshift pillows were wrapped and gathered haphazardly around her sprawled limbs as Tuk’s chest rose and fell softly with each breath. The coil around his heart tugged tighter at the sight of her messy hair framed around her delicate sleepy face. Closing the flaps behind him, he considered letting her sleep but the likelihood of another opportunity like this presenting itself was low. Hesitant hands reached out to shake her softly.

The motion did nothing to stir Tuk, only soft murmurs leaving her lips in acknowledgement. Kneeling down next to her, Teeysal tried again but to no avail.

“Tuk,” The hesitant whisper to deaf ears. “Tuktirey, wake up.” The louder voice was accompanied by firmer shakes to the girl's small frame.

Finally, her eyes fluttered open, expression a mix of dazed exhaustion until those golden eyes caught sight of the blue ones peering down at her. Teeysal’s heart beat loudly against his ribcage as he saw realization settle in her features.

“Teeysal!” Tuk shot upwards only to have the room around her start to spin.

“Woah woah hey, careful there.” Teeysal gingerly steadied the girl with large hands on both her biceps. Ocean blue eyes flicked across her expression painted with worry as Tuk swayed from side to side. “Do you need to lay down?” Tuk was quick to shake her head no before shifting herself into a fully seated position.

“You’re here!” Sparks ignited across his skin at the sight of Tuk’s vibrant smile. He missed that smile more than he could express. The notion had his confidence bolstering.

“Of course I’m here, I have to make sure you are alright.” Instinctively, his larger hand reached out and tenderly cupped Tuk’s cheek. Their eyes met in response to the contact and Teeysal was about to retreat the hand, but something shifted.

Tuk’s four fingered hand came to hold his in place lightly. Her lips turned up into a bashful smile as she leaned into the intimate touch. Hope flared exuberantly in his chest. Every source of contact with the girl sent his nerves a shot of electricity.

“Thank you.” Tuk’s fragile voice held a certain tenderness that he had never heard from her before.

His spiral of thought centered down into the prospect of his feelings being returned. Perhaps he was not just a lovesick fool with a crush, but a fool who was actually in love. In love with the voice and countenance that brought light to his rainy days. In love with the girl that was simply sunshine personified.

The heat beneath his hand sent a pang of concern through him as he moved his palm to lay over her forehead instead. The burning heat that radiated from the spot made his jaw clench slightly. No wonder she hadn’t left the pod in days.

“You’re burning up, Tuk.” He tsked, flipping the hand over to make sure the effect was the same on the other side.

“It’s not as bad as it seems.” She promised the fretting na’vi, moving his hand away from her forehead. Drowsiness was still evident in her lethargic movements despite her smiles that sought to cover up her sickly state. Hair sticking up in every which direction and form trembling, it was hard to not see the pain the poor girl was in. Teeysal ached to scoop her in his arms and care for her until those ailments disappeared.

“I brought this for you.” He handed over the small container of blue ointment. “My mother makes this ointment at the healer’s tent, insists on me applying it whenever I’m sick. Apply it to your neck and it will help soothe you into a deeper sleep.”

Tuk examined the bottle, before layering her head against her tucked knees, intently watching the Metkayina boy before her. His skin tingled at the undivided attention.

“Thank you.” She whispered, entranced by the blue-eyed-boy in front of her. A comfortable silence fell between them, but then Tuk frowned suddenly. “Teeysal?”

“Yes?” Apprehension tugged at him as he studied her sudden solemn expression. The picking at her nails confirmed her nerves.

“My parents are moving my responsibilities around. I’m supposed to feed the ilu dinner instead of breakfast so that I can,” Tuk paused with a dramatic eye roll, “sleep in”. The words were accompanied by frustrated air quotes, indicating her parents' words.

Delayed emotion filled his chest.

“Oh.” Teeysal absent mindedly muttered. Tuk was quick to shift to her knees.

“It’s ridiculous really! Tsahik said that I’m sick due to lack of sleep and then my dad got super paranoid about it, thinking it had to do with my nightmares-”

“Nightmares? What nightmares?” His chest tightened at the thought of the bubbly girl having nightmares. She had never mentioned the troubles before. It was hard to believe that any true horrors could be beheld by someone with such a light countenance.

“Oh it’s nothing.” He didn’t miss the way her shoulders hunched and eyes dropped to the ground at the subject. An illogical part of him reprimanded himself for not being there to comfort the girl. His fingers twitched, holding back the desire to reach out and cup her face again. “My parents are just kind of sensitive about it and they thought that moving my assignment around would keep me from having to wake up at dawn. I’ve been trying to talk them out of it, but a tree listens better at this point!” Teeysal held back a coo at her pouting.

A bitter melancholy tried to steer his emotions at the news, but Teeysal shoved the upheaval into an invisible box and set it to the side. He tried to placate the dread by promising himself to figure out the predicament later. He would find a way for them to meet, one way or another. The small sniffles broke the contemplation immediately.

“Oh Tuk, don’t cry it’s ok.” The somber tears gliding down her cheeks made the boy’s heart clench and brain fire off at a hundred miles per hour. Thoughts crashed into one another frantically, looking for the right words to say.

“I’m sorry, I-I shouldn’t cry.” The back of Tuk’s hands hastily wiped at the tears as she turned her face away from the boy. The blanket fell away as she concealed herself from the scene out of embarrassment. Teeysal instinctively rested his hand on her striped shoulders, trying to urge her to return.

“You don’t need to apologize for crying, Tuk. Can you please turn around? I want to see your pretty face.” The last phrase rolled off the tongue without permission along with the delicate drag of his knuckle down her cheek. Tuk’s eyes sparkled with tears but the timid smell that graced her lips lifted the mood slightly. Teeysal accepted the small success. “Won’t you tell me what’s wrong?”

Uncertain amber eyes twitched across his features, searching for some sort of hidden message, one that Teeysal could not quite figure out. Her lips parted, words hot on the end of her tongue but they died off as she quickly shook her head before concealing her face in her hands. Tuk curled in a tight ball, the boy raised an eyebrow in bewilderment.

“I can’t.” Her muffled reply came.

“No, come on. You can’t leave me hanging like that. I promise I won’t tell anyone.” Hands still holding her shoulders, he leaned in close, soft words working to coax Tuk’s face out of her barricading legs.

“It’s too embarrassing.” Her suppressed voice insisted.

Curiosity lit within him, egging on his determination.

“Too embarrassing, huh?” He mused, leaning back thoughtfully. “How about this? I will make you a trade. I tell you something embarrassing about me in exchange for your supposedly mortifying problem.” The tentative eyes peeking over her knees was confirmation enough for him.

“Hmm okay let’s see, what would be a good one?” Teeysal thought out loud, playfulling tapping his chin in a feigned pondering expression. Half of her face cautiously revealed itself as curiosity took over. “Oh! I have one.” He readjusted himself, mentally preparing to sacrifice his dignity for the cause.

“A few years ago, the details of my age at the time is unimportant, I was dared by some of my friends to try and jump an ilu over the rock wall at south beach. Being young and dumb as I was, I couldn’t pass up the opportunity.” Teeysal rolled his eyes thinking back on his own stupidity.

“Did you make it?” Interest laced into her golden eyes, leaning forward in search of a response.

“Oh yeah I made it,” He scoffed. “Only then to get my foot stuck in a net at the saddle, then with the ilu spooked by the death defying jump he bucked me off and dragged me through the water by the net. When my foot finally got loose I skid right up onto the beach and into the deboning station. It covered me head to toe, along with leaving the lovely lingering smell of fish guts for weeks.”

Rapid giggles erupted from Tuk’s chest that she quickly tried to smother with a hand to her mouth. Teeysal's own laugh mingled with hers, mortified but happy to see her state much improved.

“It’s ok, you can laugh. It was pretty idiotic.” He assured the girl as she continued to try and stifle the giggles. The only evidence of her tears were the soft tracks that had dried along her cheeks. The air lightened with the sound of laughter.

“Boys are so stupid!” Tuktirey claimed, amusement swimming in her golden orbs.

“I know, but it sure keeps things interesting.” Teeysal stifled another laugh at the eye roll the small Sully girl sent his way. He wondered what type of ‘stupid’ things she witnessed her brothers doing over the years. It was hard to imagine knowing the leaders in such an intimate way that their ridiculous stories were one you could witness and tell.

“Okay, come on now. I shared mine now it’s your turn. What’s got you down?” The fleeting laugh vanished as Tuk trapped her bottom lip between her teeth nervously. It felt unnatural to see the girl so nervous, reminding him only of the time she gifted him the necklace. The unique reaction had his brain stirring up various problems that could have her in such a state.

“It sounds kind of ridiculous now.” Her doe eyes found the marui floor once more, picking at the woven blanket scratching her feet.

“Nothing is more ridiculous than the story I just told you. I promise I won’t laugh.” Teeysal fingers dragged an x pattern over his chest, crossing his heart. It was one of the many things Tuk had taught him about Sky People customs from her constant ramblings. No sign of ease fell over the girl at the promise but she timidly went to speak anyways.

“It’s just that I really like spending time with you, and I don’t want that to change.” The floor continued to peak her interest as she stared down at it while speaking. His eyebrows curtained together, slightly confused by her bashfulness at something already established.

“I like spending time with you too, Tuk.” His words snapped the girl upright, face painted in frustration.

“No! That’s not what I mean.” Exasperation tugged at her tone, furthermore confusing him. “I’m trying to say something else.” Head thrown back, Tuk let out a groan. Teeysal was atloss for words. Sometimes girls talked in riddles that he couldn’t decipher, and he realized this was the prime example.

The small outburst ceased, Tuk abruptly coming to a decision.

“Ok I know this will sound weird but I need you to close your eyes.” She sternly stated.

“What? Why?” She simply restated the request, small four fingered hand coming to shut his cerulean eyes herself. Teeysal obeyed, feeling antsy with the lack of vision. Only the sound of gentle ocean waves and Tuk’s soft sigh could be heard.

“I know this may seem kind of selfish, but I don’t want to stop spending time with you because I like you. But in like a special way. A way that has my stomach twisting in knots when you smile at me.” Teeysal’s heart skipped a beat, eyes peeking open subconsciously.

“Keep your eyes closed!” She squealed, hands shutting them again. “I can’t do this when you bat those blue eyes at me.” A giddy smile yanked at Teeysal’s lips relentlessly.

“Sometimes looking at you makes me lose my train of thought. It’s honestly not fair how pretty you are, but I guess that’s my point. You make me feel this special way and I don’t know if I can go without it, without you.” Elation quickly built in his soul. Thoughts ran faster than he could compute them, everything was a swimming pool of excitement and shock at her confession.

“My dad thinks you are trying to court me.” Teeysal’s eyes tentatively open, relieved to find no protest from Tuk this time. His vision was filled with the small girl clutching her knees, apprehensively looking back at him. There were so many things he wanted to say, a million ways he could string together a confirmation of reciprocated feelings, but only one slipped out.

“He’s not wrong.” Three words that said little but meant so much. Innocent eyes blinked back at him, glimmers of hope reflecting in them. The air was thick with unsaid words, emotions still waiting to be expressed.

“Tuk,” his hand naturally found purchase on her cheek once more. “I’ve been crazy about you for months. Every day I wake up and the first person I yearn to see is you, and that hasn’t been a recent development. Ayte is sick of hearing me gush about you.” Teeysal felt as if the air was suffocating him, but Tuk drank in every word. “Yeah your dad’s right, I have been trying to woo you because I think you are the most beautiful radiant full of life girl I have ever met.”

Bursts of rosy pink dusted Tuk’s cheeks, accentuating the shy smile working its way along her lips. His thumb fondly caressed the ebbing pink of her cheeks. To his delight, the action only brought more of that heat to the surface. Endearment seeped into his chest.

“They’re just red from being sick.” Tuk sheepishly defended her burning cheeks, hands draped over them to block the boy’s view. A flirtatious confidence bloomed in Teeysal at the sight of her bashful emotions. A sense of pride that he was the cause of the tinted cheeks. Just as he was about to comment on the lame excuse, he noticed the trembling in her shoulders.

The sun was quickly setting into eclipse, painting a faint glow on Tuk’s skin through the gap in the marui flap. The glowing light illuminated the fierce shaking that was overtaking her small body as her hands moved to hug herself in defense. Worry quickly washed away amusement.

“Just a little cold.” Her nonchalance was damaged by the chattering of her teeth, sending the words into a vibrating mess.

“A little cold? You’re shaking, Tuk!” Teeysal sternly corrected. Protective concern overrode embarrassment and hesitancy as he quickly offered a solution. “Come here, I’ll warm you up.” His arms splayed wide, welcoming her in.

To his surprise, Tuk did not hesitate to accept the offer. With only a little bit of coaxing she was perched on his lap, ear pressed against his chest. Her form fit daintily against his own, completely enwrapped in his embrace. Teeysal fought to focus on creating friction with his hands against her arms for heat and not the small weight pressing down on his legs or the close proximity of her chest against his own.

Her trembling vibrated against his chest but he was sure it was nothing in comparison to the sky rocketing heartbeat Tuk must’ve felt against her ear. However, a certain calm began to fall over him as he inhaled her scent of fragrant flowers mixed with salt water. It lured him into security along with her breaths that were slowly evening out. Fondness grew as Tuk would occasionally nuzzle her face deeper into the turquoise skin. Small hands clung lightly to his sides and the extra contact spread a heated shiver down Teeysal’s body.

The calm breeze played wistful melodies as it danced across their intertwined bodies. Darkness slowly overtook the light until glowing freckles became the contrasting illumination in the marui. The deep breaths mingled together as Teeysal switched to tracing patterns along Tuk’s stripped back. The small girl melted into the touch, arching further and further into his strong arms.

Teeysal let out a long exhale, the feeling of peace washing over him. Something inside of him knew this was right. It felt natural to hold her, to feel her breath match his own. He yearned for the moment to last forever. One look down at Tuk and he found her lost in a tranquil sleep, small puffs of air leaving her lips. A protectiveness stirred stronger inside of him. Tuktirey was so small and so trusting. For a moment he could understand why the men in her family were so careful with her fragile heart.

Hairs tickled his cheek as he leaned down to place an affectionate kiss on her temple.

He would be careful too, Teeysal decided. Her heart would be safe with him.

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honey-on-your-tongue · 2 years ago

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Everything I Never Told You

(Part four)

Series masterlist

Warnings: Angst (which has become pretty much the default.) Uh, idk, angst. Angst. I don't wanna spoil anything, so Imma cut the warnings short. Enjoy!

You fall into a pattern. Every day, you wake up with dawn, have breakfast, train all day, and go to bed exhausted. Jake takes care of teaching you, of ensuring you become one of the people, that you are aware of the customs, that you follow them. He teaches you to ride a banshee, to use a bow and arrow, to walk, to jump, to hunt. He helps you with the Na'vi language, aids you with the rituals. Basically, he's with you all day, teaching you, helping you...

Days, weeks, months pass. You don't know how many; if you're honest, you don't care. It's not like you have a deadline, it's not like you have anywhere to be. But you're aware that time is going by and that your memory hasn't changed.

If anything, it's blurrier than in the beginning.

The only moment you felt like you remembered something was when Jake touched you in the tent, when he kissed your neck, when he kept leaning toward you on the top of a Hallelujah Mountain as eclipse fell around you. But now, with this new routine, you simply feel far away from him, as if you can't see eye to eye. As if something between you has cracked, fallen away and left barren, impenetrable terrain where that odd...beforeness used to be.

“Elbow up,” Jake corrects, softly pushing your elbow higher as you pull the string of your bow taut, your arrow aimed directly towards a tree with a target painted on it. “Back straight.” He pushes you to square your shoulders. “And focus.”

You want to scoff at yourself. Focus. Focus when he's standing behind you, so close you can feel his breath on the nape of your neck? Focus when you can't stop thinking about what he said that late afternoon: I've missed you so much...? Focus when you feel, deep within your soul, that the only way for you to remember anything is if he shows you whatever connection the both of you had before you died?

Focus.

You release the arrow. It whooshes through the air, whistling gently, and lands on the outer edge of the target. You sigh at yourself.

“It's alright,” Jake reassures you as he grabs another arrow from a leather case on the ground. “You're learning. All you need is practice.”

You can feel frustration bubbling within you.

Practice. Focus. Elbow up. Mind clear. Deep breaths. Step quietly. Walk swiftly.

So many orders, so many little details to follow, so many things that only anger you and make your memory more of a grim, messy fog than it already is.

Jake hands you the other arrow. “Again,” he instructs. “This time, feel the arrow. Feel where it's going, where it has to land. Focus on the arrow, on your body. Control your movements, your strength, your aim.”

You try again.

And again, and again, and again. By the time you're done, the tree is littered in arrows, and not a single one has landed in the center.

You slump to the ground, mentally and physically exhausted, pissed, frustrated, and on the verge of tears.

Jake sits beside you. As you rub at your eyes with vexation, he softly says your name.

“What?” you snap. “What do you want to tell me now? That I just need to keep trying? That I'll get it eventually? That I belong here?” You sneer. “It's been days, Jake. Entire weeks of training, of trying, of sweating and crying and bleeding just to get it to work, but nothing does. The more I do this, the more I feel my memory slip away. I don't know who I am, or why I'm here, and this isn't helping me at all.”

He remains silent. You can feel his gaze on you. “Do you want to leave?” he questions, his voice soft and quiet, gentle and broken.

You feel tears sting at the corners of your eyes. You don't know what you want. You just want to understand who you were—who you are—and you wish it wasn't this complicated.

Maybe I should've just stayed dead.

The thought sends terror through you, enough for you to start sobbing harshly.

You sense Jake reach for you, his arms ready to wrap around you, but you pull away from his touch.

“I—Yes, I want to leave,” you reply with a whisper. “I just...I need to leave.”

You don't risk glancing at Jake. You can already imagine the look of hurt he has drawn in his eyes.

Crack.

Jake is convinced it was audible—it must've been, he's sure he heard it. The final break to his heart.

This is it. This is what's going to kill me.

Worse than a knife to the chest, worse than breathing water into his lungs, worse than any injury he's every had.

You leaving, voluntarily, because you don't feel any hope here.

Because you can't find the home you once did.

Jake wants to cry. He wants to throw himself at your feet and beg you to stay, beg you not to leave him, beg you to keep bringing meaning to his life.

But it's your decision, and he will respect that.

He keeps his composure, takes deep breaths to try and relax his shattering heart. His ears droop, his tail falling to the ground, hopeless. “Okay,” he says, hoping his voice isn't wobbly from how thick the knot in his throat has grown. “I'll take you back.”

You both hop onto his ikran. You've learned to do it on your own, refusing to let him pick you up and place you on the animal. You grab onto him lightly, a barely-there touch remains where you once hugged around his waist and rested your head to his shoulder.

As the ikran flies over the thick foliage, cool wind rushes past the two of you, breezing in the gap between your bodies, making the distance that much more noticeable. It's as if your bodies are a mere demonstration of that canyon between your souls, that unfixable bridge, that torn connection...

Jake's heart keeps tearing itself into pieces, rolling into itself like a wounded creature, baring its weak, useless teeth to the world in hopes of scaring all threats off.

His heart has tried so hard to keep itself safe, and then you showed up and you hurt him. Twice, you've left him. Twice, he's lost you. Twice, you've abandoned his heart to the unbearable pain of loss and grief. And yet, he finds himself loving you more with each passing day.

Jake leads the ikran to the small clearing in the forest where your tomb lies. The creature lands on the soft ground, clicking its beak softly.

Clouds are carrying over the sky, darkening the day even more, threatening to burst tears over your loss as if Eywa herself were mourning your departure.

You jump off the ikran, your face sad and tear-stained, your ears folded against your head.

Jake wants to hop off his animal, hug you one last time, take the chance to finally tell you how much he loves you. But he doesn't. He knows he can't say goodbye to you again, he can't hug you one more time, can't touch you anymore—otherwise, he'll never be able to let you go.

Your eyes rise to meet his. “I'm sorry your plan didn't work,” you murmur. “I...I wish it would've.”

His heart tears itself even more.

“Me too,” he replies silently.

What's the difference, he wonders, between waking up without you and watching you walk away from him in real life? They both feel like death.

You sigh softly. Without another word, you turn away from him, walking into the foliage, disappearing amongst the bushes and trees where he'd first seen you appear.

Jake remains where he is for a long time, simply sitting atop his ikran, staring at the place you'd been standing in moments ago.

Eventually, he has to leave.

Eventually, he has to wake up.

His ikran takes off, dashes through the air. Once he's safely up in the sky, away from curious ears and peering eyes, he cries. He cries for you, allowing the wind to push his tears off his cheeks. He sobs as his soul breaks into pieces, cutting into his skin, making his heart feel raw and bruised.

The rain comes not long after. It mixes with his tears, adds to the pain. The cold rain makes his body even colder, the ghost feeling of you against his back unable to bring him any comfort.

He flies through the rain until he can feel his ikran become exhausted. Only then does he decide to return to the camp.

What's the difference between waking up without her and watching her walk away from me in real life?

There is no difference, he decides. I lose her either way.

The rain is falling down hard, the sky pouring as you finally reach headquarters. At first, the soldiers posted to the first watch raise their rifles at you, shouting at each other, but when you lift your hands in surrender and state your name, they let you in.

A check-up later, a warm bath, some clean clothes, and a small individual room in the infirmary, and you still feel...empty.

“They took me,” you'd lied. “Held me for days, captive. I found some clothes of theirs, stole them, ran off before they could realize it.”

But how untrue that was. You'd given yourself to the people, willingly joined their lives, their clan, their reality. And still, you felt nothing. You'd gotten nowhere. You were right where you started, an empty shell of a person that once existed.

That other you...she'd blossomed, like the gorgeous flowers in the jungle, bright and colorful, peaceful and adored by all. And who were you now? Blackened petals, dry from too much sun or soggy from too much rain. Dead either way. Empty. All color lost, all charm disappeared, all adoration only a shadow of what it once was.

You lay in your cot, staring up at the plain ceiling.

You were the best.

And who am I now? You wonder. If I was the best, how can I pretend to outdo myself? Or to even go back to what I was?

You force yourself to sleep. You have nightmares, mixes of your reality and your fears. Jake's touch ghosts over your skin, people are shooting all around you, you're falling off an ikran...

And suddenly, a blinding flash of light. You blink and you're standing elsewhere, away from the chaos and destruction and death of whatever was happening.

It's nighttime. The sky a dark black, stars everywhere, the moons visible. Plants glow all around you, little creatures chitter softly. For a moment, you're confused, lost. But then you realize where you are.

You're standing in that clearing in the forest, the same one where you saw Jake for the first time.

As you slowly walk toward your tomb, you find yourself staring at Jake's back as he sits in front of your headstone, murmuring unintelligibly.

You watch form a distance, eye the way his back is hunched, the way his ears are folded backward, his droopy tail resting beside him.

You can't make out what he's saying, can't understand him, but you can hear his tone. Melancholy, broken, soft sobs interrupting every other word. His shoulders shake and he covers his face with his hands, crying.

You want to walk over to him, to comfort him, to do something to push his pain away. But you dare not. You chose to left. Why are you playing with his emotions? You can't go back only to leave again. Wasn't dying and leaving him once enough? Did you truly have to do it again?

Guilt rushes over you, feeling like a river is flowing into your lungs, making you feel like you're drowning.

You startle awake, body shaking, tears on your cheeks.

It's fine, you tell yourself, it was just a dream. Nothing more. Just a nightmare.

Jake is sitting in front of your headstone again. He couldn't sleep, and he didn't know where else to go. So he's here, talking to you...trying to, at least. Talking to the person you used to be.

Branches and leaves rustle not far from where he sits, and someone walks out from between the foliage.

Neytiri. Her eyes are focused on Jake as she approaches, and he hastily pushes his tears away when he sees her.

“She left,” she states, sitting beside him.

He sighs softly. “Yes,” he replies, voice shaky.

“What happened?” she asks.

“She...she felt like this wasn't helping her find herself, so she decided she wanted to return to the Sky People,” Jake answers, clearing his throat to steady his voice.

Neytiri sighs. “And you let her go?”

Jake glances at her, confused. “She-she wanted to leave. Of course I had to let her...Who am I to force her to stay?”

Neytiri whacks him on the head. “Skxawng,” she accuses. “Why are you giving up with so much ease? You mourned her for years, Jakesully. And now that the Great Mother has returned her, you let her slip from your fingers.”

“She wanted to leave,” Jake insists, confused. “It wasn't helping her remember anything.”

Neytiri whacks him on the head again. “The problem is not that she wasn't remembering. The problem is that you two haven't looked for what can help her memory. You've been training and and teaching her, and that is good, it is part of her becoming one of the people; but you haven't sought out things that make her remember. Have you taken her to the places you two used to visit often? Have you told her stories of who she was? Have you tried introducing her to her past life? Or have you simply tried to drag her through this new life, hoping, by some miracle from Eywa, she remembers everything?”

Jake folds his ears back, ashamed. “No,” he mumbles. And right there, it's like he realizes how stupid he's been.

Skxawng, he snaps at himself. How could he not think of that? In your tent, and then on the top of that mountain, when he'd touched you, pulled you close...he'd felt something and he'd known you'd felt it, too. He could see recognition flashing in your eyes, could sense you allowing your walls to crumble for him. And he'd ignored it. He'd been so afraid of scaring you off, of pushing you away, that he'd kept himself at a distance and, by doing so, stumped your memory.

The first time you two had gone through this—through his entire time in the Avatar program and his process of becoming one of the Omaticaya—you'd been there. You'd been by his side every single step of the way. That was what you needed. That's why this wasn't working. You needed him by your side, and not only teaching you, but also behaving the same way he always had. By helping you with everything, flirting with you, treating you as kindly and friendly as he could. By showing you he loves you, and never letting you forget it.

But it's too late now. You're gone, probably already back at headquarters, far away from him. And he doubts you'll ever return.

“What do I do?” he asks Neytiri, desperate, broken eyes rising up to hers.

“You pray to Eywa, asking the Great Mother for one more chance to right your wrongs,” she responds with ease. “And this time, Jakesully, do not give up on your girl.”

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Days pass.

Another check-up, breakfast, orders for you to rest. You don't care about anything, you're just glad they don't have you training or being interrogated about what happened.

You don't feel a thing. You lay on your cot, staring at the ceiling, knowing there's a part of you missing and hating that you can't get it back.

No one visits you except the nurse who occasionally shows to check your vitals and see if you need anything. No one else cares about you, no one else has even worried for you in this time that you've been gone.

But the Omaticaya people...

They'd mourned you. They'd been overjoyed when they saw you again. They'd been kind and patient, and they'd been constantly checking in on you, worrying for you, showing you they cared.

Why had you come back?

So what if I wasn't remembering anything? You scoff at yourself. I'd rather not know who I am and be surrounded by people who care, than to find myself and be surrounded by jackasses who barely even recognize me.

But to go back...to put yourself through that again, through all that training and all those custom practices and rituals, to think there's hope only to sink into desperation and frustration...It's too much. You don't think you can handle that amount of stress ever again. You can't be faced with the fact that you will never be able to remember who you were. It's too much pain, leaves you feeling emptier than you had in the beginning.

What about Jake?

Your heart soars at the thought. Jake. Jake with his ridiculous smile, his bashful little ears, his nervous tail. Jake with his stupid grin, his smooth laughs, his kind personality. Jake with the little touches he places on you while teaching you to use a bow, or when he helps you jump from tree to tree. Jake in your tent, when he'd hugged you, kissed you, whispered in your ear. Jake on top of the mountain, inching closer, pupils so dilated, you could only see a strip of amber on the outside. Jake. Jake and that feeling of before, like he's the only answer to everything, like only he can help you.

But can he? If it didn't work all these months, why would it work now?

I gotta take a chance, you decide. I have to risk it. What am I going to do here, rotting away in a cot, unloved, ignored, forgotten? I can at least try to find a family in the Omaticaya.

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Night falls. Your nurse says goodnight, tells you she'll show at midnight to check up on you.

You nod, smile, thank her with empty words.

You count to a hundred after she leaves, and then you get up. You're dressed in a comfortable t-shirt and a pair of khakis, big black combat boots waiting under your bed.

You grab a knife you'd retrieved from your shared dorm earlier that day, and you hide it in the waistband of your pants. You pick the boots up, walking out of the nurse's ward, into the dark hall. You move as swiftly and quietly as you can, trying to remember all the stealth Jake has been teaching you.

You reach the exit, push the door open and quietly step out into the fresh Pandora night.

You keep to the shadows, ensuring to stay out of the line of sight of those who are on watch. You slide under helicopters, behind cargo boxes, past ATVs and entire shipments of weapons—the few that have made it to the base without being intercepted by the Omaticaya.

You can see the chain-linked fence not far from you, only a few feet and a quick climb and you'll be on the other side, free.

Your heavy boots are still in your hand, your ears attentive to the slightest sound. So you hear it. Light footsteps, following yours, getting closer and closer.

A soldier, trying to stop you? Someone about to drag you back to the nurse's ward?

When you hear the other person is close enough, you abruptly turn around, swinging your boots at them, hissing and baring your teeth.

The other person ducks away from your boots, rendering their hands up. “Whoa, whoa, it's okay. It's okay. It's just me.”

Jake.

He stands in front of you, eyes scanning over you, his ears folded back.

“Jake,” you exhale softly, relieved to see him. “What are you doing here?”

“Looking for you,” he replies, glancing over his shoulder back at the base, ensuring you two are alone. His eyes return to yours. “I was going to break in to get you out, but, uh, you kinda made this easier for me.”

You smile gently. “I was going to go back,” you tell him. You shake your head. “This place is horrible. It doesn't agree with me at all. And, even if around the Omaticaya I don't remember who I was, it's better than being here all on my own.” You pause, consider saying it, are about to confess, and at least I'll be with you, when the lights to the runway flash on.

An alarm starts blaring, people are yelling, and suddenly Jake is pulling you by the hand, to the fence. He drags you behind a few abandoned containers, rusted and rotting from the humidity, and you find a small opening in the fence.

He helps you through it before sliding out himself, and then you two are running through the forest, branches scratching at your arms and legs and face. You didn't get the chance to put your boots on, and you really don't need them, so you drop them on the floor, leaving them there.

Jake runs beside you, occasionally grabbing you by the wrist and tugging you in a different direction. You suppose he knows where he's going, he seems like he does, so you trust him.

It's a long while before the two of you slow to a stop. Far away from headquarters, finally free.

You lean against a tree, breathing heavily, adrenaline still coursing through your veins.

Jake glances over at you, his chest rising and falling with his thick breaths. Your eyes lock onto each other, refusing to look away.

You don't know if it's the adrenaline or the relief or the fact that you're finally with Jake again, but your entire body is surging with this ridiculous feeling of before.

Your skin tingles, your tail swishes from side to side, excited, and your heart speeds up in your ribcage.

The tension stretches in the air, feeling like a palpable entity that urges you toward Jake.

Already, you know you can't stop it from happening.

Jake's heart is in his ears, but not because of your escape.

You're looking at him with those big, sharp eyes, you pupils wide, your ears folded against your head.

He can feel something inside of him pulling him to you, as if you were an irresistible force, a natural phenomenon he cannot seem to stay away from, nor would he ever want to.

He steps toward you as you lean against the tree, slowly, carefully, gauging your reaction. He cups your face with a hand, places his other hand on your waist. You invite him in. Your arms wrap around his neck, your eyes falling to his lips, and he swears whatever measly ounce of self-control he had evaporates.

He leans in slowly, afraid you'll dissipate into thin air, and ghosts his lips over yours. You let out a little gasp, a small breath that sends shivers down his body. His grip on you tightens and he gently places his lips on yours.

Your kiss is quaint, careful, sweet and intoxicating and, fuck, Jake could die a happy man with knowing what your lips feel like.

Your arms pull him closer, pressing his chest against yours. You open your mouth, letting his tongue in, allowing it to trace over your gentle lips.

You shudder against him, your skin pricking with goosebumps at his touch. He tries to pull you closer, to hold you tight, hoping, begging, praying this isn't another one of those dreams of his, that he won't wake up to realize you're not real.

His lips leave yours, kissing your jaw, moving to your neck, right over your pulse, licking the skin there.

You let him. You let him kiss and lick and bite his way down to your collarbone, until his mouth finds the edge of your shirt and he glances at your face. His hands sneak under your shirt, caressing the skin of your torso, and he whispers, “Can I take it off?”

You sigh softly and nod. “Please.”

He is careful with the way he peels your shirt off, raising it over your head, helping you out of it. He tosses it to the ground, forgotten.

He couldn't care less about the shirt right now.

You stand before him, bare, beautiful, perfect.

He leans towards your chest, placing a soft kiss on your collarbone before moving his mouth to your breast. He kisses the soft swell of it, traces his tongue over your nipple before taking it into his mouth and sucking on it.

You let out a shaky exhale, your hands moving to his head, tangling your hands in his hair as he moves to your other breast and pays it the same attention.

You are perfect. Beautiful. Your body almost as breathtaking as your mind, as your heart, as your soul.

You are his end. His undoing. Everything that breaks him, everything that holds him together. You are his moons and his sun, the blood in his veins, the thoughts in his mind. You are everything to him, and he's glad your life intertwined with his; where would he be otherwise?

He kisses the valley between your breasts, lowering himself as his mouth trails down the center of your stomach. He kneels before you, his goddess divine, and gently nips at the edges of your pants.

You help him pull them down. You step out of them and kick them away.

Jake's heart stops beating in his chest as he looks up at you, naked. His hands hold onto your hips, his lips kiss your thighs, your lower stomach, admiring every inch of you.

Your breathing grows ragged, he can hear it, as he softly pulls one of your thighs over his shoulder.

Keeping his eyes on yours, he licks up your slit and then traces soft circles around your clit. You gasp gently, hips softly bucking against his tongue.

Your taste is sweet, addictive. He knows he'll never get enough of this—of you. He'll never grow tired of you, never have too much, never be satiated with what you give him. He will always need you, always want you, never take you for granted.

He slides one of his hands up your thighs, gently pushing his long, thick middle finger into you. You moan gently, urging him on, as he adds his ring finger, stretching you open.

His tongue focuses on your clit, sucking on it, flicking his tongue against it, making your body jerk and tremble.

He eats you out slowly, adoringly, savoring every single drop of you. He's almost afraid he'll never get to do this again, to love you, touch you, hold you, and he wants to commit every single detail to memory.

He curls his fingers, hitting that spot within you that makes you gasp and jerk, and he doesn't let up until you're shaking.

His tongue traces your clit, circling it, his eyes watching your face for your reactions. One of his hands massages your thigh as it rests on his shoulder, his fingers digging into the plump skin there.

Your hands fall to his head, fingers tangling in his hair, tugging at the thick locks. He groans, the sound making you whimper against him.

Your juices drip down his chin, coating him in your scent, and he can feel his cock—already hardened—start to leak precum from the sensitive tip.

He pulls his fingers out of you, licking them clean of your arousal, before he lowers his mouth so that his tongue can sneak into your sopping entrance.

You groan, grinding your hips on his face as he nuzzles his nose into your clit, his tongue maneuvering in and out of your warm entrance.

“There,” you gasp, fingers tugging at his hair. “There. Right there.”

He chuckles against you, making your hips buck, your legs jerk. He keeps your thighs spread open, his calloused hands kneading into the soft flesh.

He looks up at you through his eyelashes, his amber gaze famished, needy, wholly lustful.

He can feel the tremors that start washing through you, shaking you, as you moan and whine, begging Jake to let you reach your orgasm.

“A while longer, baby,” he says against your pussy, his words spilling right onto your skin. “Hold a while longer for me, okay?”

You try to hum your agreement between your gasps and moans as your body writhes beneath his touch and swift licks.

You keep your orgasm at bay, holding it back for as long as possible, trying to stay away from the burning ache that ripples through you.

Your body is quaking, your legs limp and boneless, your breathing constantly cut off by your loud, desperate moans.

“Fuck,” you cry. “Jake, I can't—Too much—!”

“Alright,” he says into you, “it's alright, baby. Go on, come for me.”

You gasp, your orgasm crashing through you, making your breath get caught in your throat. You cry Jake's name, your hips jerking, trying to pull away from his mouth as he continues to eat you out through your orgasm.

“That's my girl,” he praises softly, finally pulling his face away from your cunt, placing a few kisses on your thighs, softly bitting the skin there. “Such a good girl for me. There you go.”

You're breathing heavily, your body falling limp.

Softly, Jake pulls you down to him, leading you to straddle him. You kiss him, breathless, making his heart skip and his cock twitch against you. Your arms wrap loosely around his neck, your tongue traces over his bottom lip, your hips starting to grind down on his.

He groans into your mouth, his hands gripping onto your hips with so much force, he's afraid he'll bruise you.

One of your hands slithers down his chest, caressing the muscles there, before they dip lower, lower, lower, until you can push his loincloth to the side and wrap your fingers around his long, throbbing cock.

He gasps softly, the sound drowning into your kiss.

“We don't have to do this,” he tells you, pulling away from the kiss. “If you don't want to, we don't have to do this.”

“I want to do this,” you tell him as you kiss his neck, licking over his adam's apple, making him shudder under you. “Do you?”

He chuckles, but it's a thick, husky sound, a groan of pleasure and want. “Fuck, you've no idea,” he replies. You bite his neck, and he can feel your smile against his skin. His ears fold back and he exhales softly as you lick the spot over.

You guide his cock to your cunt, running the tip over your clit. He can feel how wet and warm you are, how you drip down his length.

Then, you lead his cock to your entrance and slowly lower yourself onto him, all the way until the tip touches your cervix.

You moan gently, fingers digging into his shoulders, and he groans, his hands moving to your ass and massaging the flesh.

For a moment, he considers making tsaheylu, offering you his queue and explaining what it means, but he hesitates for a second too long, and you start gyrating your hips, moaning softly. The pleasure overcomes him, and the idea dissipates, leaving behind a sense that he's swallowing down yet another thing he wants to say to you.

Jake kisses you, his hands guiding you up and down, your cunt tight around him. He cannot get enough of the sensation of your warm pussy, of your arousal as it drips down to his lower stomach and across his thighs.

You slide one of your hands down to your clit as you ride him, and he glances down, watching as you touch yourself.

He groans, a guttural sound that makes you shudder against him.

He moves one of his hands from your hip to your pussy, and grabs your hand in his, lifting it to his lips and placing a few kisses on your knuckles before wrapping your arm around his neck. Then, he returns his hand down between your bodies and uses his thick, rough thumb to draw tight circles around your clit, adding pressure until you're whining and jerking against the sensation.

Jake sighs against your neck before chuckling lowly, a sliver of his cockiness shining through. “Come on, baby, let me make you come again, hm? You gonna come on my cock for me, babygirl?”

“Yeah,” you mewl in response. “Fuck—Yes.”

He keeps his pace, thrusting up into you and circling your clit, both movements making you tighten around him with each passing moment.

He can tell you're close by the sounds you make, by how you clench his cock, by your nails digging into his shoulders.

“Don't stop,” you beg, breathless, closing your eyes and throwing your head back. “Please-please, don't stop.”

“I won't, baby,” he promises. “I'll give you everything you want, girl. I'll fuck you for as long as you want, however you need me.”

Your legs go limp, your grinds growing sloppy and weak, but Jake keeps up the pace, ensuring to push you to your edge.

You gasp as your orgasm washes over you, your body going taut for a second before the pleasure hits you and your release overcomes you. You exhale as you start climbing down from your high, but Jake keeps rutting into you, making the pleasure spark within you again.

“Jake-Jake—”

“I know, baby,” he says through clenched teeth. “I know it's too much. But can I come inside you? Can I fill this pretty pussy, girl?”

You whine, overstimulated, overly sensitive, but you nod. “Please, please, please,” you reply, each word accentuated with Jake's thrusts and rubs on your clit.

Jake can feel his release creeping up on him, like hot water rushing over his body, threatening to make him faint from the intensity.

Your fingers tangle in the hair at the back of his head, tugging softly, as you moan his name.

Jake groans. Fuck, he didn't know he liked his hair pulled until you did it.

He's close, so close. He can feel the incrementing sensations, the pleasure becoming almost too much. He can feel your hot pussy around his aching cock, one of your hands digging its nails into his shoulder, your other hand tugging his hair, your ass bouncing on his thighs.

And then your lips—your plump, soft, wet lips land on his neck, kissing him, licking him. Your tongue traces a path down to his collarbone and you bite him, hard, making him let out a low moan.

His orgasm is too close. He thrusts harder, faster, the fingers rubbing your clit grow uncoordinated, clumsy. Your cunt tightens around him, knocking the breath from his lungs.

“Jake, please,” you moan, desperately trying to match the movements of your hips to his desperate thrusts. “Please, I need you to fill me up. Fuck—please!”

You come again. For a third time. Whining and thrashing, body spasming against Jake. And he feels your juices, thick and sticky, gush over his cock. And it's the last straw for him.

“Fuck,” Jake growls, his orgasm finally rippling through him. He closes his eyes, folds his ears back, exposing his canines as he hisses softly, the pleasure so intense, it's almost painful. Almost.

His cum spurts inside of you, filling you, and slowly begins to drip out of you, down his length, mixed with your own arousal.

You're both breathing heavily, bodies growing limp, exhausted from the pleasure. He helps you up, allowing his softening cock to slip out of you. His cum pools out of you, and he gathers it with his fingers before lifting them to his mouth and sucking his digits clean.

You lie on the soft grass beside him, your chest heaving, your skin slick with sweat.

Jake lies beside you, brushing a few strands of hair off your face. “Y'alright, baby?” he asks softly, placing a gentle kiss to your temple.

“Yes,” you reply, voice a little hoarse from the sex. “Just worn out.”

He pulls you toward him, cradling your naked body against his.

I love you.

The words echo in his mind, surging from his heart up his throat, dancing on the tip of his tongue—

“Thank you for helping me out of headquarters,” you say quietly, a little drowsy. “You didn't have to come looking for me, and you did. So...thank you. It-it meant a lot to me, Jake.”

“It was no biggie,” he replies, trying to dismiss your flattery even though your words make his heart race, his breath quicken. “I...I had to get you back.”

There's a small pause before you question, “Why?”

Because I love you.

“I, uh...” He licks his lips nervously, summoning the courage to say those words. “I...I just couldn't...leave you there. I woulda missed you too much,” he half-jokes.

Fucking idiot. Just tell her.

“I really appreciate it, Jake,” you say again. “Thank you.”

Jake can feel you dozing off in his embrace, your breathing growing slow and steady. He glances at your beautiful face, at the little luminescent freckles across your skin, at your long eyelashes, your sweet lips...

You're so fucking perfect...

I love you.

He falls asleep without saying it. He figures, I've kept it quiet for years, what's one more day without telling her?

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