𝑪𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒂

You and Jake both worked for the Avatar Program with the RDA, both of you tasked with infiltrating the Omaticaya Clan, figuring a way to gain their trust, and providing a clear pathway to securing the unobtanium. You failed that mission and after Jake became Toruk Makto you led together in the Battle of Ayram Alusìng, helping the Na’vi defeat the sky people and sending most of them back to Earth.

In return Eywa transferred your souls into your Na’vi bodies and the two of you left your human lives and became apart of the Omaticaya clan, Jake becoming their leader.

Assimilating to Na’vi life was effortless for Jake, sometimes you even wonder if he was born for this life. It was challenging for you at first but not so much anymore. You’ve managed to make a solid group of friends and have even had many men show interest. You always decline politely, not yet ready for the kind of commitment the Na’vi practice. Plus Jake’s always giving some excuse as to why you should turn the men down.

After the war the two of you grew a lot closer to one another, not that you weren’t close before but this is a very different kind of close. The kind of close you can’t really slap a label on because you don’t understand it yourselves. The kind of close you can only become after betraying your entire species and defeating them together.

Everything felt okay, almost perfect. And then the humans came back, but this time with a vengeance. This time it was personal and they hit the forest hard so Jake moved the clan to a cave system in the Hallelujah Mountains where the RDA couldn’t find you. And now this is your home.

“My chest is barely covered.” you whisper to him and he gives you his signature grin. Goofy and childlike.

“Loosen up, nobody will be starin’ at your tits. Now get over here and let me paint you.” He laughs. Jake has never struggled with modesty, even day one as an Avatar he walked around half naked with ease.

There is a celebration tonight for the birth of the newest clan member so here you are, sitting half naked in front of your best friend as he paints your face.

His fingers have become experts at painting. Celebrations are very common so you find yourselves in this position frequently, painting each other in different colors and patterns.

It doesn’t take too long for him to get done, the paint ending at the start of your beaded top, which means it’s now your turn to paint him.

“I feel like I got the raw end of this deal considering I have a lot more surface area to paint.” You smile as you work your fingers down his neck and make your way to his chest.

He chuckles softly, trying not to mess you up. “Just say the word and I’ll take my pick at your replacement.”

He’s teasing, you know that, but that weird feeling bubbles in your chest. The thought that someday this won’t be a tradition shared between just the two of you stings and scares the shit out of you.

“I doubt there are too many women willing to put their hands on you Jake.” You reciprocate his teasing as your fingers reach his naval. His stomach noticeably tenses and you look up at him, shocked to see he’s already staring back, an intensity behind his eyes only Jake is able to wield.

You smile weakly at him and continue until you get to the band of his loincloth. Tension lays thick in the air and you find yourself wanting this to be over already while never wanting it to end.

You’re not in love with Jake Sully but sharing so many of the same experiences and emotions tends to nurse some confusing feelings. He’s the only other person that knows what it feels like to be seen as a traitor by their own species while simultaneously being widely considered demon by many Na’vi. You would never blame the Na’vi for how they feel about sky people, about you or Jake, but it leaves a deep ache of loneliness in your soul. An ache only Jake can understand. There have been many nights between the two of you, kurus connected and emotions shared, sometimes even a few tears shed. But you’re not in love with Jake Sully.

“I’m a chick magnet. You wouldn’t know because you’re too busy eyeing Naran.” He says and you roll your eyes as he smirks.

Naran is one of the clan men that has taken interest in you and unlike the other men that have pursued you he’s very persistent and ignores your reluctance. He often shows off in front of you during hunts, gives you handmade gifts, and stays as close as possible when you come out to social events.

“I am not.” You shove his arm playfully while giggling.

Once the air is silent again he lets his smirk fall. “Do you like him?” His tone is deep, more serious.

“He’s nice but I don’t think I do.” You say unconvincingly.

“You don’t think you like him?” He asks with a low chuckle but there’s an odd undertone to his question.

You’re putting the last bit of paint on his face, a single line that goes from right under his nose all the way down to the band of his loincloth.

“I mean it’s nice to be looked at in that way, to have someone that’s trying to win my affection. It also doesn’t hurt that he’s very attractive.” You laugh. “I don’t know, it’s all very confusing.” You admit as you get your finger wet with more paint.

“You want to be looked at?” He continues his invasive interrogation.

Your finger runs past his lips and they part slightly, his eyes piercing through you like a blade. It feels too intimate and you hurry down to his neck.

“Who doesn’t want to be looked at?” You quip with an eyebrow raise. You can feel the pulse in his neck, quick and steady.

Still too intimate.

“He isn’t right for you.” His assertion earns an annoyed look from you, irritation building at his never ending excuses for why you should stay alone. Lonely.

It’s not like you really know if you want to be courted by Naran, or any of the Omaticayan men, but that’s a decision you’re more than capable at making alone. He has no right to shoot down every man that tries courting you. It’s getting old and it does nothing but make you want to retaliate, to make him see that you’re in charge of who gets to court you.

“So what, I’m destined to be alone?” You question him.

“That’s not what I’m saying.” He defends himself.

“Please Jake. Out of all the men that have tried courting me, you haven’t deemed any of them worthy enough. Like I’m some high value prize. I’m not.” Your voice raises slightly as anger gets the best of you and instant guilt hits. You’ve never raised your voice at Jake and never want to do it again.

He’s still looking at you with a look in his eyes that you can’t decipher. Maybe it’s anger. Or hurt.

You give in with a sigh. “Look, I know you mean well by being cautious about his intentions and you know that I hold your judgment highly, but I want to feel a deeper connection with someone. I’m not saying I want Naran specifically but I want something with someone and I need you to let me make that choice.” Your tone is softer and you hope he understands.

Your fingers trace down his stomach and you get the courage to look at him. You silently plead him to say something, to tell you he understands or argue some more but he stays silent.

You finish with the paint and he gets up, looking down at you with a blank expression but he’s still Jake and he holds out his hand for you to pull yourself up with. Even upset he’s still considerate.

It’s awkward and silent as the two of you make your way to the celebration and relief floods you when you finally arrive.

There’s a small fire that people dance around, upbeat music floods the air, and the sweet smell of swamp hive nectar fills your senses. You have fallen further away from Jake and decide tonight you’re going to actually take his advice and be a little more social. Plus he walks really fast when he’s upset.

You get a small piece of the swamp hive nectar and make your way to the fire and sit on a log situated just far enough to feel the heat touch your skin. You watch as men, women, and children dance around gracefully and admire the way they don’t hold back. How they allow the music to guide their bodies.

You’re too absorbed in the dance to notice someone sit beside you.

“Oel ngati kameie.” Naran’s voice calls out and your head snaps to look at him.

Embarrassment flushes your cheeks as you hurry to swallow the sweet nectar in your mouth.

“Oel ngati kameie, Naran.” You respond back with a dry mouth.

“How are you enjoying the celebration.” The firelight paints his face in shades of gold.

“Oh, I only just arrived so I haven’t been able to do much celebrating yet but so far it’s lovely. I’m enjoying myself.” You ramble and give him a soft smile. He is very attractive. Not in the way that Jake is. Jake is broad with arms as big as tree trunks, a waist that puts most Na’vi women to shame, and legs you can see the muscles in even when he’s sitting. Naran is lean and tall which makes him a great hunter, not that Jake is a bad hunter by any means but Naran is one of the clan’s best hunters.

You shake the thoughts out of your head. Why are you comparing him to Jake?

“I see.” He smiles at you showing you his sharp canines. “Are you planning to dance tonight?”

His question stir butterflies in your stomach and you bite back your usual rejection.

“I guess that depends on if that’s an invitation.” Your nerves get worse when he stands up and holds his hand out for you to take.

You bite the inside of your cheek. You’ve never danced at a celebration before, let alone in the company of a man you know is after more than just friendship. You take his hand anyway and let him lead you.

It’s not as bad as you thought it would be, sure your body is almost on full display for everyone to see but the Na’vi don’t see nudity as a bad thing. They’re right of course, it’s not a bad thing but it was very taboo on Earth and you still have a lot to unlearn. You watch his movements and do your best to copy them. You’re definitely not the best dancer here but probably not the worst and that’s a win in your book.

The more the two of you dance the more you feel yourself let go of the insecurity and anxiety you’ve felt all night and let yourself feel the music and more importantly feel connected. Connected to the music, the dance, your body, and to Naran. It’s nothing intimate, nothing you’ll attach any deep emotional meaning to but it’s the most fun you’ve had in a long time and you hope he can feel the appreciation you have for him in this moment.

You dance for what seems like hours but in reality only about 20 minutes and decide a break is needed so he takes your hand and leads you back to your previous spot.

“I haven’t had that much fun in so long.” You chuckle out a winded laugh.

“It was fun.” He admits with a grin.

There’s a sudden chill that goes up your spine. A feeling that you’re being watched. Naran is saying something but you’re too distracted as your eyes scan the crowd, which has gotten much bigger since you’ve arrived, and finally your eyes meet that familiar intensity that you know oh so well.

Jake.

The emotion in his eyes only intensify when your eyes meet and you feel as though everyone else disappears under his daggered glare. You’re not sure how long you stare at each other but you’re snapped out of it by Naran clearing his throat.

“I’m sorry, what did you say?” You apologize as guilt washes over you. What are you doing? You have one of the most attractive Na’vi men sitting beside you, begging for your attention. You turn to face him with a shy smile, giving him your full attention.

He’s quite funny and you find yourself genuinely laughing many times as he tells you stories about himself. He tells you about his brothers and sisters, 3 of each, and how he’s the middle child. He tells you about his passion for dancing and hunting and how much he loves his Sa'nok.

Throughout the night you allow yourself to take small glances towards Jake just to see what he’s up to. Sometimes he’s making small talk with strangers but most times he’s already staring back at you. You try giving him small smiles of reassurance that everything is fine and Naran is definitely not ill-intentioned but his facial features stay unchanged and indecipherable.

The fire is burning out gradually and you can feel the chill air hug your body tighter as the flames die off and Naran notices the small shiver that visibly runs through you.

“Are you cold?” He seems genuinely concerned which brings a warmth to your chest.

“A little but it’s fine. I’m okay.” You try to argue but he doesn’t accept it and wraps you up in the leather poncho he has been wearing all night, his chest on full display now. His hand slides down your back and rests on the small of it and you stiffen at the contact as butterflies settle in your stomach.

You’ve been on this planet for years with no intimacy, Jake being the only person of the opposite sex that you trust enough to get close to you and, though he’s a very touchy person and you often find his hand on your waist or his tail wrapped around your leg, he’s your best friend so it’s different. On Earth it was so simple to form connections, even just physical attraction was enough for most people but on Pandora it’s so much deeper and profound than just attraction. They mate for life. It sounds and feels shallow but you miss intimacy. You wonder if Jake ever misses it, if he feels the same longing for it as you do.

“Thank you.” You smile.

He smiles back and removes his hand from your back to grab your hand, encompassing your smaller hand with his large one. It’s a simple act but you’re still reeling from his hand touching your back earlier and this has stirred the swarm of butterflies that were finally calming down. You look down at your entangled hands, his fingers conforming to your extra finger in a poetic kind of way.

You’re so deep in thought that you don’t process the tall figure making its way toward you until he’s standing right in front of you, eyes burning with anger.

“Jake?”

“Come.” His tone is demanding, almost scarily so. You look at Naran but he looks just as confused.

You sigh and decide it’s probably best to do what he says, you’ve never seen Jake act like this and you don’t want him to cause more of a scene.

You stand and say goodnight to Naran, apologizing quietly as you turn toward Jake. You hope he knows the mouth full he’s getting when you get home.

You walk behind him and feel like a child getting in trouble by their parent. His shoulders are broad and tense and even in the darkness of the night you can see the healed scars covering his back. You wince as you look at them, the battle really did its number on him. You’re still mad at him but can’t help the impulse that tells you to reach out and comfort him.

You end up at the marui the two of you have shared since the clan relocated to High Camp and follow him in, expecting to be met with yelling but he stays silent and starts pacing back and forth inside the hut, his hand covering his face and tail lashing violently behind him. He’s making you anxious and even more confused. He brought you home so you could watch him walk?

“What the hell Jake?” You break the deafening silence.

His body stills and he moves his hand away revealing a furious set of eyes.

“Don’t.” He hisses out a warning.

“Don’t what? Ask what the hell that was back there? Why you’re acting so crazy?” You retaliate, not letting him get off easy. “That was embarrassing Jake.”

“I’m so sorry I embarrassed you in front of your little boyfriend.” He laughs back in a condescending tone, pacing once again.

You try to understand where his anger is coming from, what you possibly could’ve done to warrant such a moody attitude from him but the answer is lost on you.

“I need you to talk to me.” You plead with him but you’re met with radio silence. “Then I’m going back.”

That gets his attention. His body stills and he looks at you with a pained expression.

Pity settles in you and almost forces you to give in but this is a mess he created, a mess he could easily fix by just talking to you. You scoff at his silence and turn away heading out the entrance of the hut.

His hand grips your wrist before you’re able to fully exit and you turn to look at him.

“Please don’t go.”

Maybe it’s the shakiness in his voice that makes you relent but you let him lead me back into the hut.

“Jake please talk to me. I’m trying to understand here.” You tell him.

He rubs his hands over his face, something he does when he’s restless and frustrated.

You walk to him and place your hand on his bicep, feeling him tense under the touch.

“I can’t stand to see you with him.” He looks at you and his eyes scan every inch of your face, gauging your reaction.

Your eyebrows knit close together in confusion.

“Why though? He’s not bad.” You defend.

“Do you want him?” His stare is so intense you have to look away but his hand cups your jaw and forces you to look at him. “I need you to answer the question.”

“No.” You admit, ashamed. Sure, you enjoyed your time with Noran and can admit it’d be easy to dive into a courtship with him, if he were….. Jake.

Your breath hitches at the internal revelation and suddenly become too aware of how close Jake’s face is to yours and how intimate this feels. Too intimate.

Before you can pull out of his grip he gets closer, his breath fanning your face. “Do you want me?”

You lock your eyes with his and your brain screams at you to answer him truthfully.

“Yes.” You breathe out.

He lunges forward and clashes his lips to yours feverishly. It takes you a second to react but you respond with an equally as desperate pace. He pushes you against the wall of the hut with a groan that’s so guttural and so…. Jake.

The kiss deepens as you part your lips to allow his tongue to enter your mouth and the sound he makes goes straight to the most sensitive part of you. A primal need washes over you and you bite his bottom lip, letting your canines sink into the soft flesh as your arms wrap around his neck.

The kiss breaks only when neither of you can hold off your breathing any longer.

“Why did we wait so long to do that?” His shit eating grin makes your eyes roll.

“Because you’re a skxawng.” You push his chest away but he immediately comes back, your chests heaving together in synchrony.

“But I’m your skxawng, right sweetheart?” You shake your head as an answer, the pet name going straight to your core and he groans.

“Fuck, I can smell how much you’re enjoying this.” His words force a groan out of you.

His lips start a trail of hungry kisses down your jaw and neck and you lean your head back and give him a soft moan. His hands dance around your body, exploring what you’ve deprived him of for so long and you’ve never been so grateful to be half naked.

“I’m gonna take this pretty little top off of ya, alright babygirl?” His large calloused fingers play with the string of your top.

“Please.” Your voice is barely recognizable.

In a swift motion its laying on the ground beneath you and he stares at your chest. “Damn baby, why would you ever want to hide these?”

Before you have a chance to answer his mouth sucks one of your nipples in his mouth and your head is sent flying back in euphoria. “Oh fuck.” You moan and pull his head closer to your chest by his thick dreads.

Your other boob fills his free hand, the other one working its way down your body, rough and strong. Once his hand finds your loincloth he undoes the only piece of clothing you have left on. Jake stares down at your body with a greedy kind of hunger and drops to his knees, his eyes finding yours from above him and you’ve never seen something so obscene. The sight is enough to make your knees give out.

“So pretty.” His hot breath fans against your pussy and you moan desperately.

He’s wearing a goofy grin when you look back down at him and you would slap him if there was an ounce of composure left in you so you just grab his hair and shove his face forward a bit, desperately to feel his lips on you.

“Needy.” He laughs before closing the small gap.

“Fuck Jake.” You moan as his lips skillfully work against you. His hand snakes around your thigh and rests it on his shoulder, the new angle is heavenly. You breathe out heavily, his name echoing from your throat.

You can feel the edge getting closer and as much as you want to make a mess of his pretty face, you want to do this right. “Want you inside me when I cum.”

The groan he lets out at your words sends a vibration through your pussy and almost pushes you over the edge. You’re so close you can feel your legs start to shake so you gently push him. “I’m too close, please.” You beg, tears swelling in your eyes.

His lips are reluctant when they leave you and your body instantly misses the contact.

Jake stands up, hovering over you with his tall frame and heaving chest. How the fuck have you allowed this man to go even a day without touching you like this? Maybe you’re the skxawng.

He leans down to kiss you and you can taste yourself on his tongue. “That’s so hot.” A goofy grin paints his face. You love that he’s still so him even though he just had your pussy in his mouth.

You look down and realize that he’s still dressed, the outline of his untouched cock ever so prominent and his loincloth sports a wet spot where precum has leaked through.

You look at him underneath your eyelashes, getting nervous now that it’s your turn to please him.

“Gettin’ bashful are we?” He laughs and tucks a strand of loose hair behind your ear. The gesture is romantic so you let him get away with the snarky comment, also because he’s right, which you’d never let him know.

Your hands slide down his chest and outline the patterns you painted on it just hours ago in this very spot. His muscles contract under your soft touch. “So strong.” You whisper, more of a quiet observation to yourself than anything. He hums as he watches intently for your next move as your fingers ghost over the band of his loincloth slowly.

“Stop your teasin’ baby. Come on.” He whines and it’s the prettiest sound you’ve ever heard.

“Ever the giver that even when you’re being neglected you still take care of me first.” You finally release his loincloth and let it fall. The whimper that falls from his mouth makes you desperate to hear it again.

His cock is huge and thick and so very pretty. The prettiest you’ve ever seen. You eagerly take him in your hand while sinking to your knees and he grunts as his hips thrust forward, desperate for more friction.

Your lips wrap around his tip and tease it a bit just to hear his pretty whimpers. “Baby.”

You relent and let your lips stretch to accommodate his size as you take him further into your mouth, his cock heavy against your tongue in the best way and you moan around him.

“Goddamn.” A deep hiss rips through his chest, his eyes flying open to look down at you. “Oh fuck.”

You look up at him through your eyelashes and start bobbing your head up and down his cock and let your hands take care of the bit that you can’t fit down your throat.

“You’re killing me.” He shuts his eyes again and covers his face with his hand, his teeth sinks dangerously deep into his bottom lip. You move faster, encouraged by his desperation.

His hips jerk forward with your movements before he places both of his large hands on the back of your head to force his cock deeper down your throat. You can feel tears form at the corner of your eyes but you welcome them. Jake is fully fucking your face at this point, using your mouth to get himself off.

“God fucking dammit, I’m about to cum.” He groans as his pace gets choppy and desperate. You moan around him and with a couple more thrusts and groans he’s cumming down your throat. Hot and thick. He pants and slows his pace down to smaller thrusts that help him ride out his orgasm.

Your jaw goes slack once you release him with a popping sound. Your eyes meet his again as you subconsciously lick your lips.

“Fuck baby, c’mere.” His eyes darken and his dick twitches slightly, already growing hard again and you stifle a giggle. He’s such a man.

You do as you’re told and stand, ready for Jake to lead you to his hammock, to make you his, when all of a sudden the tsamau sounds. A sound you’ve only heard a few times and still it brings a cold chill down your spine.

Danger.

The mood changes instantly and you both hurry to put your clothes back on. Frustration settles deep within you and you could cry if you didn’t have to be so alert and ready for whatever the two of you were about to face.

Jake looks at you with pity.