JJ

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'The thing about missing me on night shifts,' Jack's fingers trailed lazily up and down your bare thigh; a ghost of a touch, 'is Waffles.' 'Hmmm?' You asked, half-asleep and confused. Jack reached over and gently plucked the doggy stuffie he bought you from your arms, sprayed in his aftershave. You had been curled over his pillow to smell his shampoo, wearing an old soft tee, and cuddling Waffles. It was the only way you could feel semi-relaxed; just enough to sleep. 'Not only does Waffles give great cuddles,' Jack explained solemnly, making Waffles's head nod in earnest, 'he is also magic.' 'Magic?' You asked. 'Yes, baby,' Jack's voice has dropped low and rough in your ear. He makes Waffles give you a kiss on your nose. You smile with childlike innocence. How cute, Jack thought. 'Did'ya feel that?' 'Feel what?' You asked, receiving another kiss on the nose from your stuffie.

'He's very soft,' you mumble. Jack stared down at you with those intense hazel eyes, one eyebrow slightly raised and the smallest smirk playing with the corner of his lips. 'He's very hard.'

Jack made Waffles give you a third and final kiss on your nose, before making him dance along your shoulder. You giggle and dip your neck. You loved it when Jack played with your stuffies with you. It made you feel safe, relaxed, loved. You didn't need to think about anything else in the world; your thoughts cleared like clouds after a storm. The smell of Jack's aftershave, the warmth of his body pressed against yours, the scruff of silver on his face, his calming breaths, and the low rumble of his voice as he brought your animal friends to life was nothing short of heaven. All you needed to think was Jaaack.

Jack made Waffles snuffle across your chest. 'Stop - daddy!' You looked up at Jack in surprise, eyes wide. 'He's only exploring, baby. He doesn't know what it means.' You eye Jack with careful suspicion. Waffles snuffles kisses down your stomach, and quickly darts to your ribs. He disguises Jack's fingers, which tickle you quickly and deftly. You giggle and squirm against Jack's half-hard cock. 'Oh, Jack...' you breathe. 'Ignore that,' Jack directs. 'Watch Waffles.' The way Jack coos to you has your insides melting and you purr in his arms. Waffles trails his doggy snout along the sensitive dip between your hip and your stomach. You held your breath as Jack hummed softly behind you. As Jack guided your doggy along the waistband of your panties, he dipped his snout playfully beneath the fabric. His cold nose made you shiver.

'Waffles is naughty,' you insisted. You felt Jack shake his head behind you. 'Nuh-huh,' Jack continued that low, rough mumble, 'he's magic.' 'He's not magic, he's a menace to society!' You laughed, 'he shouldn't be there.' 'He doesn't know it's wrong,' Jack insisted, 'he's just exploring.' Jack leaned around you and gently ran your stuffie's face along the seat of your panties. You stiffened as Jack lowered his voice. 'I'm only playing, mommy... play with me.' Waffles's hard, plastic nose pressed against your clit and you let out a soft noise at the back of your throat.

'I'm sorry, what was that?' Jack asked, running his snout back down your clit to your leaky pants. 'No-no-o-o-othing.' Jack gave a cocky smile. 'Your doggy is to keep you company for whatever you need when I'm not here. If you need a cuddle... or if you need something hard to sit on.' You started to gasp, which quickly turned into a small moan, as the stuffie nosed within your folds, towards the centre of you.

Jack pulled him back and inspected his snout. He smirked as he turned the stuffie to face you. 'Wouldya' look at that,' Jack mused, 'Waffles is wet.' Heat rushed to your face as you saw the hard button nose glistening with your slick. He hadn't even touched you bare; you were leaking through your pants. 'Noooo,' you cried, trying to hide your face in Jack's chest. 'Oh, yes, baby.' Jack couldn't hide his grin. He used your stuffie's snout to nose your panties to the side. His warm fluff and cold button nose made you bite your lip as it brushed against your bare skin. 'Don't,' you cried, 'you'll get Waffles's fur all wet.' Jack kissed the top of your head. 'Waffles can always have a bath later,' he reassured you. 'He just wants to explore...'

Before you had chance to protest, the stuffie's nose was pressed against your cunt, the hard nose pushing in as far as Jack could get him. It was centimetres into your tight hole, but it was enough. 'Fuuuck,' Jack breathed, his cock waving in his pants. You tried to hold in the squeak but failed when Jack moved the nose in gentle circles, exploring the wet sides of you. 'That's it,' Jack soothed. 'Let all of those pretty thoughts float away. There you go.' You looked down and saw Jack's thick, wide fingers circling the stuffie's shoulders. It felt so wrong but that made the sensation even better. 'Jack,' you moaned. 'Yes, princess?' Jack whispered in his gruff voice, gently biting the top of your ear. You clenched automatically, squeezing around the toy. 'Oh,' Jack was really starting to enjoy himself, 'I think Waffles really liked that.' 'Jack,' you whispered again, 'please.'

'Don't ask me, princess,' Jack raised the stuffie's head to look at you. 'Ask him.' Humiliation washed over you and you looked up into the famous Jack Abbot gaze. You lost your trail of thought. 'Please don't make me do that,' you whispered. Jack shrugged his shoulders and continued rubbing your now soaking cunt with your favourite present. 'Fuck - please!' Every inch of movement was delicious - the softness of the fuzzy fur dragging lightly across your inner thighs and the cool, hard surface of the pointy nose was driving you crazy. Of course it was. Jack teased you, working you up until he knew you'd beg for it. 'Wa- Waffles,' your mouth moved around the thick words. You looked up into Jack's blazing eyes. 'Look at him, baby, not at me.'

Jack raised the doggy's head again, tilting it to one side in an inquisitive stance. 'Waffles,' you hated yourself with every word, 'please.' 'Please what?' Jack even gave the toy a ridiculous voice. You wanted to die. 'Use your words,' Jack murmured, ''else he won't understand.' 'Please... please can you make me cum.' Your face burned with embarrassment. The fingers around the stuffie, closest to your cunt, were slowly being drenched in your slick. Jack knew how wet humiliation made you.

Jack slid the button nose between your folds, gathering your wetness along the snout and between his eyes. 'Like this?' The ridiculous voice continued. You were about to swear at Jack and plead with him to stop, but the cold nose pressed just above your clit... just above where you needed him. 'Yeah... yeah, like that.' The button nose swirled around your clit in feather-light kisses, working you over in the way Jack knew you liked with his fingers. You couldn't disguise the filthy noises leaving your throat, and Jack kissed the top of your head. You could hear his heavy breathing so close to your ear and you clenched uselessly around nothing. 'If you need Waffles somewhere else, all you just gotta beg.' You made a strangled cry, resolving to hold onto your last shred of dignity. Maybe you could cum from just this? A weak one, if he did it for long enough.

Jack started to pull the toy away. 'Please! You cried, desperate now from the edging and the fear of it stopping. 'Waffles, please... please make me cum.' Jack left the toy suspended in the air for a few seconds until you whined. The toy finally, finally, hit where you needed. You couldn't help but grind against the nose. Some part of you was aware you were ruining his fur but you didn't care anymore. Your hips chased the friction, pushing against its face. Jack held Waffles steady, allowing your pressure to remain against the button. Sloppy, wet circles against your sensitive clit made your body tingle, a band tighten in your stomach. It was different to fingers; heavier and more precise. Your chest worked faster, harder, as you came. 'Oh fuck,' Jack cursed, watching you soak the little dog's face. He gave a few more tender swipes of the snout along your folds, making drinking noises. 'Kiss the little doggy thank you,' Jack brought the stuffie up to your face. You panted as you kissed him, tasting yourself on his snout. 'You know I'll always look after you,' Jack turned your head to face him with a finger under your chin. 'Even when I can't be here... you've got someone to cuddle... and ride.'

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your mom's remarried! you're still seeing jack and he's sooo jealous. not over your mom - over you.

'i'm your daddy,' jack growled into your mouth as you bounced on top of him. 'mmm, daddy... daddy,' you moaned, scratching at his ribs. 'no, babydoll - i'm your daddy,' jack pants. 'he doesn't get you like this. only i get you like this.' you're surprised, and yelp as his thick fingers squeeze down on your hips; hard enough to leave bruises.

'no, stupid baby... you need to learn this... concentrate. he doesn't get to watch you in the shower... hnnngh fuck, he doesn't get to tuck you in at bedtime.' you let out a pathetic whine. 'only you, daddy,' you moan. 'fuckin' damn right only me.' you lean in to kiss him and jack pulls his face back against the pillow. your mouth goes to chase his and he shakes his head, biting his lip. he's fucking up into you at a punishing pace and he's so big it hurts, suckerpunching your cervix.

'he doesn't get to rearrange your guts...' jack pushes hard into your tummy, his hand forcing your skin down to touch where the head of his cock pulses. 'or fuck your face... or cum on those pretty little nipples.' jack pinches then twisted them. 'ammm gonna cum,' you whisper. 'you're too little to understand but you're not having two daddies. i forbid it.' your mouth is parted in horror. 'nuh uh, daddy - don't want him. only you! mmmf.' you cum all over him, gushing down his hips. 'thereeee you go,' jack coos. 'that's it, that's right... good job. feel all better now you've wet yourself? made a big mess on daddy?' you nod, head spinning and your head full of pastel stars.

jack isn't through, though.

'when your little cunt is weeping and achy, who do you come to?' 'youuuu,' you cry. 'me, that's right, good girl.' jack praises you, panting hard and his cock twitches inside you. 'and when you're all itchy inside and your little fingers just can't reach to scratch, who do you come to?' 'oh, you - fuck, only you.'

'i raised you... me... i did that.' jack is losing control as he grinds you down on his hips, scraping your clit against his pelvis. his grey curly pubic hair climbing up his round belly tickles your soft bare skin. 'he's only forty, shit... he doesn't know how to raise you. doesn' know how to fuck you like this, make you feel good.' jack's disgusted. this- th-this stranger is gonna be living with you. living with his girl. he bites down hard on your neck til you bleed, marking his territory. 's'good daddy, i feel so gooood mmmf.' 'yeah you do,' jack's teeth are clenched down so hard his jaw pops. 'i'm fifty, babygirl... i know what i'm doin'.'

jack's squeezing you down by your hips. 'oh i'm gonna cum, princess. fuck i'm gonna cum.' 'need to pull out, daddy! i'm too little for the pill :('. jack laughs in your face. 'no, baby, gonna cum inside that little pussy... my pussy. make her nice 'n full.' you whine, shaking your head. your little hands scrabble uselessly at his chest. jack thinks it's cute. he's just using you like a doll, bouncing you up and down... taking what he needs from your cunt and fleshlighting himself. his thick thighs tense and his eyes roll back. 'oh i'm gonna cum, fuck i'm gonna- here it comes huh uhh urrghhhh.'

jack blows his load into you, pinning you down flush against him. your tiny pussy is too small to contain it all. cream streams down your thighs and onto his scrunching balls, as jack tries to fuck it all back into your tight cunt. 'fucking. take. it.' jack grunts like a boar with every sloppy thrust. the muscle in his cheek twitches as his cock waves wildly inside your cunt, spraying you down in a thick white firehose. 'wanna give you a sibling, baby...' jack sees the look on your face. 'no no no, don't cry.' jack pulls your chest against his, kissing your cheek with a scruff of silver stubble as you nuzzle into his neck. his cock is softening inside you but he can't bear to pull out... not when you're so warm and wet like this. 'won't touch her like i touch you... no, you're my special girl. only you get my presents.' 'yeah?' you sniffle, trying to get a hold of your anxiety. 'yes, baby... only ever share this secret with you. shh shh shhhh.' jack soothes you; stroking your hair and kissing your temple. his cock slithers out with a wet slap! against his stomach.

he scoops up some of his cum from his pubic hair and holds his two fingers to your lips. 'need to make sure you hydrate after playtime.' your eyes widen and you drink down his cum gratefully; slurping from his fingers til they're empty bar your drool. 'good girl.. oh good fuckin' girl... my girl. mine. forever. yeah? should i write it in your planner?'

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he bothers you so much. i can see him hooking his finger with the waistband of your scrubs and underwear and snapping it harshly against your skin. you wince, and he laughs. when ur trying to catch up on charts, he leans his head on your shoulder to be nosy; you try to push him away, but he ignores you and gets closer. he barely lets u work. sometimes he steals ur energy drinks just to piss u off. thats all without mentioning the endless touching and groping he does. like grabbing your ass and thighs, and you have to yell at him because he's gonna get you two in trouble with robby and hr. other times, you're alone with him in the break room, and he'll slip his hands up your scrub top. sometimes he'll only leave them on your stomach, so you let him even when you shouldn't. then, sometimes, he can't help himself but grab your bra-clad breasts, squeezing until you squirm away and swat at him.

then, he always catches u in the breakroom, where coincidentally, you always end up alone with him. you don't even realize he's there until you hear the door click slightly after he closes it. "frank . . . ," you say his name sternly as he come behind you, his fingers digging into your hips.

"i'm not even doing anything," he mutters like a lectured child against your neck as you focus on making ur coffee. he really isn't doing anything until you feel his erection against your ass. he whines when you try to step away, his arms sliding around your waist. he doesn't even care when you warn him that he can get both of you in trouble. instead, he just rolls his hard dick against your scrub-covered ass, groaning in your ear because he knows how it turns you on, even when you're trying not to be.

he's so mean; he'll have you sandwiched between the counter and his body just to pull away and leave the room—he jerks himself off in the bathroom afterward. he finds it amusing how annoyed you get.

sometimes he drags you into supply closet, and he'll eat you out or finger you until you're about to cum and pull away, dick throbbing in his scrubs from the way you whine. he's so entertained by the way you ignore him the rest of the shift.

all that just to fuck you when you get home, lying on your stomach and his body weight squishing you against the mattress with his arm around your neck, squeezing every time his dick shoves deep inside your pussy. "still mad at me, baby?" his lips brush your ear. his hips roll, dick kissing your cervix. your gummy walls clamp around him, brain empty—opposite of how frantic it were while you were working. he groans deeply and kisses your temple. "that's what i thought."

“No, no, not for me, my patient,” she said with a roll of her eyes. “Please, I wish it was for me.”

“Why do you need a condom for a patient?” you asked, amused almost. “Is he hot?”

“What? No? My patient, he's HIV but apparently very, very active and he doesn't have condoms. He says he-he prefers it without and I've explained everything to him but there's no condoms in the draw where we keep them!” explained Samira.

“We have a condom draw?” asked Trinity, taking only that as the necessary information from Mohan's ramble.

You handed her the chart. “You sleep with women.”

“What? So I'm not allowed in the condom draw?”

“It's for sex ed teachings, people who are young and having sex,” you shrugged. “Stuff like that. Come on, I can help you out.”

The nurses desk was practically vacant. Around you everyone busied themselves with greeting the nigh shift and getting them out, taking away patients like the changing of the guard. It was almost too early to be dealing with tough patients who wouldn't protect themselves.

You led the way around the counter, Mohan and Santos (who took an invitation for herself) followed you over to the desk as you reached down for Robby's bag, propping it up.

It was no surprise to them that you were reaching for his bag, reaching for his stuff like it was yours. What was Robby's was yours. The real surprise had been when Mel found the two of you eight months ago making out in the storage room, shrieking and dropping a bag of blood that then splashed all over you.

And obviously at the scream everyone ran over and found the two of you rather compromised and covered in blood. You still weren't really done living that down.

You fished around in Robby's bag, the owner somewhere not there to see as you brought out an opened box of condoms. “Here,” you said handing her a thick strip as Santos laughed.

Samira took them wearily, a small dusting of pink on her cheeks. “Won't you... miss these?”

“No,” you said, rocking on your heels, suddenly feeling the familiar creeping heat of embarrassment. “We have... more.”

Santos smirked. “Keeping Robby in shape, huh?”

Samira shuddered. “I really don't want to think about my boss like that, but thank you!” you said, waving the strip like it was a flag and rushing off before her patient could walk off. She was a good doctor, dedicated you knew and you were just happy to help her reach her potential.

Distracted by watching her leave you failed to notice Trinity sneak over to Robby's bag, peeking inside like a nosy cat.

“Hey!” you lectured, pulling the zipper shut on her hand.

“What? Just wanted to know what else you got in there? Does he keep a pair of panties? Vibrator if it gets quiet,” she teased.

You blushed, shaking your head and looking down to the bag. “You have no shame, that's your boss you're talking about.”

She made a pfft noise. “You're the one screwing him.”

Yes, you were. Proudly and happily.

Javadi slid up next to you, practically shoving you a tablet and asking for your advice. You were somewhere deep in your residency, one of the first they were introduced to on their hell of a first day. Not as scary as Robby, easier to talk to than Langdon. It was typical for the Pittlings and Mohan to come to you when they needed advice. You liked it really, as much as Santos teased you and as much as Mohan and Javadi doubted themselves.

“Hey Crash,” said Trinity, all but giddy with the new knowledge she had about Doctor Robby's contents in his bag. “You wanna know what's in this bag of secrets.”

“No,” you chastised.

Javadi's eyes lightened up. “Is that Doctor Robby's bag?”

“It doesn't matter,” you said, pushing it back down to your feet.

“Hey,” Samira joined the group of you again, handing you back the strip of condoms. “He said he can't take these.” The rest of the doctors and nurses hustled around the Pitt, un-knowing of the personal dilemmas being aired out.

You lifted your shoulders. “You needed condoms, those are condoms.”

“Yes but they're not the right size,” said Mohan. “He says they wouldn't fit, they're too big.”

Oh.

Perhaps at some point you'd been shocked at the size of Robby. Before you'd only had your imagination and hints of him beneath his scrubs. The times when he'd brush past you in the teasing beginning of your relationship and you'd feel something prod at you. The first time he'd dragged you to his bedroom, lips seething in heat and teeth nipping in want to only lay you out on his bed and drag his pants and underwear down to show all of him- then you'd been shocked. Mouth watering so.

Over the months the shock transformed to desire, reaching hands and an eager mouth that you stopped thinking about the size.

You didn't think anything of it when you handed Mohan a strip of five extra-large condoms.

Standing at the nurses station it may as well have been a deserted island and you stared down at the condoms like it was your first offering of food.

“Uh-”

Javadi snatched the condoms from Samira first, staring down at them with mouth agape. “Oh my god.”

“Javadi-”

“Holy shit!”

You looked back and Santos had pulled out Robby's bag again, pulling out the box and staring at the size stamped on the front. “Santos!”

“No wonder you walk in limping.”

“I do not- I do not walk in limping!”

“Well, there was that one time-” said Mohan.

“No, there wasn't!” you argued. “I'd bruised my ankle.”

Mohan chuckled to herself. “Sure.”

Trinity smirked. “Bruised something.”

Javadi was still staring at the strip of condoms in wonder. “How do they even get this big?”

You snatched them away from her the way you might have if a child found them. Quickly you stuffed them in the box, threw them back in Robby's bag and kept it behind your back.

“Wait, why do you have a box of condoms for work?” asked Javadi.

“Oh please,” said Santos with a groan. “They're always at it in work. Better safe than sorry.”

“We are not always at it at work,” you defended.

“The storage closet?” asked Mohan, apparently abandoning the venture of finding fitting condoms for her patient.

You held up a finger. “That was one time.”

“The toilets,” added Santos, sadly remembering the time you and Robby had hid yourselves in the bathroom for a break. A break that was only supposed to be comforting touched turned hot and reaching quickly.

“That one time in the exam room where we thought we were examining a broken hip for a Mrs Driscoll-” began Javadi.

“Okay! Okay, I get it!” you interrupted.

“I think it's nice,” Trinity quipped her lip, arms crossing over her chest. “Get some dick when you can right.” She patted your shoulder like a proud sister as she left the group of you, laughing quietly to herself.

Victoria and Samira followed suit, leaving you with the ramifications of your own embarrassment. So what your boyfriend was largely endowed, wasn't it a compliment? Weren't you the luckiest girl in the world to have Robby with soft and tender touches turned to almost hateful thrusts with how hard he loved you.

You made sure Robby's bag was tightly closed before sliding it back under the desk.

The day brought the same usual storm the ED always brought. Enough to distract you from the mornings events and the package sitting inside of Robby's bag. You were left with only a creeping heat crawling up your neck, the last dregs of your doctors eyes on you and their giddy smiles.

You'd only managed to make it to the staff lounge for a coffee by mid day, taking the mug that was yours, marked with an inside joke and given one secret Santa round.

“Hey.” Robby slipped into the room, leaning his back against the sink and standing next to you.

“Hey yourself.”

For a moment there was a silence where you poured coffee for the both of you, handing him his mug.

Robby's fingers grazed yours, the simplest touch sending shivers through your skin. “Can I ask you something?”

You hummed, head tucked away. He wouldn't have heard about the mornings teasing's, would he?

“Santos has been... off today,” he said.

He would.

You gulped, a feign of concern falling to you. “She has?”

“Keeps looking at me and smirking. She's doing this thing with her hands where she-” he demonstrated, spreading his hands to different distances, some small, some bigger. His hands wavered around the imaginary object between his hands.

You were left groaning.

Robby's head tilted toward you. “Do you know anything?”

In attempts of hiding away the story your head ducked and shook side to side.

“What did you do?”

“Nothing,” you said.

Robby's fingers were slightly calloused but no less humble as he pinched your chin, realigning his gaze with yours. His brows rose, gaze pouring into yours. He didn't even have to ask you again.

You sighed. “This morning Mohan had a patient with HIV and she wanted to give him condoms but there was none where they usually are so I gave her some of ours. But they weren't exactly... the right size.”

There was a small furrow of confusion in his face as he waited for you to elaborate.

You turned your body into his, lowering your voice. “Not everybody can fit into an extra large, Robby.”

The furrow gave and a small grin split his cheeks as he glanced down to your shoes, a pink blooming under his beard and to his cheeks. It was different from your own embarrassment. He was more pleased with himself.

Robby straightened, hands wavering. “So how does... this connect to-”

“Santos was there this morning when Samira asked.”

He chuckled, tongue poking out into his cheek as he shook his head in amusement.

“It's not funny,” you said, nudging him.

He rocked on his feet. “Yeah. Yeah, it is.”

Your coffee was turning lukewarm in hand, the bitter taste suddenly too sweet as you made to walk away from him and stew in your own humiliation.

Robby's fingers wrapped around your wrist and tugged, using you to pull himself in closer. “Oh, I'm sorry,” he teased, voice dropping into the low drag in his condescending way. The sort of voice he used to coax you down into bed with his darkening eyes and lustful approach. “Is my dick too big? Do I fuck you too good?” His hands grabbed at your hips, bringing you into him, tongue darting out to your neck.

Your body wriggled in his hold, trying to escape as his arms grew strong around you. “Stop!” You laughed.

“Make me.” He nipped at your neck, licking over the sting he caused.

The door was pushed open and Langdon stumbled in the doorway, catching sight of the two of you tangled in arms and laughter.

“Are you two doing it in the lounge now?” he asked.

You guessed you just should've been thankful Langdon wasn't there that morning, otherwise there would have been competitions between him and Santos on who could make the best jokes out of your misery.

Slowly, Robby moved away from you, pulling himself up straight and pulling at his hoodie before leading the way out the room.

McKay was wheeling a patient away to x-ray, Samira was giving aftercare instructions to an elderly couple and Mel was somewhere lurking in a corner talking to Dana.

Santos, however, was still being the most productive, sitting across from Javadi and still trying to make sense of some invisible size between her hands.

You watched, un-able to stop as Robby walked behind Santos and spread her hands apart just a little, enough to leave more than enough inches between her hands.

Robby walked away, satisfied.

It leaves you empty. Or rather it leaves you full and in need of a release. You can hump a pillow, insert your toy, ride a vibe but nothing brings you satisfaction without the thought it being Abbot under you. It's still not enough to get you over the edge.

"I need to get laid." You mumble as you flop into a desk chair.

"How desperate are you?" Ellis raises an eyebrow.

"Shamefully." You throw your head back and sigh.

"Yikes, if it's that bad you can take your pick of the drunks that come in."

"I think I'd rather stay desperate." You roll your eyes and look up at the board to pick up a few patients. You get up from the desk and go to a patient for labs. However the entire time, your mind is still on your desire. Your work doesn't suffer though. You are still the calm, cool, and collected doctor everyone thinks you are but you seem to have a bite to you.

You had a short fuse when it came to teaching the lower residents. During traumas, you were curt and your tone was uninteresting and flat. You were not as caring as you once were. Your mind was clearly elsewhere and Abbot made note of that.

Later in the night, Abbot goes looking for you when you he finds you treating a patient for their head laceration. It was young man, probably around your age. He couldn't hear from where he was but you were laughing at what the patient was saying. You were acting bashful. You were licking your lips, biting your lips. You couldn't keep eye contact.

Abbot frowns and heads back to the hub. His jaw clenches and unclenches as he waits for you to finish. He wasn't the jealous type. He had no reason to be jealous. What the two of you had was different. It was not personal. However, it felt like you were the only person to understand him. You understood what made him feel good. How he liked to be tied up. Your touch has been the only one he's had in so long.

"Hey," Your voice snaps him out of his thoughts. He sees you walk up to Ellis with a big smile on your face. He walks a little closer pretending to busy himself as he listens in, "You know the head lac in 5?"

"Uh the one you snatched from the intern? Yes, why?" Ellis mutters.

"I didn't snatch." You scoff, "Anyways, I think he likes me."

"Okay?"

"If he asks, I'm going to say yes." You bounce on the balls of your feet excitedly.

"Well you did say you were desperate." She says pointedly.

"As if you haven't poached a patient you found attractive from me." You justify, "Who is it going to hurt to go on one date?"

"Then go for it." Ellis sighs, "You're a big girl, I'm sure you can handle it." She pats you on the back and walks away.

The patient comes out of his room and approaches you. His name was Nathan and he worked at the university in the IT department. He was collecting old computer parts when an hold computer screen fell on his head. He was kind of a dork but he made you laugh and he was good looking. Similar to Abbot with freckles and curly hair. But he had brown eyes and wore glasses. "I would love to talk more over drinks. Here is my card with my number on it. Feel free to text or call any time."

"Sure." You take the card from him, "I'll let you know when I can fit you into my schedule."

"I'll see you around then." He bids you farewell and leaves through the waiting room.

You smile down at the card then immediately take your phone out to put his number in. You send him a quick message stating your name so he could save your number in his phone. Abbot watches the exchange with an odd pang in his chest.

A couple days later, at your house, you finish untying Abbot so he can change. Another successful session where he is fulfilled and you are aching. While he is in the bathroom, you pour him a cup of water. "Hey, Abbot?" You call to him, the bathroom only being a short distance from the kitchen.

"Yeah?"

"I'm going to have to cancel the next session." You say.

A pause.

"Um, okay… may I ask how come?" He asks. He comes out of the bathroom changed.

"I've got some prior commitments I forgot about." You hold out the glass of water to him. You pick at your finger nails as he drinks. It was a date with Nathan but you didn't want him knowing that. You didn't want him thinking that the shibari had to end if you were going on dates. You didn't want it to stop but you still needed more.

"Okay," He nods, "We can schedule to another time."

"Sounds good." You purse your lips into a thin smile, "I'll see you at work."

"See you around." He leaves for the night.

A week after you've started seeing Nathan, you felt almost back to the way you were. He was kind and charming. He's made you laugh and complimented you, giving you the much desired attention you've been missing. He asked for permission to kiss you and invited you to his apartment. His touch was so welcoming. You didn't know if he was that good or you were that desperate.

You were more chipper than you were the last couple of weeks. Everyone in the ED took notice to your new attitude. Whenever someone would ask, you couldn't fight the smile spreading across your face.

"She's been bit by the love bug." Lena giggles as she and Abbot watch you float by with that beautiful smile. Abbot's eye twitches slightly as you bounce around Ellis excitedly.

"He's been texting me all night, sending me sweet messages." You show her your phone.

"Gross." She mumbles.

"I like it." You sigh, "It feels nice to… to…"

"To get laid?" She cocks an eyebrow.

"Yes." You sigh with a smile. "I think I'm going to see him tomorrow too."

"You know, too much attention in the beginning is sometimes considered a bad thing," She warns.

"It hasn't scared him away yet." You pick up your tablet and head to your next patient.

When you arrive, you see Abbot sitting and stitching up the patient's leg laceration. He looks up at you with a flat smile, "You seemed busy."

"I could have done it." You lower the rails on the other side, "Did you sedate him?"

"Nope, just drunk." He says as he continues.

"I'll work on his face lacs." You grab another suture kit, "What's they story?"

"Guy thought he was Superman, he jumped through a glass window." He chuckles.

"Ground floor, I assume." You smile.

"Right into a liquor store." He bounces his eyebrows.

As you start to suture, Abbot is finishing. He watches as you work. Your eyes don't leave the wound as you clean up the glass. Like dark marbles switching back and forth from left to right as you begin. Your lips fold and push, your tongue peeks from the corner of your mouth. He looks away and continues to work on the patient's legs. "How was your prior obligation?"

"Hm?" You look at him confused, "Oh! Right, um… It was good."

"Nathan? That's the guy's name, right?" He clears his throat, "He was in here a week ago."

"Yeah, that's right, he was." You purse your lips, "We've been… seeing each other."

"I assumed." He shrugs, "Since you've cancelled the last session."

"Sorry about that." You cringe.

"Could we reschedule? Tomorrow maybe?" He looks at you but you don't look back at him. You are frozen in place for a moment before finishing the stitch.

"Actually… I have plans tomorrow." You suck your teeth, "Sorry."

"No it's fine. You have fun with Nathan." He gives you a reassuring smile. You smile back but it doesn't heal his broken heart. He was looking forward to being tied up again. Being tied up by you to be more specific.

Since starting your lessons, Abbot had stopped going to the classes. They seemed so useless. He didn't think you would one day end the lessons. Stop touching him, stop whispering in his ear, stop looking at him like he was yours. He didn't know that you would find somebody else.

For the rest of shift, he seems forlorn as he sees you skipping around the ED. Your little giggles at your phone made his heart pang. "Jealous?" Ellis mutters as she stands beside him.

He snaps his head to her and furrows his brow, "Jealous? Jealous, how?"

"You thought she was married to the job and now that her focus is slightly on this boy-toy instead." She smirks, "This doesn't put her out of the race for chief resident, does it?"

"That's so childish." He grumbles, "I'm happy for her."

"Sure you are, that's why you have that look on your face." She walks away.

"What look?" He follows her.

"That frown that you're wearing." Ellis makes the same kicked puppy look, "Makes me want to call the ASPCA and give them my bank account."

"I don't look that sad." He folds his arms.

"Sure, but just so you know, I doubt that relationship is going to last."

"You think so?"

"She usually crashes and burns before the dating stage even picks up." Ellis shrugs, "She'll be back to being regular in no time."

Abbot didn't want to pray for your heart to be broken but he was hoping for it to be sooner than later. He stopped asking about his lessons. When you were ready, you would ask him to schedule one. He was aching for it though. He was yearning for your touch again.

Things got quiet after a while, you stopped floating around the ED looking in love. You were back to yourself from before. Before everything. Abbot didn't want to assume but based on the 'I told you so' look Ellis was giving him there seemed to be only one answer. In the middle of the night, Abbot found you sitting outside in the cool air with your eyes closed.

"Hey, what are you doing out here in the cold?" He comes to sit beside you.

"Trying to avoid judgement." You mutter.

"Who would do that?" He chuckles.

"Ellis." You shake you head, "She just has to be right all the time…"

"Is this about a patient or something more personal?" He raises an eyebrow.

You glare at him knowingly, "You know it's not about a patient. I don't hold grudges like that."

"So I take it you and Nathan didn't last."

"No…" You sigh, "It was never going to though."

"What makes you say that?"

"Seriously?" You sigh, "I showed him my studio."

"Oh!"

"Yeah, oh is right." You cover your face, "He immediately ran for the hills."

"I see…" Abbot nods. "The crash and burn is you introducing them to rope play."

"The crash and burn?" You scowl, "Ellis, of course. Yes, since it's a part of my lifestyle I introduce it early. There are very few men that desire to be tied up."

"Men like me." He smiles.

"Yeah, men like you. You are probably the only man I've invited into my house who didn't get turned off by seeing the room."

"Well, I asked you to." He nudges you with his elbow, "I'll be honest, if it was anybody else I don't think I would have been so willing."

"Really?"

He nods, "You are a capable woman. You're beautiful and smart. Your touch is gentle but assuring. You always seem to know what you're doing in that room. You have a lot of control."

You bite back a smile, "I don't think I would have said yes if it was anybody else but you too."

Abbot turns to you as you stare out into the darkness. You chew your lip as your smile, avoiding his gaze. He swallows the nervous lump in his throat and gently covers your hand with his. You look down at his hand then slowly trail your eyes up to his. He leans in and whispers, "I want you. I need you."

The statement sends a chill down your spine. You licks you lips and laugh a little, "I don't know if I can continue our lessons, Abbot. Making you feel good leaves me…"

"Unsatisfied?" He's still against your neck. You feel his lips press against your neck, "You could have just told me."

"I didn't want to bother you." You suck in a breath.

"It would have been no problem." He mumbles against your skin. "Tomorrow night?"

"Yes." You are pulled apart by the sound of sirens getting closer. You stand up and adjust yourself. Abbot follows suit, his eyes are still on you until the ambulance parks.

The next night, when Abbot comes over, you are in a sports bra and gym shorts. He eyes you up and down, "That's new."

"What can I say? I'm desperate." You pull his hand and kiss him hungrily. He moans into your mouth as he hand moves to the small of your back and over the round of your ass. You tangle your fingers into the waves of his hair as you deepen the kiss.

"To the room?" He mutters.

"No, my room." You lead him to the farther door where your room was. It was like how he imagined it. Pristine and neat just like you were. You guide him to the bed and straddle his lap. He kisses your chest and moves down your cleavage. You pull him away by the hair. "This is still my space, Abbot. I'm in charge."

He shudders and smiles up at you. His eyes are full of lust. You pull his shirt over his head. You push his back to the mattress and kiss down his chest. He moans as he feels your lips on his skin. Your hands follow you down as you reach his navel. He throws his head back as you rub your fingers over his nipples.

Then you pull down his pants and underwear in one full swing. You lick your lips as you watch his cock spring from his pants. It was the first time you had seen it. You had only been using your imagination to this point. Your thighs clench together at the sight.

"Wait, wait." He gulps, "This is for you. I won't last if you blow me." He scoots farther back on the bed.

"And we can't have that." You smile and stand up. You walk over to a dresser and open one of the drawers. You pull out some red rope. "But we need to make this fun for the both of us."

He pants as you walk back to the bed. You grab his wrists and you wrap the rope around them a few times. The rope then goes between them making them a thick cuff. You proceed to knot it in place. He whimpers and writhes as you tighten the rope. His cock leaks precum as it waits for you. You then pull the rope over his head and tie it to your bed frame.

"Tug on them." You says as you slip off your own bottoms. Abbot yanks on the rope and feels them tense. He wasn't going anywhere. You straddle his lap and lower yourself so his cock lays on his stomach between your pussy lips. He sucks a breath as he feels you slide your pussy along his cock.

He moans and instinctively yanks on his restraints trying to use his hands. You smile down at him as you move. "Since we are open about our sick pleasures now, I should tell you. I like to ride that pillow your laying on right now and imagine it's you."

Abbot squeezes his eyes shut at the thought. His hips rise with your momentum as you pick up your pace. Your fingernails rake up and down his chest as you move. You moan as you feel his cock rub against your clit. You see his muscles tense and flex under you continue. You lean down and kiss up his chest to his neck.

Once you get to his neck, Abbot whimpers, "Bite me."

You smile against his skin and drag your teeth against his neck. He whines again and pull against his ties again. You pull away and look at him teasingly, "You don't tell me what to do here, remember."

"I wasn't telling, I was asking." He jokes but his eyes still read as desperation, "Please… bite me."

You smile, "I like when you beg. It's cute." You go back to his neck and sink your teeth into the side. Abbot yelps and raises his pinned hips against yours. You press your bottom down to keep him from moving. His eyes shut as he tries to calm himself down again.

"Hey, look at me." You grab his face, "C'mon look at me." You roll your hips causing him to whimpering. His brows furrow as a moan slips through his teeth. "C'mon Abbot, open your eyes."

Slowly, his eyes open to see you smiling down at him. You've taken off your bra and were rubbing your nipples. "Do you want to be inside me?"

He nods rapidly. His breath picks up and he nods his head. He bucks his hips pleadingly. "You are so desperate. Beg for this too."

"Please, please put my cock inside you." He pants. "Please, fuck me." He raises his hips again nearly bucking you off with his imbalance. You lean down and capture his lips in a deep kiss. You take his cock and press it against your entrance. Slowly you lower yourself down and sink until your flush with his base.

"Holy shit." You mutter.

"Too big?" He smirks.

"I've had bigger." You teases back. You roll your hips wiping the smile off his face.

"Ah!" He moans. You grab the rope and untie his hands. As soon as they're free, he grabs onto your thighs. He can't control himself as he meets your hips with his. He throws his head back as he feels your walls squeeze around his cock. "I'm gonna… I'm gonna cum."

"Me too." You knit your brows together. You feel his cock brush against your g-spot. You pick your pace as you feel your orgasm fast approaches. Abbot's hand grabs yours and he laces his fingers with yours. Your shock doesn't last as you force them beside his head.

Your moans and your movements sync together as you cum. You continue to ride your high together. You pull off, his cum dribbles from your hole. You lay your head on his chest as you catch your breath.

The next morning, you wake up tangled in your sheets. You smell the aroma of coffee in the air. You get out of bed and throw on some clothes. In your kitchen, you find Abbot shirtless pouring two cups of coffee. You clear your throat, "Good morning."

He turns to you, "Good morning." The mark on his neck still prominent. He holds out one of the cups to you.

"Helping yourself, I see." You grab it, "I thought you'd be long gone by now."

"No reason to." He drinks, "You haven't scared me away."

"But you'd leave after sessions before."

"Was that a lesson? You just tied my hands." He steps closer, "I was under the impression what we were doing something different."

"Oh, were we?" You raise an eyebrow.

"You tell me." He shrugs, "Are you satisfied?"

You bite back a smile, "Very."

"Good," He sets the cup down and grabs your waist, "We should probably…"

"Keep this a secret?"

"No, I don't want to do that." He kisses you gingerly, "We should probably go get something to eat, your fridge is empty."

You kiss him again, "And us?"

"They'll find out eventually." He rests his hand on the small of your back, keeping you close, "But I do feel a little excitement when it's our little secret."

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As handoffs are happening, Dr. Ellis hands you a patient chart. "This is… DAMN. What are you wearing? Fashion Nova scrubs."

"Is it that bad?" You whisper, "I haven't done laundry and this is all I had."

"It's hugging all of your places." She looks you up and down again. "Everywhere."

"Oh man." You sigh, "It won't be too bad. Tell me about the patient."

"First, turn around." She spins you 180 and shakes her head, "Damn."

"Stop! Oh my god!" You walk into the room and Dr. Ellis explains the situation.

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In the morning, your back is against the wall as you speak to your patients. Only after you have adjusted your shirt will you leave a room. After a trauma, you are one of the last to take your gown off. And everyone notices your behavior but only a few know the true cause.

You sit on a stool and do a little charting to get the day started. "Holy shit!" A voice exclaims from behind you. You whip around to see Santos looking down at you.

"You've got a little surprise back there." She smirks. You gasp before standing up and pulling down your shirt.

"You can see it?! This day can't get worse." You whine.

"Why are you wearing 'baby's first scrubs' anyway?"

"I've run out of laundry tokens here and all my scrubs are dirty at home." You pout, "This is literally all I have."

"Well, don't sit or bend over for the rest of the day." Santos walks away.

You kick away the stool you were sitting on and let out a heavy sigh, "I am so fucked."

Later, you are writing some prescriptions at the nurse's station. When you set the pen down it rolls off the table. You sigh and get up, you crouch down to pick up the pen. "Hey, Y/L/N could you— Woah" Whitaker diverts his eyes and turns to face the wall.

"Oh shit." You sigh.

"S-sorry. I-I didn't mean to look… it was just out and…" He gets tight lipped, "I'll stop talking."

"Good. Don't tell anyone about what you saw or I twist you like a pretzel."

"Yes ma'am." He agrees, "But when you get the time, could you help me with my patient."

"Let's go." You sigh and follow him to his patient.

The worst comes when you go to the break room to get your lunch to eat a little to keep you going. With all the lunch pails and Tupperware your lunch was shoved in the far corner of the fridge. You take a breath before looking over your shoulder. The door is closed so the coast was clear. You bend over and reach into the fridge to tetris your lunch out of the corner.

Robby is looking all over for you. You were lagging behind everyone else and it was slowing down the flow of the work day. He walks past the break room and recognizes the colored scrubs you were wearing that day. He looking through the window. Was you ass always that big? Quietly, he opens the door and watches you when he notices… No way.

On the small of your back between your tiny shirt and waist band was the black ink of what could only be defined as a tramp stamp. A heart shape with devil horns in the center with some ornate sharp shapes on either side. He blinks in surprise and his mouth agape. He never imagined that the only tattoo he's seen on you would be that one. It makes him curious of what other secrets you hold.

"Dr. Y/L/N" He says calmly.

"Shit!" You hit your head on the roof of the fridge as you take out your lunch. Completely mortified you turn to face Dr. Robby and pull down your shirt. "Hi, Robby."

"I didn't know you had that side of you." He chuckles.

"Oh my tattoo." You laugh awkwardly, "I got it pre-med. I was seen as kind of a wild child."

"Is that why you've been starting to slack off, today?" He cocks an eyebrow.

"No! No, I've just been…" You take a breath to cool off as embarrassment washes over your over and over again. "I forgot to do laundry and my scrubs are too small."

"Ah…" He laughs, "We've all been there." He holds out his badge to her, "Get you some new ones and get back to work. I need you on your A game and not trying to be on MTV." You lower your head in defeat and throw your lunch back into the fridge. You head to the scrub storage and scan Robby's card. The machine whirs to life and opens to some fresh black scrubs.

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You throw your old scrubs in the trash and go back to work. The scrubs were Robby's size so of course they were slightly larger than you. The waistband of the pants were cinched, pinched and tied with the shirt tucked into the pants. You now had to hustle with Robby's eyes on you.

Now that you were comfortable again you had caught up to everyone's viewing average. You were doing charting at the nurse's station when Princess sidles up next to you. "So were you a party girl pre-med?"

You pause and look at her confused for a moment, "Because of the tattoo?" You laugh and shake your had. "No. I was a midnight ballerina and the owner said I lacked edge." She looks at you mouth agape. Satisfied with her reaction you walk away.

Later on, Santos is in the break room room with you, "So you were a stripper?" You insert a dollar into the vending machine, "Where did you hear that? I was a go-go dancer in a cage at a club in Miami. All the girls were doing it." You push some buttons and get your snack to leave.

"Go-go dancing?" You say to another person, "I was rollerskating the boardwalk in Jersey."

"No, no, it was a sorority thing. A group of us went" Another lie.

"I was modeling out in LA and I had to get the tattoo for a shoot." Another Lie.

Lie after lie after lie. By the end of shift, you could hardly keep you story straight but it didn't matter because none of them could either. You do some last minute charts as the day begins to slow down for night shift. "You really are trouble, missy." Dr. Robby leans over the desk wear you sit. You laugh a little.

"You heard all the stories yet?" You don't look up from your screen.

"Oh I'm sure not all but there were some standouts."

"The stripper one is a classic though."

"I did not hear that one." He laughs, "None of them are true, right?"

You shake your head, "No. I was eighteen years old and I wanted to tell my parents to stick it. All I had was a hundred bucks and a dream. " You pack up your backpack and logout of the computer. "Do I regret it? A little but then I remember I get reactions like yours."

Back in the break room when you were grabbing your lunch, you had picked up Jivadi's steel tiffin box and saw in the reflection of Robby standing behind you. He was silently admiring your tattoo. You were sure of it. The reason you were startled was because he spoke so abruptly.

Robby's cheeks turn a rosy red. "You saw me?"

"All day." You tease, "I think you kinda missed seeing it, actually." You walk together out of the ER, "If you want, maybe I could let you see it again… if you let me borrow your washer and dryer tonight."

Robby shakes his head and chuckles, "Enticing offer."

"I also need to give you back these scrubs so…"

"Alright. On another condition that I make you dinner too." He shoves his hand in his pocket, "I am a gentleman after all."

"Super deal! Free dinner and laundry. Say less." You run ahead to get to your car, "I'll meet you at yours in about an hour!" You shout over your shoulder.

Your relationship with Robby could be described as business casual. It started when you were out on a smoke break and you though it was a fellow resident outside with you when you said you needed to get laid. He thought you were joking and agreed. Mildly inappropriate comments from the both of you became your little secret. You both took work serious but sometimes you were too tired to drive home and he would give you a ride. Or he would rest on your shoulder in the break room when it was slow (which it rarely was). This is the most you have asked of him recently. You had known he lived in a nice house and he had mentioned in passing that he had just bought a new washer and dryer.

An hour passes and you arrive with a load of laundry to his front door. You were wearing some sweatpants and a cropped camisole tank top. You did take a quick shower and spruce yourself up. You ring the doorbell and stick your tongue out at the camera positioned above it.

Robby opens the door and stands in the doorways in some sweatpants of his own, a leisure ribbed long sleeve and those slutty little glasses he wears. "Just in time, everything is in the oven now." He invites you in and you look around ogling around the house. It was a small bachelor pad. From the doorway, on the left, you could see the living room and then to the right were stairs leading up. You follow him deeper and shows you the dining room and back towards the kitchen you get the full smell of the food he's cooking.

"Are you baking chicken?" You sniff the air.

"Astute observation, Dr. Y/L/N. You are my test subject tonight for a new recipe." He folds his arms over his chest. "Now through this door is the basement where the washer and dryer is." He opens a door in the kitchen and reveals dark decrepit stairs leading down to the basement. He flicks on the light on the wall and it does not look any better.

"C'mon it's not that bad." He beckons you down the stairs and leads you to the washer and dry.

"For such a nice house upstairs, I thought you would have finished your basement." You look at how empty it was except for the two machines against the wall.

"One room at a time. I just spent thousands on the damn machines themselves." He chuckles.

"Right, and I am grateful. Thank you." You set your bag of clothes down and open the front loading washer and throw your scrubs in. As you do, Robby watches as your pretty little tattoo reveals itself again. Once all your clothes are in you slam the door shut startling Robby. You start the machine and turn to him. You put your hands on your hips, "You are insatiable."

You march up the stairs with a more purposeful switch in your hips. Robby follows behind with his teeth pressed firmly on his bottom lip. You look around the first floor some more seeing pictures of Robby and his friends. Him when he was a child with his grandparents. It settles in your mind how much it means for you to be here and witness all this. "Dinner is ready." He says. You head to the dinning room to see he had set up a small candle lit dinner with some Pinot Noir. "Wow, you're really going all out for a girl who is using you for your laundry room."

He chuckles, "Well, you did catch me being a little bit of a creeper so consider this an apology."

"Or an offer." You cut into the chicken.

"Whatever you want." He smiles.

The food was delicious. You were impressed with his cooking skills and Robby confesses it was his first proper meal in a while. You blink as you realize the same. You have been meal prepping bullshit for months and it not tasting like anything. The Pinot Noir was delicious. You found yourself having a sip after every bite. You finish dinner with a slight buzz and a warm temperature. "That was amazing, Robby. I haven't had a home cooked meal like that in a long time.

"Thank you." He smiles as you watches you. Both of you were just sat staring for a moment, "I think your laundry is down in the washer now."

"Oh yeah! I forgot." You get up and slowly walk to the kitchen-basement door. You then turn to look at Robby, "Come with me."

"Why?" He laughs and follows after you.

"Your basement is scary that's why. Why is there nothing in there?" You slowly walk down the stairs, "Or what if something grabs me. You never know."

"I do know because I live here and nothing has ever happened."

"Whatever." You rest your hands on the washer and open the door. You begin your transfer, losing a few clothes on the way having to pick them up. As you do, you sweatpants sag a little revealing the full stamp again but this time with an additional surprise.

"Oh my lord." Robby holds his hands to his mouth in a prayer.

"What?" You turn around then you look to your back, "Oh yeah, I ran out of underwear too so I'm wearing this." You hook your finger under what was a thong strap. "I don't usually wear them to work or anything. It's been a while since I've actually worn this. When was the last time actually…" You're rambling as you continue to move the clothes to the dryer. Robby comes up behind you as you close the door and start the machine.

You turn around and bump into him, "Robby what are you…" He continues to get closer. Your back is pressed against the machine now.

"I can stop." He's inches away now, "We can go back upstairs right now, put on a movie while I clean and your laundry gets done. We don't have to do this."

You place one hand on his shoulder and the other on his face, "But I want to."

Like magnets, your lips are against each other with vigor. Your hand moves from his face to the nape of his neck and his body presses firmly against yours spacing your legs apart. Between both thick fabrics of your sweatpants, you can feel how hard he is for you. How long had he had it for? Since dinner?

You can taste the alcohol on his tongue as you two kiss. His hands move over your top then under, to rub over your breasts. You suck your teeth and moan at the feeling. His touch was like fire against your skin as you both move. "Robby~ Please." You moan.

"Please what? What do you want?" He whispers. His voice so low it made your knees buckle. Your mind goes blank as you search his eyes. They were so dark with lust, you forgot what you were going to say. "Do whatever you want to me." You whisper back.

"Do you really want that?" He kisses your neck. You let out a guttural moan in response. He chuckles, "I want to bend you over this machine and fuck you."

You nod, "Fuck me~ please fuck me~"

He smiles at your desperation. "I also want to see that pretty tattoo again."He pulls away and spins you around. He kisses you again from over your shoulder then kisses you neck down your spine and lastly the tattoo. You moan in response. You never realized how much more sensitive that inked skin was. Robby slides his hand under your waist band, "May I touch you?"

"Yes, touch me wherever." You pant in response. He lowers you pants and presses the flat of his fingers against the front of your thong. Slowly, you grind against his fingers. "My you're so eager," He gives your ass a playful spank. You moan in surprise. With the hum of the warm machine under you and Robby's touches, you have no clue how much more you could take.

Robby removes your thong and gently rubs his fingers over your clit. "You're so wet~ My fingers could just, slip." One glides against your opening causing you to moan out again.

"Stop playing, Robby~" You whine. "I need you." You ride his fingers as they rest on your clit.

"Sorry~ I didn't realize how desperate you were." You hear a wrapper from behind you. "Open that for me sweetheart." You tear the condom wrapper open with ease and hand it back to Robby. "Thank you, Baby." He slides the condom over his cock.

You spread your legs a little wider and bend over the machine for leverage. Robby presses the head of his cock into your hole causing you both to moan in unison. He holds your waist as he pushes in further. He was thick. You could feel it spread your walls wider. You felt full. His thumbs rub your waist sending electric touches up your spine. "Robby! Please."

"Mikey~ call me Mikey~" He whispers in your ear as he pushes the rest of his cock inside. You cry out and hold the front of the machine.

"Holy shit~ Mikey." You pant, "Oh my god." Before you know you're even doing it, you're rolling your hips back against his.

"Just like that Baby~" He works with your movements and meets your hips with his. He's thrusts are slow but powerful at first then he takes control and picks up the pace. The sound of skin bounces around the empty room along with your heavy panting and moaning together. You feel Robby's thrust start to stutter and slow.

"Cum inside me~" You say breathily, "Cum with me." He moves his hand under you to teases your clit. Your moans get higher as you both reach your climax.

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After your very intense moment in the basement, you clothes are done and as after care, Robby folds them up for you, including your underwear. You lay on his couch and realize how domestic this actually looks. Slowly, you raise your head. "I should probably get going." You're about to get up when Robby grabs your hand.

"Stay." He rubs his thumb over your knuckles. You look at him in surprise.

"Is that okay?"

"We had dinner, sex, and did laundry basically together." He shrugs, "I don't think it gets weirder than that."

"Are you imagining us sharing a bed yet? Because I think that could get weird." You scoff.

"I haven't, but it sounds to me like you were imagining it." He pulls you back down to the couch.

You purse your lips into a small smile, "Maybe once or twice before this."

He grins, "Then stay. Just for the night. Then we can go back to our awkward HR violations at work tomorrow."

"Oh this entire thing is going to be a HR situation."

"Let's stop worrying about that and just go to bed together." He pulls you into his arms.

"You're the boss."

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"Boy-toy not responding?" Garcia stands beside you at the nurse station.

You roll your eyes, quickly tucking your phone away, "He's just busy."

"That's what happens when you get stuck with someone in the ED." She sighs.

"Aren't you seeing Dr. Santos from the ED?"

"It's casual. She knows that. We both like to just have fun." She shrugs. "If he blows you off maybe you should think about that."

You scoff as she walks away, "He wouldn't do that." Your 'no-new-notifications' stares back at you. You purse your lips and close your phone.

Down in the ED, Whitaker stares at your message and chews on his bottom lip. You wanted to meet somewhere and talk. It made him nervous. It must have been something serious because you would ask about dinner or something in a message. Was it serious? Like serious serious?! A pit swells in his stomach.

"What's wrong with you?" Santos asks seeing the sad look on his face.

"It's nothing." He shoves his phone back in his pocket.

Time passes and he feels his stomach do flips. During a trauma, Dr. Garcia comes down to facilitate. "You're in trouble, Dennis."

He gulps, "What for?"

"Your neurotic girlfriend is chewing through her nails waiting for you to reply."

"I-I've been busy." He focuses on the patient again.

"Just say yes. It's not that big of a deal."

"Yes? Yes to what?"

"The fellowship-donor banquet. She asked you, didn't she?"

Whitaker smiles and sighs with relief, "Uh, yeah, I'll be sure to text her back."

After the emergency surgery, he shoots you text that he's free for a few minutes. You do not hesitate to rush down to the ED before getting called for labs or something. You knock on the break room door and smile, "Hey! So I have a question to ask."

"Yes." He smiles, "I'll go to the donor banquet with you."

You tilt your head, "How'd you know?" You squint, "Garcia. Of course, she can't keep her mouth shut for anything." You then smile, "Really you'd like to come?"

"Yeah. I don't have a suit though." He purses his lips.

"Oh we can get you one. My mentor says, doctors should invest in one very expensive suit for events like this. Then you can use it all the time."

He laughs, "We'll have to match."

"Of course. We can pick a nice tie for you to match my dress." You kiss his cheek then your work phone goes off, "No rest for the wicked. See you tonight?"

He nods, "See you tonight."

Later in the night, you are surfing the web with Dennis and look at suits online. The two of you sit on your bed laying next to each other. Your laptop rests on your lap and his head rests on your shoulder as you look. You can hear him grimace with every price check but, you give him a reassuring kiss on the top of his head, "Stop worrying, consider this an investment." You say, "Also, there is a lot of important people at this thing so we have to look our best."

"It's just a bunch of dumb rich donors to the hospital." He mutters.

"Dumb rich donors who fund the fellowships. I have to show that I am grateful. These people come to the hospital all the time. They bring their sick family members to the hospital. They expect a high honor at this event." You sigh, "I would love to skip it but I'm the youngest neuro-fellow and the donors would eat that shit up."

He hears your serious tone and looks to see your brows furrow as you stare intensely at the suits. "Then I'll be on my best behavior." You smile and lean on his head.

It's the night of the fellowship-donor banquet and Dennis is late. You went home and changed dawning a glittery floor length gown. He didn't text you or anything so it must have been too dire to get away from. You walk into the conference hall where the event was taking place. You were a little embarrassed to enter alone as you had just boasted a few days earlier that your boyfriend had decided to come with you. You grab a champagne glass from a waiter walking around and take a sip as you mingle.

It's just as isolating as you thought. You stand on the edge of the crowd watching the doors for Dennis. "Waiting for someone?" Your attending sidles next to you. You wave off the question.

"My boyfriend is just running late. He works in the ED and is probably busy."

He chuckles, "They usually are ,those cowboys. I'm sure he's on his way up. C'mon I have some people I would like you to meet." He offers his elbow to you and guides you through the crowd to meet some donors.

Dennis comes up through the elevator fixing his hair in the poor stainless steel reflection of the doors. The doors open and he rushes out instantly looking for you. The reason for his tardiness; he didn't know how to tie a tie and it took Langdon, Abbot, then ultimately Robby to help him tie it. He shuffles through the crowd looking for you, when he hears your radiant laughter from the crowd. He smiles as he follows the laugh and your eyes lock. You grin wider when you see him. "Dennis! You made it." You hug him tightly and loop your arm around his. "Everyone this is my partner, Dennis Whitaker, Emergency Medicine, year 2 resident."

"Oh jack of all trades, master of none." One man chuckles. "You probably hear that a lot from your peers."

"Not often enough." He laughs dryly.

"A neurosurgeon with an emergency medicine physician, that is not a combination you hear about. Two opposites of a spectrum; apathy and empathy." A woman giggles, "How did you too meet?"

"A dating site." You say, "He charmed me with just a smile." You tickle his side to reveal the smile to everyone. He's cheeks start to burn.

"But emergency medicine, I'd imagine you'd be more into low stressors like another surgeon or maybe a lab technician."

Dennis' heart begins to sink as the rest of the group nod along in agreement. They continue with more private conversations about emergency medicine. He bites his lip to hold his tongue.

"That's not my style. It was lovely meeting you all" You lean against Dennis more, "Let's get you a drink." You pull him away to the open bar. The bartender pours two flutes of champagne. you sigh, "Kinda wish they could pour a beer or something else." You hand a flute to Dennis. You notice his distracted gaze as he looks out to all the guests. You nudge him a little, "Hey, I know that was intense and very personal. Before you got here they quizzing me on my arrogance." You knock back the champagne in one go and swallow.

"That was a lot…" He says. He looks into the bubbles in the glass.

"Hey, please don't let it get to you. They don't matter. What matters is you being here with me. I am so happy you came. You look so handsome." You fix the front of his hair a bit.

"Thanks." He gives you a small smile. "It's just— I look out in the crowd and there isn't a single person from the ED here but me and I am here just as a plus one."

Your heart breaks but he's right, "I'm sorry. Maybe I should have been more considerate about that. I was so worried about me being lonely without you I failed to consider how lonely it would be for you." You kiss his cheek gently, "Stay here at the bar and enjoy your drink. If you want to leave, come get me and we can go." You give his hand a squeeze before leaving him at the bar to go mingle with some other surgeon fellows you had met.

He watches your figure the entire time. Once you are with the group of friends you mention, he see you smile, you laugh, then you point. You point at him at the bar. From feet away, you lock eyes and you wave at him. He waves in return and smiles with his rosy cheeks. You giggle again as you continue to talk. Before he can think, Dennis is moving closer. He wants to be by your side and hear you laugh. As he weaves through the crowd he is blocked by a wall of people unable to move straight he starts to go around. Now, he is close enough to hear you speak:

"…Yeah, he's everything to me." You laugh again, "I thought I would never find anybody here like ever. And in the weeds was him. His smile, his kindness, his everything. I like the way he makes me feel."

"Oh yeah? How does he make you feel?" Your friend chimes. "Otherworldly? He makes me feel like I'm from another planet while also keeping me grounded. I don't know what I am trying to say."

"He humanizes you." She says, "It's hard to find someone like that. Everyone here sees you as—"

"A miracle worker. You are the cure all and I think he understands that the most from being in the ED." You can't help but smile, "I feel lucky to have him. So very lucky."

Dennis pushes through the crowd and holds your waist. "I'm the lucky one." He holds your face and kisses you gingerly. Your friends ooh and aah at the sight. You play with his tie and lick your lips, "You heard that?"

He nods, "I did." He leans into your ear, "And I want to go home and show you how lucky I am."

Your mouth hangs agape at the statement then you bite your lip. "It's getting late. I think we're going to head home." You both say goodbye to your friends then leave through the front of the hospital. You can't help but wonder what he was thinking about. Dennis was not assertive but assuring. He followed your lead yet still had power over you. You bite your lip as he is now pulling you to your car. You hand him the keys still looking at him in awe. Your eyes never leave him as he drives. He showed no sign of nervousness. It seemed to disappear as soon you left the hospital.

When you arrive at your apartment, he opens the car door for you. When he helps you out of the car and closes the door, he pins you between his arms. He leans in and captures your lips into a kiss. You moan as you press your body against his. When you separate, a web of spit ties you together.

You kiss in the lobby, and the elevator, the hallway, your front door, then inside. You pull away and turn your back to him, "Unzip me." You whisper. He comes up behind you and as he pulls down the zipper, he kisses down your back. You suck in the cool air of your apartment as you feel his searing, wet lips on your skin. Your dress falls off your body and Dennis kisses your waist then kisses each of your bottom cheeks. You step out of the dress and lean down to kiss him.

As your tongues slide against each other, you hand snakes down his neck over his throat and grab the knot of his tie. You undo it with both hands before slipping it off of him and pulling away. He whimpers at the loss, a little dazed. "Let's go to the bedroom." You take the smaller end and place it in front of him, "With your teeth."

Dennis licks his lips then takes the silk fabric between his teeth and crawls behind you as you go back to your bedroom. In the bedroom, you lay in the middle of the bed with your head on your pillows. He creeps up from the end of the bed and kisses your feet. Slowly, he trails his tongue up your leg to your thigh. You suck your teeth and bite a moan. He leaves more wet kisses on your thighs as he reaches your underwear. His gentle eyes look to you for permission. You nod your head, "Go ahead, baby~"

Your underwear is removed and Dennis licks a stripe between your pussy lips. He spreads them apart with his fingers and sucks on your clit. You grab his mussy hair and grind against his face as the flat of tongue slides against your folds, "Shit, Dennis~"

Dennis looks at you with half lidded eyes and continues to kiss your clit and tongue fuck your hole. If you would let him, he would stay between your legs all night. He sucks on your inner thigh in hopes of leaving a mark. You moan again before sitting up and pulling him up so he was face to face. "You're wearing too many clothes," You say breathily.

It's a team effort as Dennis strips off his jacket and unbuttons his shirt; you undo his belt and pull them down with his underwear. He kicks them off and tries to get between your legs again. Your hand squeezes the side of his neck, stopping him in his place. "Lay down." You whisper. It sends a shiver down Dennis' spine but he whispers back with a sigh, "okay."

He lays down in the place you once were. You kiss his lips and trail them down to his chest. You give each of his nipples a kitten lick then drag your tongue down to his stomach. You kiss his navel then his pubic bone. You take his cock in your hand and let it rest on your cheek as you produce a substantial amount of saliva in your mouth. From the base you spread it on to the head of his cock where you then lay your tongue in the slit. Dennis throws his head back in ecstasy as you move your hand up and down. You tighten your grip as you come up to the head and loosen down at the base.

You kiss the head of his cock for putting it in your mouth. You suck gently letting more spit spill from your mouth. You go down further and further. Dennis lets out a loud moan as his eyes roll back. His hips stutter for a moment the urge to move so hard to resist. You let your jaw slack as you reach the base. You follow his movements letting him face fuck you.

Dennis jerks his hips as you give his cock attention. His brows are furrowed and his fists are gripping the sheets. He's moaning and cursing not wanting to cum too soon. "I-I can't keep go-ing like this." He gulps, "I want to be inside you." He looks down at you pleadingly with his sad little puppy dog eyes. Oh those sweet baby blues. You just can't say no.

You wipe your mouth after you pull it off his cock. You lick your lips and look down at him, "How do you want me baby?" He smiles up at you before pulling you down for an intense kiss. He rolls you over so he is on top, "Like this." He grabs a condom from the drawer of the nightstand and puts it on. He hisses as the latex cloaks his cock.

He hovers on top of you looking down as he presses the head of his cock against your entrance. You moan slightly and hold his upper arms. "Are you ready?" He asks, gently. You nod rapidly in anticipation. You felt like you were about to burst.

He pushes his cock into you. The entire way, he moans and and huffs. God, he was already so close. Your tight pussy was not helping him in lasting much longer. He thrusts into you with deliberate long and slow thrusts. His cock brushes against you g-spot slowly causing you to grip your thighs on his waist. "Shit~" Is all he says as you clench around him. He wanted you to cum. He needed you to cum with him. He couldn't contain it any longer. He firmly grasps your thigh and slams into you hard. You scream out in surprise but follow his movements so your hips meet. He continues the pressure as he holds your hips.

After a few meaningful thrusts, he picks up his pace. He lowers himself on your body and pants into your ear. Your hands move to his back and drag your nails down. He whimpers in your ear, "Are you close? Please cum with me~ I need you to cum with me, please."

All you can muster is a moan in response. Dennis cums seconds later continuing to ride it out as you follow after. After you finish, he pulls out and throws the condom away." That was great~" You say between breaths. He nods in agreement. "I almost don't want to move."

You sit up, "That's too bad because I was thinking about showering." You get out of the bed and strut to the bathroom. Dennis sits up and watches your silhouette. "I'll be so cold in there all by myself." You pout. He quickly gets up and follows after you to the bathroom.

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i'll work on a masterlist for these blurbs soon. likes, comments, and reblogs are always appreciated.

He doesn't remember exactly how it happened. Everything seemed to just fall into place after you asked to role play again. Getting Abbot on board wasn't too hard. He always seemed like your third with how often he would come along with you and Robby on nights out and dates.

There was once a drunken haze where you had confessed a fantasy to which they kissed each other. Then when they did, it became a feverish mess between the three of you and the next morning Abbot was gone. It was only mentioned when you were drunk again. So it happened a few times.

"So you are here for your prostate exam, Dr. Robinavitch. Is this your first one?" Abbot asks.

"No but they say you should get it checked often." Robby folds his hands in his lap.

"That's right, so the only person who hasn't done one is our stellar student." Abbot smiles at you.

You beam back and look at Robby, "I hope you don't mind, I will be performing the exam today."

"Not at all." He takes a deep inhale, "Do what you have to do."

"Alright, do you remember what the procedure is?" Abbot asks you. You bite your lip as you think back to before you entered the room.

"Okay, sir, if you could face the bed and remove your lower garments then bend over. To make it easier you can simply rest your torso on the bed and brace on your elbows." You look back at Abbot.

"Good job." He whispers.

You bite your lip and turn to Robby who isn't as amused. He wasn't the jealous type but he loathed the way you would act around Abbot. You would get these little giggle fits and give him googly eyes. You'd bite your lip probably fantasizing about him. But this is what you wanted and he wasn't going to fight you on it as you let him do the pelvic exam before.

He turns around and undoes his belt. He pulls down his pants with his underwear and steps out of them. He rests his torso on the bed.

From behind he can hear you snap on your gloves. "Okay make sure your finger is lubed and spread it over the entrance." Abbot guides you. Robby hisses as he feels your gloved finger traces the outside of his hold before gently pressing into it. It's not enough to penetrate but enough to get him aroused. "Good work, Baby-girl. Now go ahead with the next steps."

Before Robby could think about the stupid pet name any longer, you speak, "I am inserting my finger now," and slowly push your finger into his rectum. Robby groans as he feels your finger inside him. Slowly you press your finger against the walls and then against his prostate.

"Ah~" Robby moans.

"Are you alright, sir?" You ask.

"It's completely natural to have a reaction during the exam." Abbot assures, "Slowly pull your finger out and back against that spot."

"Okay." You do as you are told and thrust your finger into Robby slowly. Robby follows your movement biting back his moans but his cock is betraying his true feelings. It jumps with every stroke begging to be touched. You wanted to touch it. You lick your lips as you imagine your mouth collecting his precum that dribbles out.

"Fuck~" Robby groans. It snaps you back into reality and you stopping moving your finger.

"I don't feel any abnormalities, Dr. Abbot." You say.

"Really? Alright, let me check." He puts on a glove of his own. You pull your finger out and Abbot stands on the other side of Robby.

"H-hey wait a minute— Ah!" Gently, Abbot thrusts two fingers into Robby with ease. You sit there wide eyed as you watch him finger Robby. "Huh, you're right, nothing out of the ordinary."

"You piece of —mmph~! — shit" Robby pants. You are still standing there, mouth agape as you look on in pure shock. You and Robby have never done ass play before. Correction, You have never done ass play with Robby before. He's played with your ass plenty but you have never even thought about doing it to him until recently.

"Sir, please remain calm. You're scaring my student." Abbot smirks at you, "Surprised?"

You just nod your head.

"I guess Baby-boy likes to keep his secrets." He chuckles. Robby moans as he clenches around Abbot's fingers. He rocks his hips backwards against his hand as Abbot's fingers poke his prostate. "Like he said though, this isn't his first exam."

"Don't say it like that." Robby stutters. He turns to you to see the shock on your face. You didn't know what to do in this moment. You really wanted to put your hand in your pants and keep watching. This is something you've only ever dreamed about.

"You two have done it before? And didn't tell me?" You pout, "I've only ever seen you two kiss, this isn't fair."

Robby chuckles, "Well remember that time you had one too many Manhattans?"

"That's when I asked you two to kiss. Then we all kissed." You try to recall memories of the night.

"Well when we went upstairs, you fell asleep…" Robby helps you along.

"Oh. My. God." You gasp, "You guys kept going?! Not fair! I wanted it more than you two. Why didn't you wake me?!"

"Ah~! I tried, but Baby once you're out… you're out." Robby sighs, "I'm sorry."

"You can watch us do it again." Abbot suggests as he pulls his fingers out, "If that will make you feel better."

A smile grows on your face, then you nod rapidly. "Robby, please. I'll do whatever you want." You crawl on the bed and give the biggest puppy dog eyes to him.

"Whatever I want, hm?" He bites his lip. You nod and lean in to kiss him. He hums against your lips as he thinks. You continue to pout between the kisses, "I'll do it but on the condition that you don't touch yourself."

"What?! That's so not fair!" You whine.

"Then I guess the exam is over." He stands up.

"No wait!" You hug his waist, "I'll… I'll do it."

"Good girl." He kisses your forehead. "Go ahead get on the bed."

You crawl back on the bed and the two men follow suit. You watch as Robby lays on his back and places a pillow under his legs. Abbot removes his clothes and his prosthesis. You can't stop you tongue from wetting your bottom lip. You knew he had an amazing body but nothing prepared you for seeing it bare. You purse your lips as you stare at his cock. You feel your underwear get wet as you imagine it in your mouth.

You let out a shaky breath as you ball up your fists and tuck them under your butt. Robby gives you a knowing smile as he follows your eye line. You couldn't tell if this was a gift or punishment.

Abbot strokes his cock spreading his precum down his shaft. He spits on it getting it completely wet. You see Robby's cock jump a little in anticipation. You try to roll your hips discreetly to create friction between your pussy and the fabric of your underwear. You make a soft noise as you watch on.

Slowly, Abbot presses the tip of his cock to Robby's hole. Once the head has breached, he makes a full thrust inside. Robby arches his back and throws his head in ecstasy. You think to yourself, how the hell did you sleep through him moaning like that. Abbot's thrust start long and slow, dragging out moans from Robby as he goes. He lifts Robby's hips up and he leans down bracing his upper body on his hands beside Robby's head. He kisses Robby as he thrusts. They moan into each other's mouths. You can see their spit spill from their mouths, out of Robby's mouth.

Abbot picks up his pace. He straightens up again and tightens his grip on Robby's waist. You hear their skin slapping together and watch as Abbot ruts into Robby. Your brows knit together as you watch. Your teeth shred the skin of your bottom lip. You are losing feeling in your hands as they bear the weight of your body.

Robby turns to you moaning. He's being loud on purpose. His mouth is covered in saliva. His face getting rosy red as Abbot thrusts into him. You can't take it anymore.

You crawl over to them and drag your nails down Robby's chest. You kiss him eagerly sliding your tongue around his mouth continue his and Abbot's spit. You gather as much in your mouth to let it flood into your hand making a small puddle. You place your wet hand on Robby's cock spreading the saliva all over. "You never said I don't touch you," You smile mischievously.

Robby moans as you continue to play his cock, rubbing your fingers over the sides and running your your thumb over the slit. You lick the shell of his ear and nibble the lobe, "I need you so bad, Robby." He shudders under your whisper and turns to look at you. You lean down and capture his lips again. You remove the short coat and your top.

Abbot slows down his pace as he watches you undress. He can feel Robby clench around him as you strip off each item of clothing one by one. Once you're completely naked, you straddle Robby's chest. He rests his hands on your thighs then slides them up and over your ass. You grind your pussy up and down his chest. Abbot's eyes are on your back. They trail down from your shoulders to your tailbone where Robby's thumb's rest. They go love to Robby's hands palming each of your ass cheeks. He swallows as he watches Robby's fingers massage them spreading the apart and squeezing them together.

"Robby~ please," You pout, "Can I please sit on your cock?"

Robby nods and you smile before you move backwards. You raise your lower half and take hold of his cock. You jump as you feel Abbot's hands on your waist. You look over your shoulder and see him smiling. "Allow me." He wraps his hands around Robby's cock as you relinquish it to him. With his other hand he guides you down and drags it over your pussy lips. You lean back against his chest as you rub your pussy against the tip of Robby's dick. "What a good girl, Robby." When he lines it up with your entrance, you sink down on it.

Robby moans as he feels you clench around him. He holds your waist so you stay in place. He pants as he tries not to cum. Already at the point from the prostate massage he squeezes his eyes shut to calm down. "Fuck~" He throws his head back into his pillow.

You smile and whine, "I wanna move, Robby. Let me move."

Just then your breath hitches when you feel Abbot's hand snake around your neck, "Hang on, Baby-girl." You gasp as you feel his cock slide between the crease of your ass. It stops right at your puckered hole, "I need some attention to."

You turn to face him and he kisses you with hungry fervor. You moan in surprise at the intensity. Swells of his saliva push into your mouth with his tongue and you gladly take it. No wonder Robby was gulping while they kissed. His tongue slides against yours and when he pulls away you tongue chases after him. He then sucks on it collecting more of the water in your mouth.

He smiles at your daze before he spits into his hand. You watch him rub it over his fingers then you shudder as you feel them against your asshole. You bite your lip and moan as you grind back against his hand. Robby moans with you as you essentially were grinding on his dick too.

You hear the squelch of his hand around his cock, as he smears the spit over his already wet cock. He whispers in your ear, "Ready, Baby-girl?"

You nod rapidly as you feel it press against your tight hole. You look down at Robby with a gleam in your eyes. He knew this was another thing you had fantasized about. Right now all your dreams were coming true.

Abbot holds your waist and pushed into your rectum. You moan and fall into Robby's chest. He wraps his arm around you keeping you prone. With both cocks inside you felt so full. You couldn't think straight. You couldn't speak. You just kept moaning. Every time you took a breath and your muscles in your abdomen tried to relax, their cocks would hit a special place each and make you constrict again.

"Fuck baby~ you okay?" Robby rubs your back. He's never heard you make such erotic noises. It felt like he was in a porno with all the sounds you were making. You just nod as you looked blissed out from the euphoria.

"I'm gonna move. Gonna make you cum," Abbot whispers as he thrust inside you. You moan loud and pant against Robby's chest. Robby groans as he feels Abbot's cock move inside you. The way you grip their cock with every thrust is enough to bring him to the edge. He slinks his hand between your two bodies and rubs on your clit.

"Cum with me, Baby~ C'mon baby." He says in a low voice.

Your eyes are squeezed shut and your brows are knit together. "I'm gonna cum. Feel so full. So fucking full." You babble.

Abbot takes it as a sign and picks up his pace. His own moans entering the euphoric of the room.

Robby cums first, painting your pussy walls with his sperm. His chest heaves as he finishes. Abbot follows after, lurching forward cumming in your ass. And you are the last, spraying your juices all over their cocks, yourself and the bed.

You are hot and panting. Still shaking from your orgasm. You can't stop moving. Abbot pulls out of you and Robby follows suit. They help you lay on the bed and see your blissed out face. "Baby, how are you feeling?" Robby asks worriedly.

"That was amazing. I feel amazing." You smile as you catch your breath, "I still feel it. Like I'm on cloud nine."

"You look it," Abbot caresses you face.

Robby goes to the bathroom and returns with a warm washcloth to wipe between your legs. You hiss at how sensitive you feel. "You did so well, Baby." He coos. You smile like a Cheshire cat at the praise. When he finishes, you pull him to the pillow.

Abbot purses his lips feeling he is over staying his welcome. He goes to put his prosthesis back on when you wrap your arms around his waist, "You're not disappearing this time." You kiss his shoulder. "Please~"

He smiles when you bat your eyelashes at him. He crawls back into the bed and lays beside you. Now you sandwiched between them. Exactly where you dreamed to be.

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"Alright, good evening, I hope I haven't made you wait too long." Robby comes in to the room and shuts the door.

"Not at all Doctor…?" You sit at the edge of the bed with your hands clasped together.

"Dr. Robinavitch, but you may call me Dr. Robby." He smiles and grabs a stool to sit on. "So, you are here for a pelvic exam, correct?"

"Yes." You smile at him.

"Have you had one before?"

"I haven't. I've honestly been scared to go." You purse your lips, "Is that okay?"

"The sooner the better but it's good that you came at all," He gives you a reassuring smile. "First things first, we'll need you to undress your bottoms. Go ahead and remove your underwear."

You stand up and drop your underwear from under the hospital gown you were wearing. Then you get back on the bed. Robby looks at the the underwear on the ground and bites back a smile, "Okay, lay back on the bed and scoot back until your feet can rest on it." You do as he says crawling backwards until your feet plant on the bed. While you're doing that he grabs a blanket and drapes it across your legs. "Alright, I'm gonna ask you to spread your legs for me okay?"

His voice is so calm and assuring. His eyes are so gentle. It's taking everything in you not to break right now. You nod as you do as he says. You hear the sound of latex gloves. "Alright, Miss. We are about to start. Any second thoughts?"

You take a breath, "Go ahead."

"Great, first I am going to check the outside visuals of your vagina." He says as he lifts the blanket to your knees and looks between your legs. With a gentle touch he runs his fingers along your pussy lips. You feel a shudder down your spine as he moves his middle finger over over your clit. You suck in a breath and bite back a moan.

Robby's head pops over the blanket, "How does that feel Miss?"

"Um, I'm getting a little… aroused." You giggle awkwardly.

"That's okay to feel during the exam. I am touching very sensitive parts of you." He rests one hand on your knee giving it a gentle pat. His fingers are still on your clit. Your brows knit together as you make another noise.

"Perfect," he whispers, "I am now going to lube up my fingers to insert them."

You hear the gloves rub against each other as he spreads the lube on his fingers. Slowly, he inserts his fingers and you let out a moan. Quickly, you cover your mouth, "I'm sorry Dr. Robby. I don't know what came over me."

"It's alright. It's completely natural." He continues to move his fingers in and out slowly. You lift your hips slightly and bite back a moan again.

"Dr. Robby~" You moan.

"Shhh." He hushes you as he continues. He goes further into pussy and press his thumb into your clit gently rubbing circle. Your toes curl and you whimper at the sensation. You dig your fingers into the blanket as you bite back a moan. "You're doing so well. I am just going to press my hand on your belly and curl my fingers around.

"Okay, Dr. Robby." You suck in a breath as you feel his fingers curl then you moan as you feel his other hand pushing down on your stomach area. "Oh shit!"

"Miss," He shoots you a warning glare, "I'm almost done."

"I'm sorry, Dr. Robby. I wasn't expecting it to feel so good." You bite your lip, "Your fingers feel so good."

"I'm glad you think so, Miss. But this is just a medical procedure." He curls his fingers up again as he pushes down again. Your legs lift slightly as you feel him hit your g spot.

"Robby! Oh my god," You grip the sheets.

"It's Dr. Robby and I am almost done." He continues to graze his fingers along the spot as his other hand moves down your stomach to your vagina and with his thumb he rubs on your clit.

"Ah! Ah! Dr. Robby, please. I'm gonna cum." You pant as you ride his fingers.

"Go ahead, Miss" He picks up his pace.

Your knees come together as you moan out. Your toes dig into the the bed as you shake through your orgasm. You hear it as it hits the floor. Your hips thrust onto his fingers as you squirt on them.

After a moment of rest, Robby pulls his fingers out and toss his gloves aside. "You squirted."

"I'm sorry Dr. Robby, I made a mess." You pant.

"Have you ever done that before?" He asks.

"No, sir." You sit up.

"It's completely normal to do. And very sexy."

"Really?" You bite back a smile.

"Yes, now why don't you lie back down so we can continue with the exam."

"Okay." You lay back down.

"Hmm, I don't seem to have my speculum with me so I'll have to use something else."

"What?"

"Nothing you haven't seen before. Are you sexually active?"

"Yes sir."

"Good. Then this won't be too uncomfortable." He stands up, "I'm going to have you move your butt to the edge of the bed and I'll hold your legs."

"Okay." You scoot down to the edge of the bed and feel his hands under your calves. One moves to under the blanket again. Then you feel something rub against you entrance.

"I-is that your other tool?" You bite you lip.

"Mhm, just relax. It'll go in nice and smooth after you came." He pushes it in, "Nice and easy."

You bite back a moan as you feel it go further and further. "Dr. Robby," is all you can muster as you feel yourself getting fuller.

"Just take it like a good girl." He mutters under his breath, "God damn."

You feel it bottom out inside you. His waist is flush with your butt. "Dr. Robby… Robby… fuck I can't keep this up." You try to move your hips against.

"C'mon just a little bit longer, the procedure is almost down." He begins to thrust into you.

"Robby, I will keep calling you doctor if you please just pick up the pace and get me out from under this hot blanket." You give him a warning glare.

"Right away, Miss." He throws the blanket onto your bedroom floor and you finally feel like you can breath. You slip off the stupid hospital gown and grab his shirt to pull him down for a kiss.

Robby picks up his pace as he rocks into you. You moan in response and throw your head back, "Yes, Dr. Robby. Harder please!" You roll your hips.

"You are still needy, that is very good. Very sexy." He chuckles as he pins your hips down. You hook your legs around him as he continues. He grunts into your ear as he feels his orgasm approaching, "So tight."

"Only for you Dr. Robby. Only your dick." You pant. You rake your nails across his shoulders as you tighten you grip around his waist.

"Gonna cum again? Cum for your doctor?" He groans in your ear.

"Yes, Dr. Robby!" You moan, "I'm gonna cum again!"

He starts to thrust faster, the sound of skin slapping together echoes through the room. You feel the pressure building more and more until you finally shake through your orgasm. He comes soon after you and continues to ride out both your orgasms.

He pulls out of you with a smile. You grab a towel and wipe between your legs. "What a mess you made Dr. Robby. Does that mean I'm in good health?"

"Absolutely. We'll have to do a breast exam soon though." He says as his eyes move across your body.

"Mm, I don't know… I was thinking, I believe you are due for a prostate exam." You grin.

"Am I? I don't know about that."

"Oh yes, Dr. Robinavitch. Especially for men your age." You draw circles on his chest.

He laughs and pulls you in his chest. "You are not a doctor."

"I don't have to be to put a finger up your butt." You tease back.

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His dad, David Edwards, partner lawyer of a firm, was unremarkable as a parent. Too busy on the phone to care for the children and when he wasn't distracted he only focused on the older boys to please his wife. It was because of her that Mars would never had a strong relationship with his dad. Not that he wanted one anyways.

Tatiana Edwards, was the matriarch of the house. Whatever she said goes and everyone did as she told. Whenever David was alone with Mars she was quick to interrupt. She would make him go and play with the other children. Mars really hated being at his dad's house.

So the day you drop him off, he plans to run away. He sits in his barren room all day pretending to read or do work packets to be left alone. While at dinner, he picks at his plate. The family talk to each other about their plans for the week as if Mars wasn't there. He wishes you'd given him a phone. Not to call you for anything but to entertain himself during these dull moments.

"I can't make the baseball game, son, I have to go to Philly for a few days." David says not looking up from his phone. Sending lewd messages to whatever secretary will give a damn probably. Mars has seen his emails.

"There's another on Saturday." Tatiana shoots him a death glare. "Daddy will be there for you, sweetie."

"What are you looking at?" Corey spat towards Mars.

The boy doesn't respond, knowing it wouldn't matter what he said; Everyone would get upset. "I'm not feeling well, may I be excused?" Mars mutters.

Tatiana looks him up and down, "Sure."

After he leaves the dinner table, he puts his plan to escape into play. He gets ready for bed but puts on his days clothes before getting under the blankets. He waits for his dad to come "check on him," turn off the light, and close the door to say goodnight.

After the light is out and the door is closed, Mars jumps into action. He locks the door and grabs his backpack. He puts some stuffed animals under a blanket to pass off as himself. It was time to put his wits to the test now, as he blocks the door with a cinder block. A 'dare' Corey made him bring it into the house. They wouldn't be able to see his bed from the door with the cinder block skewing the view.

From his window, he climbs out onto the porch roof. Carefully, he walks across to the garden trellis attached to the porch. He climbs down and lands in the garden. He runs along the front lawn and heads to a place he knew he could get to.

-

"Hey, good morning, you're probably busy getting ready for the day right now but I just wanted to check on you. I miss you and Mars. I feel like my day doesn't really start until I hear from either of you. I hope everything is going okay. Call me when you can. Bye." Robby ends the voicemail before heading back inside the ED.

It's been a few months since you've officially started dating Robby. He didn't think that you going away for a week would affect him so deeply. He used to be grateful when you were out of town but now he didn't know what to do with himself.

He'd come over, you'd make dinner together, Mars would show him a science project he was working on. You'd talk late into the night in bed. He missed your voice, your smile, your skin, your touch, your eyes, your lips—

"Robby, MVA incoming. Where are you right now? La La Land?!" Dana shakes her head.

He was distracted all day, thinking about you. Waiting for you to call him back. A little bit of him hoped that Mars would come barrelling through the bay doors to tell him something.

After a few trauma and a dozen patients discharged, he sits at the nurse's station to chart before picking up some more patients. As he walks down the hall when he's done, he swears he sees a boy who looks like Mars walking around. It had only been a couple days since he's seen the boy, delirium seems a little excessive. He shrugs it off and enters a room to see a patient.

As he finishes, he sees the boy walk past the window. This time he was sure the boy was real. "That boy… I saw him in the lobby earlier rooting around in the vending machine for a snack," The patient says, "I gave him a dollar fifty for a bag of chips." Robby furrows his brows and excuses himself. He then goes into the hall looking for the boy.

"What's the matter?" Dana notices his concerned face.

"I could have sworn, I saw Mars down here." He looks around troubled, "But he should be with his dad right now."

"Maybe he stopped by for a visit?" Dana suggests.

Robby doesn't feel confident that it was Mars or not. And if it was, his father would go out of his way to visit your workplace for Mars. Another patient is wheeled through the ambulance bay door making him concentrate back on work.

They are put in trauma one and Garcia comes down for an assist. When she enters, she jokes, "When did the hospital start hiring toddlers for food service?"

Everyone looks between each other confused then back at her. They wait for her to elaborate on the punchline, "I just saw a kid with a bunch of snacks in his hands heading up the elevator."

Robby's brow furrow, "What did he look like?"

Garcia gives the description and he swears under his breath. The boy really was Mars. His mind goes a mile a minute as he thinks about where Mars could go in the hospital. After the patient is stabilized he asks Garcia, "Did you see what button he may have reached when you got off?"

"I think he asked for the sixth floor." She recalls

Sixth floor was the Pediatric floor. Robby enters the elevator with a worried sigh. He pulls out his phone and calls you. After a few rings, you answer, "Hey, I was going to call you back. I miss you too."

"Hey, I don't want to scare you—"

"Oh god."

"I think Mars is in the hospital right now."

"What?! As a patient?!"

"No, no, just here wandering around." He explains, "I thought he was with his dad."

"He is supposed to be. Are you sure it was him?" You worry, "I have to call David. I can't believe this is happening."

"I'm looking for him right now. I'll call you back when I find him." He assures, "Hold off on calling in case I'm just being a lonely sociopath."

He hangs up as he arrives to the Pediatric ward. He searches the hall and stops at the nurse's station, "Have you seen a little boy here? About yay high, wearing a shirt with an astronaut on it."

"Oh, there's a boy in the waiting room matching that description. He said he was waiting for his mom." A nurse says.

He nods and thanks them before heading to the waiting room. There by the fish tank, the boy sits staring at the fish swim around inside. Robby comes up beside him and confirms it was Mars. He sits down beside him. The boy looks tired as he watches the fish. He smelled a little dingy like he hadn't showered in a few days. "The Carrassius auratus commonly known as the goldfish. It's actually an invasive species in America due to their opportunistic feeding tendencies. When they are released from captivity they have the ability to destroy entire ecosystems." He says.

"Mars, what are you doing here? How did you get here?" Robby asks the boy softly.

"I ran away." He confesses, tears welling up in his eyes, "I hate my dad's house."

"When did you get here?"

"Late Monday night. Tuesday morning when it was still dark out."

It was Wednesday now. Robby tries to hide his disbelief. He's been missing a day and a half and his dad hasn't come looking for him. "Where have you been sleeping?"

"The abandoned wing of the hospital." He purses his lips.

Robby sighs, "C'mon let's get your stuff."

"No!" The boy flinches, "No! Don't take me back! You can't make me!"

"Mars, please. I won't make you go back. I just want to see where you're staying and call you mom to let her know you're safe." He pulls the boy into his lap and dials your number.

"Is it him?" You picked up quickly.

"Hi, Mommy." Mars murmurs

"Mars," You whisper in relief, "Why did you run away?"

"They don't care about me. I was going to wait in the hospital until you came back."

"What were you going to eat?! Or where you sleeping?! Oh my god…" You take a breath, "I am going to call your father and tell him what has happened before he calls the cops. When did you run away?"

"Monday night?"

"Monday?! You've been missing for almost 2 days?!" You shout, "You are in so much trouble. Your dad is in bigger trouble. I can't believe you, Mars."

"Please don't make me go back." He begs.

"Then who will watch you, Mars?! You can not keep making grown up decisions without a grown up!" You raise your voice then calm down again, "I am going to call your dad and we will discuss what to do."

"Wait, hang on, I know it's not my place but… if it's bad enough for him to want to run, maybe I could watch him until you get back." Robby proposed.

You pause for a moment, "Are you being serious?"

"Yes, he can stay with me. He can sleep in my bed. I can take the couch. All until you get back." He offers again.

"Yeah! I could stay with Robby! Please!" Mars smiles. The first time since being found.

"I don't know… I've got to call his dad." You sigh, "Can you keep him until I get back to you?"

"Of course. Call me back as soon as you can." He hangs up. He gets up while carrying Mars and goes to the abandoned wing for his stuff.

While in the room he sees all the food wrappers of what he had taken. There were some gowns on the bed for blankets. Mars grabs his backpack and starts to clean up. Robby helps him by collecting the gowns and arranging the room as if it was untouched.

When they arrive in the ED, Robby puts Mars in a bed for him to rest. "So it was Mars." Dana watches him as he does a check up on the boy.

"Yeah, he ran away from his dad's. He was living in the hospital the last few days." Robby sighs, "Go ahead and rest here Mars, I'll come back to check on you okay?" The boy nods before laying his head on his pillow.

They walk out the room. "I offered to let him stay with me for the week."

"Really?" Dana gapes.

"Why not? He looked miserable when I found him. He would rather be eating bags of chips and hospital scraps than be at his dad's. That says something, right?"

"I guess," She shakes her head, "What did the missus say about it?"

"She'll let me know." He checks his phone for any new massages, "I'm going to catch up on patients to keep my mind off things. Could you check on Mars? He's a little dehydrated."

"You want an IV?"

"Nah it's not severe, maybe a Gatorade? Or some milk?"

"You got it."

"Thanks"

-

It's late into his shift when you call. Robby was getting nervous. When he answers, he hears the quiver in your voice like you had been crying, "Hey."

"Hey, is everything okay?" He asks.

"Um, for now. The fucking prick went to Philly, neglecting to tell me he was leaving too." You sniffle, "His wife, that bitch, thought Mars was sick but didn't check on him for a day and a half. Like who does that?!" You sob, "They disgust me. You know, it's always been like this. Mars suffers because what they really want to do is take it out on me."

"It's okay. It's okay." He hushes you, "We can figure it out. Mars can stay at mine until you get back."

"Could you? I told David a friend could look after Mars. I do not want him alone with that woman and her hell spawn."

"Of course, I am almost off. It'll be fine." He smiles, "I'm in your corner, Honey. Take a breath for me."

Silence.

"I want to hear you," He says. On the other end you audibly inhale through your nose and out through your mouth. You do it a few times.

"I should just come home." You say defeated.

"Hey, the crisis is averted. Mars is in trusted hands again. You'll just be upset all over again," He says, "It's just a few more days, we'll be okay."

"Okay… okay. I trust you. I am trusting you." You say, "Thank you, Robby."

"You're very welcome. I'll see you soon." He hangs up.

He heads back inside to check on Mars. Dana sits by his bed as Mars lays asleep, "He went to sleep after I have him a cup of milk. He was mumbling about flight paths and orbit until he closed his eyes."

"He's going to come home with me." He says, "Spend the weekend together until his mom comes back."

"He'll be happy about that. How is she doing?"

"Upset. Rightfully so, I can't imagine neglecting a child the way that family has. Pretending he doesn't exist. It's horrible," He touches Mars' forehead, "To look at him and not see him as an innocent child, his son. Never in my wildest dreams could I do that."

Dana looks at Robby's face. He looks fondly at the sleeping child. A smile grows on her face, "You should take him home soon."

"As soon as Shen comes in." He rubs the boy's head and leaves the room to finish his shift.

When Shen arrives, Robby carries Mars as he hands over his patients. The boy lays on his shoulder, eyes closed and unbothered by the movement and chatter. "Cute kid," Shen points.

"Thanks. That is everything. We are out of here." Robby says, "You all have a good night."

Robby thanks his lucky stars he drove his car today. They arrive at his house. It was a small apartment; one bedroom, one and a half bath. Even with his salary, he felt no need to upgrade. He lays the boy on the couch and nudges him awake.

"Robby?" Mars rubs his eyes, "Where am I?"

"My house." He smiles, "You always seem to get your way buddy."

He hugs Robby, "Thank you."

"No, thank you! You got me out of work on time." Robby pats the boy on the back, "You must be hungry. What do you think we should have for dinner?"

"I don't know. What do you have?"

What did Robby have? He was good a cooking but he never had ingredients at home. Last time he made a meal it was at your place. The two of you went grocery shopping together. He looks through his cabinets with a sigh, "I don't know."

"Let me see." Mars gets off the couch and inspects the food in the pantry and the fridge, "Here, we could make spam fried rice. You have all the ingredients." Mars holds the can of spam.

"Do you know how to cook?" Robby raises an eyebrow.

"I'm not allowed to operate anything in the kitchen other than the microwave without adult supervision." He recites.

"You're in luck, I am an adult who supervises for a living." Robby brings over a dining chair for the boy to use as a stool.

Mars instructs him on what to do. The rice cooks and he dices the spam and puts it in the soy sauce marinade. When it's all ready he tosses it in a pan with some frozen veggie mix to fry. When it's all finished he serves the food at the table.

"So, why don't you like your dad's?" Robby asks.

"Because his family sucks," He says plainly, "His wife makes me call her Mrs. Edwards as some weird power trip. My dad doesn't know anything about me. I don't think he cares to. And their kids hate me."

Robby purses his lips disappointedly, "But your mom takes you there…"

"She has to. When I was little there was a huge custody battle. They spent a lot of money on lawyers to get their way," He explains, "I was going to have to live them full time but my dad changed his mind. Said a month in the summer would suffice. I think he still cares about her. Feels bad after his wife's cruelty."

"Still seems like kind of a dick." Robby mumbles.

"Mom says that too," Mars giggles.

They laugh together. "Surely, they know how smart you are."

"They know…ish."

"Ish?"

"I only read books in my grade level around them. And I don't talk much." He scoops his food, "If they found out, they'd probably try to ship me away to MIT or something. They would just try to turn a profit from me."

"But your mom still treats you like a kid." Robby nods.

"Exactly. Even if I'm some prodigy my mom treats me like a kid. We go to Kennywood in the summer, she takes me trick or treating and helps me make a costume, she builds snowmen with me in the snow. I like all that stuff. Just because I'm smart doesn't mean I'm not a kid." Mars smiles.

After dinner, Robby calls you to talk to Mars, "You'll be respectful in his house. Do as your told."

"Yes mom." Mars says.

"Good, I love you and I miss. Please don't give me a scare like that again." You blow kisses to the your phone. "Now put Robby on the phone." Mars hands the phone to Robby and goes to the living room to sit.

"Hi, you." Robby puts the phone to his ear.

"Hi. I can't thank you enough for doing this. I've been on and off the phone with David all day. I've got a bit of a headache and Gloria is trying to force me to attend a mixer tonight.

"Then don't go." He chuckles, "Say, Mars isn't feeling well."

"You're being a bad influence," You giggle, "I just want to stay on the phone with you instead."

You sigh dreamily and Robby's heart squeezes at the sound. He's never yearned for someone before. He smiles, "I miss you too."

"Oh, I know you do, from the endless voicemails you send throughout the day."

"Don't make me sound so desperate." He cringes.

"That's because you are." You laugh, "Should I take an earlier flight to make you feel better."

"Maybe?"

"I'll head straight to your house from the airport too."

"I'm sold," He smiles, "Go and have fun. Mars and I can manage without you for a few days. Actually Mars is…" He checks in the living room to see him reading one of his medical textbooks. He sits in Robby's cozy reading recliner with the book in his lap. He lays his head on the arm rest and fights his eyelids from closing too long, "He's doing fine."

"Alright, I'll talk to you later. I love you…" You trail off. A smile grows on his face as you start to sputter, " I didn't mean to— I mean I did but I didn't want to— It's just a little soon to—"

"I know what you meant. I feel the same." He assures, "See you when you get back."

He hangs up the phone and walks over to Mars. He takes the book from his lap and picks him up. He carries him to bed. He looks so small in Robby's big bed as he tucked him in.

Robby stands at the door as Mars gets more comfortable in the bed. He smiles to himself before closing the door. He lays on the couch as he replays your words in his mind. He would have said it too, but you were so flustered he didn't want to overwhelm you. He opens his phone and calls you back. It's goes to voicemail.

"Good evening, I know we just got off the phone. I put Mars to bed and I am laying here thinking about what you said. I just want to say, I love you too. I didn't want to freak you out any more but I didn't want you to think what you said was wrong and—"

"Say it again." You pick up the phone, "I want to hear you say it."

"I love you too." He bites back a smile.

"You're not just saying it because I said it first right?"

"No. It's something I felt for some time."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure."

"And you're not going to get sick of me?"

"Not for a while, no."

"Okay, define a while because in my mind a few months is a while."

"Oh longer than that," He chuckles.

"Then when? It's a very valid concern."

"With how this conversation is going it may be shorter."

"Robby!"

You continue talking on the phone through the night until you both asleep.

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From your peripheral vision, you could see Neteyam walking toward you two, but as soon as you’d freed him, Nevan immediately scrambled down, his little feet pattering furiously across the ground as he ran toward his father. Neteyam dropped to his knees, his massive arms catching the boy, lifting him high into the air, making Nevan let out a high-pitched, joyful screech.

You watched Neteyam press his forehead against his son’s, closing his eyes as a fierce, protective rumble vibrated in his chest. But even as he held the boy, his eyes flew up, looking past Nevan’s shoulder, his gaze locking onto yours with a look that is so heavy, suffocatingly dense with a longing so profound it felt like a physical weight in the air between you. It was the look of a starving man staring at a feast he wasn't allowed to touch.

His eyes traced the curve of your jaw and the softness of your features, desperate to find even just a sliver of hint that you’re feeling what he’s feeling. But you didn't give him one. Carefully, you looked away, focusing instead on your son’s little kicking legs and on the way Neteyam’s large hands held him safely. You chose to see him only as a father, completely shutting out the man who used to hold you the exact same way.

It hadn't always been like this. That was the cruelest part.

Your marriage hadn't been a political arrangement or a hasty union, it had been a lifetime in the making. Your parents were part of Jake and Neytiri’s inner circle since before the first war against the sky people. Through the many times your parents would bring you to visit the Omatikaya, you had witnessed Neteyam grow from a lanky boy into the man he is now.

And he had known you were for him since you were children. Neteyam was never one to waste time or play games, so he had always stake a claim on you, and the moment you both came of age, he courted you with a fierce, unwavering devotion that made even your parents sigh. You were sweethearts as teenagers, inseparable and fiercely protective of one another. When he mated with you before his and your people, his eyes had held nothing but a future filled with you.

And, your pregnancy had been a dream. Neteyam was a doting, almost ridiculously attentive husband. He would spend hours rubbing soothing oils on your aching back, pressing his ear to your growing belly to whisper stories of the forest and your childhood escapades to his unborn child. He never left your side. You had no doubt, not a single one, that you were the center of his universe.

Then, the sky people returned.

And the man you loved was swallowed whole by the war. Suddenly, he wasn't just Neteyam. He was the firstborn of the resistance leaders, the commander, and one of the unyielding pillars that kept the people from being completely overcome by the RDA. He began leaving before the first light of dawn and returning long after you and the baby had fallen asleep.

For over a year, you lived as a ghost in your own home. You sat alone in the dark, rocking a crying infant, praying to the Great Mother that the next body brought back on a stretcher wouldn’t be his. You begged him, you cried, you pleaded for just one evening. “Just for a day, Neteyam. Stay. Be with me, be with our son...”

But his face would harden, that stubborn, unyielding Jake-Sully look taking over. “I am doing this for our future, my love. If I do not fight, our children will have no world to inherit.”

And then it all just crumbled on your son’s first birthday.

It was a simple thing, really. You had spent days gathering sweet fruits, weaving small toys, hoping against hope that Neteyam would remember. You waited until midnight. When he finally walked into the kelku, covered in war paint and soot, he didn't even look at the small, untouched feast on the woven mat. He just muttered about a successful raid on an RDA supply train and collapsed into sleep.

He had completely forgotten.

And you were hit with the realization that the man you loved was dead, replaced by a warrior who had no room left in his heart for anything but strategy and casualties. You had cried all your tears by then. The well was dry. You were just so profoundly, deeply tired. So, you talked to him about going back home, citing the safety your clan’s territory could provide for you and Nevan to make him agree.

“Baby, this is your home now...” he had told you then, his arms tight around you as he fit his head in the crook of your neck.

“I know, Neteyam. But the explosion was too close yesterday. I am afraid for Nevan. This is not a place where he can safely run around and... be a child. I do not want to lose him, too...”

“Too?” he had asked, his hands maneuvering you so you’d face him but you didn’t budge. “Baby, you didn’t lose me—”

“All evidence to the contrary, Neteyam. I haven’t shared a meal with you in so long, you weren’t there when Nevan first laughed or when Nevan first uttered the word Papa, you weren’t there when he took his first steps. I am a ghost in this home. It would make no difference if we are away, because you had been acting like you had no family to come home to.”

His arms tightened around you, his nose burying in your neck. “It would make all the difference. I am coming home to my wife and child safe and sound, and that was my solace—”

You struggled to remove his arms around you, but his arms were iron tight. Your heart throbbed with pain but you couldn’t even cry. “So, then let me go home. Nevan and I will be completely safe there, if that’s what you truly care about.”

“I can’t be away from you, yawne, you’re practically asking me to stop breathing. I cannot not see you and Nevan—”

“When was the last time you’d seen your son, Neteyam? You leave before he wakes up and comes back long after he’d fallen asleep. I think you can, Neteyam, you can stand not seeing us. As I said, it would make no difference if we were here, or we were back home.”

That was that beginning of you leaving him to his war. He hadn’t known it would be a full-blown separation... But he had long before set that distance between himself and you. You’d just gotten the memo late.

“Watch, Mama! My big splash!”

Nevan’s high-pitched voice snapped you back to the present. You sat on a smooth, sun-warmed rock by the riverbank, your hand propped on the soft woven mat laid beautifully on the grass. Around you were various food, pies, and fruits Neteyam had prepared. You could barely eat it without your throat closing at the grief of this not being a permanent thing.

You’d told him Nevan wanted to celebrate his birthday here, that he misses Jake and Neytiri, and he promised you it would be different this time. You told him not to promise you anything, and just show it to his son. So far, he had kept his promise. He had cleared his entire day, which is probably an unthinkable feat for the commander of the resistance. He had brought a mountain of gifts for his boy. Beautifully carved wooden toys that he probably spent the past moons making, a small bow, and a woven arm band.

Now, he was knee-deep in the crystal-clear water, his loincloth soaked, laughing as Nevan furiously slapped the water, sending a pathetic little wave toward his father’s shins. Neteyam exaggerated his reaction, falling backward into the water with a loud splash, making Nevan howl with glee.

For a moment, the illusion was perfect. You looked like a little family. Neteyam would look up at you from the water, a soft, hopeful smile playing on his lips, trying to pull you into the warmth of the moment. You would smile back politely, a distant curve of your lips that never reached your eyes. You were here for Nevan. Only Nevan.

Nevan waddled out of the water, dripping wet, and proudly held up a crudely constructed object from the pack you brought from home. It was a woven sheath of colorful leaves, bound tightly with vines, holding a cluster of bright purple orchids. You shook your head with a smile as you fixed the pack, wiping the puddle of water he left behind.

“Look, Papa!” Nevan beamed, shoving the wet flowers directly into Neteyam’s face. “A flower sheath! Uncle Maytel taught me how... how to twist the vines. They don't break!”

You searched for a dry towel in your pack, smiling as you watched your son speak, his little body trembling in excitement.

“Uncle... Maytel?” Neteyam echoed. The playful, warm tone in his voice vanished instantly, replaced by a low, measured cadence.

You blinked, your eyes snapping to him. Suddenly, you had become aware of how ugly that sounded in the ears of people who didn’t know. You froze for a moment, the air in your lungs suddenly feeling like liquid lead as you watched Neteyam momentarily narrow his eyes, the look of a formidable hunter spotting a prey. Or a predator sensing blood might be the better description.

“Yes!” Nevan replied excitedly, entirely oblivious to the sudden, deadly shift in the atmosphere. He had just opened a cage containing a predator, and he thought he was playing with a puppy. “Uncle Maytel... He makes the best ones! He is Mama’s friend... They talk all the time. See... This is pretty. Right, Papa? Look at Mama's hair. See? I can make that, too, Papa. I will teach you!”

Nevan pointed a chubby finger at you. You had indeed used a beautiful hair decoration to pin back your hair in a half ponytail, letting the rest of your wavy locks flow loose behind you, having no idea at all how the sight of you earlier today literally stole the breath from Neteyam’s lungs. You are so beautiful, always have been, but it hits him particularly hard now that he doesn't see you as often.

He has never been used to being away from you for so long. This is probably the longest he has gone without you, such that every time he sees you now, his heart starts doing the thing it did when he first realized he loved you: flipping inside his chest and then melting into a puddle.

You kept your face as blank as stone, waiting for Neteyam to look at youjust as his son instructed. Neteyam was standing up now, but he wasn't looking at the decorations on your hair. He was staring directly at you, and the look he gave you almost choked the air right out of your throat. He didn’t look mad, it also wasn’t the detached look of a commander. It was that intensely familiar, deeply possessive, primal look he used to give you when another hunter talked to you for a second too long during his youth. His eyes darkened, his lips tightening into a straight line as his gaze finally dropped to the decorations in your hair before snapping back to your eyes immediately.

“Is that so, my boy?” Neteyam said softly, his voice dropping an octave, his eyes never leaving yours.

“Yes! He says Mama is... is very beautiful!” Nevan cheered, completely ruining any chance of a graceful exit.

So for the rest of the afternoon, you made it your absolute mission in life to never, ever be left alone with Neteyam.

When you returned to the camp, you practically shadowed Jake and Neytiri. When Neytiri pulled Nevan onto her lap to feed him sweet fruit, you sat right beside her, suddenly intensely interested in what she has to say. When Jake took Nevan to show him the ikran roost, you walked right behind them, using your son as a shield as Neteyam followed like a shadow.

He stayed a respectful distance though, answering his son's hundred questions about the beasts, even the imaginary ones, coming up with the perfect answers for it. For a moment, you were back to being a teenager, annoying the golden heir of Toruk Makto with your silly questions and having him answer you with complete seriousness, as though he really thought about your silly questions like they were points for further research.

His eyes were a constant, burning pressure on your skin the entire time, and every time you glanced up with a neutral expression, he was watching you. Eventually, the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in bruised purple. Neytiri, seeing how exhausted the toddler was, scooped Nevan up.

“He will sleep with us tonight,” Neytiri said softly, giving you a knowing, gentle look that made your stomach twist. She thought she was doing you a favor, giving you and Neteyam a night of privacy. “Go. Rest.”

“Oh, I can take him—” you started quickly, reaching for your son.

“No, no,” Jake chuckled, clapping a heavy hand on Neteyam’s shoulder. “Let his grandparents spoil him for one night. Go on.”

You stood there, watching Neytiri walked away, your son already fast asleep against her shoulder. Oh, boy. You watched the rest of the camp clear out as the rest of the people retreated to their homes. You didn’t turn to Neteyam, turning instead toward the guest tents, your pace brisk, but you didn't even make it halfway before a large hand gently but firmly gripped your forearm.

It wasn’t a harsh pull,  but his grip was unyielding. “Our home’s here,” he reminded you.

You glared at him through your lashes. “I haven’t forgotten,” you said in a clipped tone, walking straight into the shadows of your old home, and seeing that nothing much had changed, only that he’d put up photos on the wall.

And from where you were standing, you’ve seen one from his unilatron many years ago. With him painted in swirling marks of white and you, standing beside him with a huge smile. Another, at your mating ceremony, and another, a photo of you heavily pregnant. The last one was a photo of the three of you, with Nevan as a newborn, cradled in your arm, both of your faces adorned with brilliant smiles.

Grief seized your heart and you had to physical turn away from it, your hands balling into fist.

“You've been avoiding me all day,” Neteyam stated, standing between you and the flap entrance, his large frame casting a long shadow over you.

“I was spending time with our son's grandparents, Neteyam. It's his birthday,” you replied, keeping your voice entirely light and normal. You walked over to the sleeping mats, untying your travel pack and organizing your things with practiced nonchalance.

“Who is Maytel?”

The question was sharp and direct, like always. Neteyam had never liked beating around the bush. You took a deep breath, turning around with a calm, casual smile. “A childhood friend from my clan,” you said.

“A childhood friend,” Neteyam repeated, his voice low, a dangerous rumble vibrating in his throat. He took a slow step toward you, his tail twitching rhythmically behind him. “Never heard of him before.”

“I have many friends back home, Neteyam,” you said. “There was no reason to bring him up. He's just a friend. He helps at home, and he’s good with Nevan. My friends have all been a huge help to me since I moved back.”

Neteyam stopped just inches from you. He was so close you could smell the familiar mint-y scent of him. All your senses were melting. It knew the smell so well, had even associated it with home and safety, and it tore at your chest, a cruel reminder of the husband you had lost. He leaned down slightly, and though he didn’t touch you, you were forced to look into his heavy, shadowed eyes. The possessive fire in them hadn't died down, if anything, it was burning hotter, fueled by the agonizing restraint he was forcing upon himself.

“He makes ornaments for your hair,” Neteyam murmured, his eyes dropping to the flowers on your soft hair. His hand twitched, as if he wanted to reach out and rip it from your hair, but he kept his fist clenched at his side. “He talks to you all the time—”

“To help. All my friends help me, Neteyam, you’ve seen Laika and Nira helping me last time," you countered smoothly, your eyes locking onto his, refusing to back down. “I am a single mother raising a little boy. I needed all the help I can get. Nothing more.”

His head reared back a little as if you’d hit him. The words single mother hit him squarely like a slap and you saw the visible flinch in his jaw, the way his chest heaved as he swallowed the bitter taste of his own failures.

He stared at you for a long, suffocating moment. He knew you were telling the truth about Maytel being just a friend. He knows you, he knows the woman he married, he knows that you would never violate the bonds of marriage, even a broken one. But that didn't stop the sickening, agonizing jealousy from clawing at his throat. Another man was filling his space. Another man was teaching his son how to weave. Another man was making his wife smile.

“You are not single. I am still very much here,” he said.

“I don’t want to argue about what here actually means,” you replied, tearing your eyes away and removing the decorations on your hair to free it from its bounds.

He watched you, choosing not to press further, but as he stepped back, his eyes remained devastatingly heavy on you. “He is a friend,” he whispered, his voice thick with an unspoken, desperate plea. “But he is not my son’s father. And he is not your husband.”

As he uttered those words, the reality of his hypocrisy came crashing back down on him. Maytel, indeed, was not Nevan’s father, nor was he your husband... But could he honestly say he was both of those things to you and Nevan? He visited the two of you as much as he was capable, but that didn’t mean anything. He was an absent father, and an even more absent husband, and he wondered completely how his son still held excitement and affection for him instead of distance.

And how the boy knew everything he was doing for the people. He knew that, even in your current indifference, you had thoroughly made the boy understand that his father had sacrifices to make for the benefit of Eywa’eveng. He watched you lay down on the sleeping mat, pulling a woven blanket up to your shoulders and turning your back to him. He sat down on the opposite side of the yurt.

He wouldn’t lie down, and you had noticed he never did once the two of you were alone in a space. Whenever he visited back home, he would do the same thing, sitting down far away from you, his heavy, burning gaze fixed on your back, mourning a home he had lost to a war he was still fighting.

The morning arrived with a crisp chill you hadn't felt in so long. The altitude of the floating mountain made the sun feel unreal. You shared a meal with Neytiri and Jake. Your son, having already bathed, wore a new loincloth with fine weaving, and you put a hand over your mouth as you laughing at him proudly showing it to everyone.

“Grandma made this, Mama!” he told you, munching on a sweet fruit as his little body leaned into Neteyam.

Neteyam held his wrist gently, kissing the side of his head. “No sweet fruit yet without a real meal, little boy...” Neteyam mumbled, replacing the fruit with a bite-sized piece of meat.

“Okay, Papa... But Grandpa said I can eat? I don’t eat this at home... Right, Mama?“ Your son turned to you, now munching on the meat Neteyam had given him.

You smiled softly. “I try not to let him eat too many sweets unless necessary to regulate his body,” you explained. “But Papa is right, Nevan. You must eat your food first before the sweet fruit.”

Neteyam glanced at you, his soft eyes smiling even as he tried to look serious for Nevan who nodded without a fight, even picking some vegetables off his leaf and eating happily.

Neytiri smiled at you. “He is a good child, Y/N. You are doing such a great job with him,“ she said, her eyes a little misty.

You smiled, caressing your son’s head. “Neteyam is, too, Mother. Despite the grueling demands of the war, he makes sure to find time for Nevan,” you said. You couldn't possibly leave him out, not when you knew he was trying his best.

After the meal, the peace you were feeling had dissolved and was replaced by the reality that you had a hazardous flight ahead of you. Outside the yurt, the camp was already buzzing with the low, mechanical drone of the resistance. You stood beside your ikran, adjusting the heavy leather straps of the riding harness, checking every buckle with meticulous care. Nevan was already strapped securely to your body in his woven wrap. He was heavy, but his warmth was comforting, his little hands clutching a newly carved wooden ikran that Neteyam had given him.

A shadow fell over you and you didn't need to look up to know it was Neteyam. He double-checked your ikran’s saddle, his movements deliberate and sharp, before he checked the saddle of his own mount, preparing to take flight alongside you. You stopped tightening the cinch of your saddle, your hand resting flat against the leather. You swallowed the dryness in your throat and turned your head toward him.

“Neteyam,” you called out, your voice quiet but steady. He paused instantly, his ears twitching forward as he turned his head to look at you, his golden eyes wide and alert, catching every syllable. “I think... It wouldn’t be safe if you come with us.”

A subtle, pained stillness took over his features. His chest expanded with a sharp breath, his fingers tightening against his mount's reins. “The skies are not safe, yawne. The gunships have shifted their patrol grids closer to the western border. I am accompanying you home.”

“Neteyam, I would like that, too.” you said, stepping closer so your voice wouldn't carry to where Jake and Neytiri were standing a few paces away. You gestured faintly to the sky, then down to the boy against your chest. “But the tension with the sky people is worse this moon. They know your ikran, Neteyam. They know you. You are the commander of the vanguard; your presence draws the kind of attention I cannot risk when I have our son with me.“

The words seemed to render him weak. Neteyam looked at you with eyes so deeply pained, so utterly crushed, it felt like a blow to the chest. He looked down at his own hands, then at his son's chubby legs dangling from the wrap, as if he couldn't fully comprehend the reality that his very existence, the fierce, formidable identity he had built to protect his people, was now a liability to the safety of his own family.

Nevan, completely unaware of the reason of the heavy silence, looked up at his father with wide eyes. He held up his wooden toy, making a little whistling sound through his teeth. “He’ll fly with us, Papa!”

Neteyam’s heart tightened so visibly you could see the muscle in his jaw clench as he forced a small, strained smile for the boy. He reached out, his large thumb gently tracing Nevan’s round cheek, but his eyes kept flickering back to you, searching your expression for any sign of hesitation. There was none.

Behind him, Jake and Neytiri exchanged a quiet, heavy look. Jake stepped forward, his hand coming down firmly on his eldest son's shoulder.

“She’s right, son,” Jake said softly. “The RDA has scout ships tracking your specific signature. If they spot you flying with your wife and child, we don’t know what they could do.”

Neteyam’s shoulders sank, the breath leaving him in a low, defeated hiss. He knew the logic was flawless. He knew it was the right tactical decision. But the soldier in him was currently losing a brutal war against the husband and father who desperately wanted to prolong his hold on both of you.

“I will send two warriors,” Neteyam muttered, his voice thick as he stepped back from his mount. "They will fly low behind you, out of sight. They will ensure you reach home safely.”

You nodded. “Thank you,” you said softly, genuinely relieved.

Neteyam stepped closer to the side of your ikran, his large body aching to simply reach out, to wrap his iron-strong arms around both of you and never let go. He leaned in, pressing a tender, lingering kiss to the top of Nevan’s head, his eyes closing as he inhaled the scent of his son one last time.

As he began to pull away, Nevan’s small fingers suddenly shot out, grabbing Neteyam’s long braids with a stubborn, toddler grip. He yanked, preventing his father from moving back.

“Papa kiss Mama!” Nevan ordered with a bright, demanding grin, his tail swishing behind him in a mischievous flick. “Good bye!”

Neteyam froze, his head tilted downward by the boy's grip. Slowly, his eyes lifted from Nevan’s face to yours. They were completely stripped of the commander's armor, now earnest, dark, and filled with a raw longing that made your breath hitch in your throat. He waited, silently asking for permission.

You looked at his lips, then at the desperate hope in his eyes, and felt the old, stubborn walls in your chest crack just a fraction. Slowly, you tilted your chin up, offering your lips to him.

The tension in Neteyam’s shoulders died instantly. A soft, ragged sigh escaped his nose just before his large, warm hand came up to cup your neck, his thumb on your jaw. He leaned down and closed the distance. You were expecting a brief, polite kiss of departure, but you should have known by the way he held you that it wouldn’t be like that.

The moment his lips touched yours, he held you there with the fierce, unyielding eagerness of a man who had been starving for a year. His lips were warm, firm, and thoroughly possessive, parting slightly as he kissed you, reminding your body of exactly who he was to you. A sudden, stupid heat flared in your stomach, your pulse spiking as your lips instinctively softened against his, responding to the familiar, intoxicating rhythm of his kiss.

He groaned softly against your mouth, his thumb caressing your jaw, pulling you just a fraction closer, trying to collapse the entire year of separation into a breathless second. But a sharp, high-pitched giggle broke the air. Nevan was squirming between you, his small hands clapping.

The sound snapped you back to reality. You pulled away, your breath coming a little faster, your cheeks flushed dark with a sudden surge of heat. Neteyam’s hand lingered on your jaw for a second too long, a low, deep rumble of impatience vibrating in his chest at the interruption, his eyes dark and heavy as he stared at your parted lips.

“Fly safely, baby,” he whispered, his voice rough.

You couldn't even form words. You simply nodded, mounted your ikran, and took to the sky, your mind in an absolute daze as the wind rushed past your face.

The flight back home felt like a blur. Even after you had safely landed on the soft, mossy platforms of your home clan and unbuckled an exhausted Nevan from the wrap, your lips still felt strangely warm, tingling with the ghost of Neteyam's mouth.

“My bestest friend in the world! You are back!”

The cheerful voice of Maytel broke your reverie as he walked down the wooden ramp, followed closely by Laika and Nira. The three of them had been your lifeline this past moons, always ready to help with the daily chores and Nevan.

Maytel practically bounded over to you, his face painted with a mischievous, gossiping energy. He didn't even wait for you to greet them before he leaned in, his voice a conspiratorial whisper. “Tell me everything! How was the High Camp? My weekend went just as good! Do you remember that hunter from the clan nearby that I was eyeing? The one with the long arms? I swear, yesterday, we were together—”

“Maytel!” you hissed, your eyes widening significantly as you pointed them sharply down at your son who was rubbing his eyes but listening intently.

Nevan was an incredibly smart boy and his ears picked up on village gossip faster than a direhorse on the run.

Maytel immediately clamped his hands over his mouth, grinning apologetically. “Oh! Right. Hello there, little Neteyam. How was your visit to your Papa?”

Nevan’s ears instantly perked up, his fatigue temporarily forgotten as his eyes lit up with excitement. “We played a lot!” he chirped before holding his small arms out as wide as they could go. “Papa made big splash in the river! And gave me many toys! You’ll see, Uncle!”

Nevan eagerly held up the wooden ikran, bouncing on his heels as he babbled to Nira and Laika about the sweet fruits, the big mountain camp, and how his Grandpa let him touch a real ikran's snout. The three of them doted on him, laughing at his wild gestures until the boy's eyelids grew too heavy to fight.

You carried him down on his soft, woven cot, watching him with a doting smile as his tail curled peacefully. Even in sleep, his small forehead furrowed slightly in a way that looked identical to his father. It was a constant wonder to you how your boy could look so much like Neteyam, even with his soft baby features.

When you walked back out to the main platform, Maytel was sitting on a woven mat, repairing a fishing net. He looked up, a theatrical sigh escaping his lips.

“Now,” Maytel smirked, leaning forward on his elbows. “What happened with the dear husband?”

You rolled your eyes, sitting down across from him and pulling a basket of fibers towards you to clean. “Nothing.”

Maytel groaned loudly, tossing a piece of twine into the air. “I do not know how you could do it, syulang! How you can resist all of... that! The last time he came to visit you here, oh, I couldn't even come near the house even if I tried. The air was so heavy! He is so large... taller than all the men in our village! And so handsome, too... Ah, those thighs... One could only imagine the beast he has inside that loincloth—”

“Maytel!” you shouted, your face burning as a sudden, vivid image of Neteyam’s muscular frame hovering over you flashed unbidden into your mind. Your stomach did a treacherous little flip. Oh, indeed, it was a beast. You cleared your throat quickly, trying to suppress the heat in your neck. “Perhaps you should have visited when he was here. Just yesterday by the river, Nevan mentioned your name to him, and it sounded so terrible. Neteyam thought you were my boytoy.”

Maytel’s eyes widened to the size of stones, his hands dropping the net completely. “What?!”

You rolled your eyes at his dramatic reaction. “Yeah. I should introduce you sometime, just so he stops looking like he wants to hunt something down.”

A slow, terribly mischievous smile spread across Maytel’s face. His amber eyes danced with glee. “Was he jealous, syulang?”

You shrugged, trying to appear completely indifferent. “Neteyam has always been very possessive. It is just his nature.”

“Of course he is!” Maytel grinned, leaning in close, his voice dripping with dramatic flair. “The way that man looks at you... Oh, he looks like a predator completely ready to pounce! Only that you’ve put him inside a cage.” He shivered, rubbing his arms. “We should rattle the cage, syulang.”

Your eyes narrowed instantly into a dangerous glare. “What are you talking about?”

He smirked, waving a hand dismissively. “I mean, let’s see what happens if he keeps thinking I actually want you. You know? A little competition...'”

“No,” you said firmly, your voice dropping into a serious, unyielding tone that left no room for argument. “We will not play with my husband like that. He is currently in the vanguard, fighting a war for all of us. He has enough weight on his shoulders without us playing petty games with his mind.”

Maytel pouted, rolling his eyes as he picked his fishing net back up. “You are such a killjoy!”

When night finally came, the village fell into a quiet rhythm, the bioluminescent flora providing light in brilliant shades of cyan and deep magenta.

Inside your quiet hut, the small tablet you used for long-range communication emitted a low chime. Neteyam called almost every day when he wasn't able to visit, a routine he had stubbornly kept since the day you left.

You picked up the device, pressing the connect button and Neteyam’s face appeared on the small screen, the blue light of the monitor reflecting his sharp features, sitting in the dark of your yurt, looking exhausted.

“Papa!” Nevan’s voice cut through the quiet as the boy scrambled from his cot, his small hands immediately snatching the tablet from you.

You let him take it, stepping back. The memory of the kiss from this morning was still burning in your chest, and the ridiculous things Maytel had said earlier kept echoing in your mind. Hearing the deep, gravelly texture of Neteyam’s voice through the speaker seemed to tickle something deep within you, sending a slow, persistent heat crawling up your neck.

You watched from a distance as Nevan babbled to the screen, showing his father the toy again, telling him about the fish he saw in the river. Neteyam listened with an intensity that made your heart ache, his expression soft and full of a quiet, reverence for the boy.

“Go to sleep now, son,” Neteyam’s voice softened as Nevan yawned heavily, his little eyes fluttering shut as he rested his head against the mat, the tablet propped up beside him. “Good night, Nevan.”

“Night, Papa...” the boy murmured, completely out.

The screen shifted slightly as Neteyam adjusted his hold on his end. He knew you were still in the room. Even though he couldn't see you in the dim light of the hut, his voice dropped into a low, intimate frequency that felt like a warm hand sliding up your spine.

“Good night, my love,” he whispered into the quiet. “I love you so much.”

The line went dead with a soft beep.

You stood there in the dark for a long time, the silence of the room suddenly feeling incredibly loud. Your skin felt hypersensitive, your heart drumming a strange rhythm against your ribs as you carried the tablet back to the shelf and finally lay down on your own sleeping mat beside your son.

When sleep finally took you, it didn't bring the peaceful, dreamless rest.

It was a dream that seemed familiar to you. It was real... More like a memory haunting you. You were under a canopy in a forest that was so green and vibrantly alive. Your vision focused and you saw Neteyam in fromt of you. He looked so young, entirely devoid of the rigid exhaustion the war brought. He was grinning, a look that made your heart jump.

He had you pinned against the smooth bark of a giant root, his large hands mapping the curves of your body with a desperate fervor. You were both shivering, caught in the reckless, consuming heat of youthful desire. His fingers were knuckles-deep inside you, the slick, wet heat of you coating him as he moved frantically in and out, stretching you beyond relief. It was a tight, intense friction, but even in the haze of the dream, you found yourself thinking that it was a far gentler stretch than the thick, heavy length of his cock, which your hands were currently fisted around. You pumped him in tandem with his rhythm, his weight leaning heavily into you as a ragged groan escaped his throat.

“I missed you, my baby...” he mumbled against your skin, his lips trailing a path of burning kisses from your collarbone up to your jaw before crashing onto your mouth, tasting of pure adoration. His fingers moved faster, driving you closer and closer to a cliff you wanted to fall off of.

You let out a soft, breathless chuckle against his lips, your fingers tightening around his length. “Missed me? We are always together, ‘teyam...”

But the moment the words left your mouth, you watched his face fall, a profound sadness washing over his golden eyes. “Not really, no...” he whispered, his voice cracking with a vulnerability that made your chest ache. “You are so far away from me right now...”

Panic seized your heart, sharp and sudden like an arrow to the ribs. “What...?” you gasped, reaching for his face, but his image was already dissolving like smoke in the wind. “Neteyam—”

You woke up with a violent gasp, your eyes flying open to the quiet, dark interior of your hut.

Your heart was hammering a frantic, echoing rhythm against your ribs, and your breath came in ragged bursts. The cool night air swept over your bare skin. Between your thighs, the phantom ache of his fingers was still vividly there, a throbbing warmth that slowly turned cold as the reality settled in. You pressed the heels of your hands against your eyes, trying to force the image of his younger, unburdened smile back into the dark.

You missed him so much.

This wasn't the first time. You had dreamed of him many times in the past moons. But they were never dreams that hasn’t happened, they were always memories, beautifully cruel and vibrant, haunting you even in your sleep. Your dreams weren’t showing you what could be, it was torturing you with what used to be, a reminder that while you had successfully run away from the war, you had never truly managed to run away from him.

The lingering mix of heat and longing from the dream stayed with you for days, but lately, only the heat seemed to have stuck. And it’s annoying. You were glad you didn’t have to see him for the time being, because it often happens every time you see him. Fortunately, you somehow at least manage to overcome the trials and tribulations of being a woman who chose to separate from the man she loves so much.

By midday, you were sitting on the main platform of your hut, the basket of fibers in your lap serving as a distraction while Maytel sat cross-legged opposite you. He was at it again, his fingers weaving river-grass and glossy feather-like fibers into an intricate hair crown. It wasn't for you this time, because Maytel has always been the unofficial beautifier of the clan's young women, and right now, he was carefully crafting a piece for a girl from the lower terraces.

“I am telling you, syulang, he nearly fell out of his hammock when I walked past,” Maytel was wheezing, his tail thrashing with dramatic delight as he recounted his latest encounter with his long-armed hunter. “He tried to act so smooth, but the poor thing was blushing so hard his stripes almost turned purple!”

You let out a loud, genuine laugh, shaking your head as you tossed a cleaned fiber at him. “You are terrible, Maytel. Leave the poor man alone before you break his spirit entirely.”

“Never! A little torment keeps the blood pumping,” he grinned, his fingers flying through the weaving.

“Mama! Mama!”

Nevan’s high-pitched voice shattered the lighthearted bubble. You blinked, looking toward the main walkway, expecting to see Nira or Laika chasing after your hyperactive son.

Instead, your breath caught squarely in your throat.

Walking just a step behind Nevan, his massive frame practically shadowing over your son, was Neteyam.

He was in his full warrior gear, wearing his cummerbund, his chest knife sheat, and his heavy longbow strapped to his back, looking thoroughly prepared in case he gets attacked on his way here. He looked terrifyingly formidable, and a little out of place, too. Everyone in your clan knows of his reputation as a warrior leading the resistance with his parents, and they have always treated that as something to celebrate.

Your eyes snapped straight to his face after a quick sweep of his gear, your heart jumping to your throat at the sight of his eyes narrowed into slits. To anyone else, he just looked like the stoic, fierce commander of the Omatikaya, carrying himself with his usual rigid authority. But you? You had known him since you were children. You had held him in the dark. You knew every subtle twitch of his ears, every micro-expression of his jaw.

There's your angry man.

He was staring directly at Maytel, his eyes tracking the way Maytel was sitting so comfortably close to you, sizing up his competition with a cold, calculating precision.

“Oh, Great Mother,” Maytel muttered through entirely gritted teeth, his smile freezing in place as he deliberately kept his lips from moving. “Is this your view every day? If yes, how dare you leave him, syulang? If I had one of that at home, I would never think of this clan again.”

You threw Maytel a furious, warning glare. Those seem like the perfect digs, because this isn’t your view at all, you barely even see him. You also didn’t have one of that at home... Literally, because the man was rarely home. You stood up, looking at Neteyam with look of genuine confusion. Before Maytel could even speak again, Nevan reached the steps leading to the platform, throwing his little body against your legs before turning around and pointing proudly at his father.

“Papa surprised me at the ledge, Mama!”

Neteyam stepped onto the platform, the wood creaking slightly under his weight. Without a word, he bent down and effortlessly scooped Nevan up into one massive arm, propping the boy against his hip. His jaw was clenched so tightly a muscle jumped in his cheek as he looked down at you.

“Neteyam,” you said, your voice tilting up. “You... you weren't due to visit until next week. The patrol schedules on the tablet said you were in the western valleys... You should have sent word, I haven’t prepared anything.”

His brows raised slightly, his tail twitching in an agitated flick behind him. He adjusted his grip on Nevan, his voice dropping into a deep, gravelly tone. “A word to visit my wife and my son? Do I need that now, my love?”

You blinked, completely caught off guard by the sheer pettiness dripping from the commander of the Omatikaya vanguard. A tiny, involuntary rise twitched on your brows. “N...no, of course you don’t,” you stammered slightly, trying very hard to keep your face neutral. “But what brought you here? Are the people alright?”

“The people are perfectly fine,” he answered, his eyes darting back to Maytel who was currently staring up at him with wide, completely unbothered eyes. In fact, Maytel looked like he was watching a theatrical performance, his gaze tracking Neteyam’s shoulders and the broad sweep of his chest with shameless appreciation.

You pursed yourself to stop a chuckle from escaping you at the realization that Neteyam had absolutely no idea what Maytel's true self was. To Neteyam, this was simply the man who was staying way too long talking to you, helping you, and weaving flowers into your hair.

“Neteyam,” you cleared your throat, stepping between them to cut off Neteyam's death stare before he accidentally declared a one-man war on your village. “This is Maytel. The one Nevan was telling you about.”

Neteyam shifted Nevan to his other hip, his posture locking into an intensely rigid, formal stance. He looked down at Maytel as if he were interrogating a prisoner of war. “I see,” Neteyam rumbled, his voice dripping with an absurd amount of authority. “I hear you have been a great assistance to my family, Maytel. I couldn’t thank you enough.”

Maytel blinked, a slow, highly amused smirk tugging at his lips. He stood a full head shorter than Neteyam, but showing absolutely zero fear. Instead, he let his eyes lazily trail down Neteyam's torso, before going back up to his face.

“It is no trouble at all,” Maytel purred, his voice smooth. “Your wife is my absolute favorite person to spend my days with and little Nevan here is just a joy to watch grow. You can’t take your eyes off of kids these days, they grow up so fast!”

You gritted your teeth, widening your eyes at Maytel, and having him glance at you with that confident I-can-handle-this look.

Neteyam’s ears threatened to flatten against his head. His nostrils flared as he looked at Maytel, his jaw locking hard as he absorbed the thinly veiled barb about being an absent husband and father, but the aggressive tension in his shoulder dissolved as quickly as it came. In its place emerged the smooth grin of a boy you had grown up with. Neteyam has never been one to take a slight seriously.

“Is that right?” Neteyam asked, his grin widening into something effortlessly dangerous. He patted Nevan’s back, his tail flicking behind him in slow, rhythmic moves. “Well, I can’t blame you. My wife is an excellent company, and my boy is easily the best part of anyone's day. I appreciate you keeping them entertained while I was away.”

Your lips twisted at how easily Neteyam was able to ride over that wave. Meanwhile, Maytel glanced like you, his eyes communicating ooh, the man can bite and you rolled your eyes. Neteyam caught the way Maytel glanced at you and your dear friend immediately tore his eyes off.

His plan to rattle the cage? Forget that. Neteyam looked physically capable of tossing him off the platform like a sack of dried grass, and as much as he would love to support you to the ends of the world, with the way your husband was sizing him up like a tactical competition, he decided he valued his life. It was time for a very graceful, very immediate exit.

“Oh, don't mention it. Taking care of Y/N and Nevan is the least I can do to contribute to the war efforts... Since you are too busy in it," Maytel said. You closed your eyes, shaking your head with how that once again landed like another dig!

Fortunately, a voice called out to Maytel several yards away and you saw how relieved he looked to have an excuse to get out of here. Your ears perked up, too, ready to send him away so you can finally deal with your husband.

“Oh, as much as I would like to stay...” Maytel sighed, “I think I shall leave you three to your... family time.”

“Right. Thanks, Maytel...” You said, widening your eyes at him when he sneaked in another once-over on your husband’s body.

With a theatrical swish of his tail, Maytel sauntered down the wooden ramp. Neteyam didn’t break his stare from the walkway until Maytel’s silhouette vanished into the lower terraces, but the moment he was gone, Neteyam’s golden eyes snapped down to the corner of the platform. His gaze locked onto a bundle of fibers that Maytel had carelessly left behind, a habit born from being used to coming here whenever he pleased.

“He leaves his things here,” Neteyam muttered, his tone dropping into a low growl. “Like he knows he can just walk back here anytime he pleases.”

“Maytel is harmless, Neteyam... if you’d only open your eyes to see,” you told him.You couldn’t possibly tell him what Maytel really was for that wasn't your secret to share, so you felt conflicted. You didn’t want Neteyam to think you were just allowing random men into your home.

“He is my friend. He can come back. He helps here, so he’s here almost every day.”

You saw Neteyam’s jaw tighten at the words every day and you almost groaned out loud at how you seemed to be cursed with the exact same syndrome Maytel just had: pissing off Neteyam with your choice of words.

“But that is not the point,” you quickly followed, cutting off his impending tirade before he could even start. You stepped closer, looking at the sheer exhaustion hidden beneath his rigid posture. “What’s the reason for this sudden visit?”

Neteyam looked down at Nevan, who was currently occupied with chewing on one of his father’s arm bands. Slowly, deliberately, Neteyam set the boy down on the woven mat. “Will you go inside and play for a while, son? Papa needs to speak with Mama.”

“Okay!” Nevan chirped, completely oblivious to the tension between his parents.

Once the boy was out of sight, Neteyam turned to you. The rigid, unyielding commander of the Omatikaya resistance seemed to slowly fracture, his shoulders dropping. He didn't look like he was preparing to leave. In fact, he had unbuckled his heavy longbow, setting it carefully against the weapon rack by the door, a gesture of permanence that made your heart skip a beat.

“It’s not a visit,”  Neteyam said softly, his golden eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that made your breath hitch. “I am staying.”

You blinked, a sudden wave of confusion washing over you. “What do you mean, you are staying? For how long? A week? Neteyam, the raids in the west—”

“I have handed the command of the western vanguard over to Lo'ak and Rey’to,” he interrupted, his voice steady. He took a step toward you, his large hand reaching out as if to touch you, before he caught himself and let it drop to his side. “I am staying here. With you. With our son. For as long as you are here. Even if it takes years.”

Your breath hitched. You stared at him, your mind frantically trying to process the words. The golden heir of Toruk Makto, the boy who had been groomed since birth to carry the weight of his people, the commander who had chosen the war over his own family... had walked away from the vanguard.

“What... What about the resistance?” you whispered.

“I left it,” he whispered, his eyes heavy on you, but for the first time in years, he looked so unburdened. “I don’t expect a pie for it, baby. I know I have a lot of things to make up for. To you, to Nevan, and to our family. There is nothing more important to me in this world but you—”

“Neteyam, y-you cannot do that. Your father, the people, they... need you. You are one of the pillars keeping the people from falling to the demons—”

“And who is keeping us from falling?” he uttered, his voice filled of a raw, desperate emotion breaking through his warrior’s facade. He stepped closer, completely invading your space, his familiar scent clouding your senses. “I spent the entire flight here realizing the hypocrisy of my own words. I told you that Maytel was not Nevan's father, and that he was not your husband... but Eywa help me, I haven't been either of those things to you in years.”

He looked at you with eyes so heavy with longing it made your throat close up with grief.

“My father told me that a leader makes sacrifices for the future,” Neteyam murmured, his hand finally defying the distance, his long, warm fingers gently cupping the side of your neck, his thumb resting against your jaw. “But if the future means I have to stand in an empty home, realizing that the woman I love, have loved my whole life, looks at me like a stranger... then the war has already taken everything worth fighting for. I am choosing you, and I didn’t think it could be that easy. Baby, I cannot lose you...”

You held his eyes as his words hung in the air, your throat working silently as your eyes mapped the familiar contours of his face. The rigid, hyper-vigilant set of his shoulders was still there, and perhaps it always will be there, but the desperate, raw vulnerability in his eyes sent an ache in your chest. The thumb on your jaw trembled just slightly, a rare display of fear from the Omatikaya’s most formidable young commander.

He was giving you everything you had spent a year aching for. He was giving up the vanguard. He was setting down his bow. He was choosing to be a husband and a father over being a war legend.

Yet, as you looked at the set of his jaw and the sharp knife strapped to his chest, a sudden grounded clarity washed over you. You couldn't help but peek past his shoulder toward the lower terraces where Maytel had just vanished. Your eyes narrowed as you stifled a knowing smile, cutting through the heavy emotional fog.

“You are a very foolish man, Neteyam,” you whispered, your voice dropping into a soft cadence that made his ears twitch in surprise. “You fly all the way across the forest, hand over your lifelong duty to your brother, and declare an end to your warrior days... and a significant part of it is because your son said something about some guy making hair decorations for me.”

Neteyam’s posture stiffened instantly. His nostrils flared, a faint, dark flush creeping beneath his cheeks. He tried to maintain his solemn, deeply romantic expression, but the telltale twitch of his ears betrayed him.

“That’s not—I did not leave the vanguard because of that,” he muttered with a defensive, stubborn scowl that reminded you of your son, melting away at your icy defenses.

“No?” You tilted your chin up, your eyes dancing with a quiet, knowing light. “You didn't look at Maytel like you wanted to feed him to your ikran? This wasn’t prompted by the thought that someone else was here, helping me with everything and teaching your son stuff while you were away in the trenches?”

Neteyam closed his eyes for a brief second, letting out a long, defeated hiss through his teeth. When he opened them again, the fierce commander was entirely gone, replaced by the intensely possessive, fiercely protective man you know very well.

He sighed. “I hate imagining and seeing him here... seeing another man's things in our space, knowing he gets to hear our son’s first morning words while I am decoding scout reports... I hate it, yawne. It made me realize that while I have been busy holding up the sky for everyone else, my own world was moving on without me. I am a warrior, yes. But I am your man long before I became one. I am Nevan's father. If I have to crawl to get your forgiveness, I will. Please, just do not tell me to leave.”

The sheer honesty of his words struck deep within your chest, like a lightning bolt cracking at the frost that had settled over your heart during the year of separation. You love him very much, and you knew he could easily get you back if he showed you how regretful he was, but you didn’t want to make it completely effortless for him.

You tilted your head before slowly moving away to let his hand drop from you. Neteyam’s fingers flexed against the empty air, a pained, searching look crossing his features as he watched you move a pace away.

“You can stay, Neteyam,” you said softly, your expression turning serious. “You can stay and be a father to our son. You have a lot of lost time to make up for.”

Neteyam’s chest expanded with a deep, profound breath of relief. You didn’t mention anything about how your relationship will go from here, but that only made a determined, unyielding fire lit up in his eyes. He will work hard to earn you, to replace the time he wasted letting you carry the burden of his absence alone with the reminder that he is still very much here, and that he will never leave again.

“I will earn it back,” he promised, his voice thick with emotion. “Every single day.”

And surprisingly, Neteyam kept his word with a relentless, quiet devotion that left no room for doubt.

For the first few weeks, you remained intentionally wary. You kept your distance. You expected the long-range communication tablet on the shelf to chime at any moment, expecting Jake’s stern voice or Neytiri’s desperate call to summon him back to the battlefield. You expected Neteyam to pace the platforms at night, staring longingly toward the mountains like a caged predator.

But the summons never came, and Neteyam never looked back.

While he still kept a strict routine of waking up before dawn to check his longbow and spending an hour on his tablet giving quiet, tactical advice to Lo'ak or coordinate defensive tactics with his father, the moment the sun broke over the mountains, he belonged entirely to his family.

Nevan, unlike you, required absolutely zero groveling. To your son, having his father home every day was a miracle straight from Eywa. The little boy practically attached himself to Neteyam’s hip from the moment he opened his eyes.

“Look, Mama! Papa taught me how to make the ikran call!” Nevan chirped one bright morning, running into the hut with his arms spread wide, letting out a surprisingly accurate, high-pitched screech that made you laugh.

Neteyam walked in right behind him, carrying a massive basket of freshly gathered jungle fruits and roots for pie. He had stripped off his heavy war gear weeks ago, now wearing only his daily clothes. His long braids were freely dancing, and his skin lacked the harsh black soot of the vanguard. He looked exactly like the boy from your dreams... unburdened and happy.

“He is an apt hunter, yawne,” Neteyam smiled, setting the heavy basket down near your cooking hearth. He paused, his golden eyes locking onto yours, admiring the way you look in the morning with that steady, intense warmth that always made your pulse quicken. “Though he still needs to work on his stealth. He gasps too much when he spots a prey.”

“I don’t, Papa!” Nevan protested, throwing his little body against Neteyam’s sturdy thigh. “I am silent like the wind! Right, Mama?”

You couldn't help the soft, genuine laugh that bubbled up from your throat. “I supposed you are, my little breeze. Now go wash your hands before breakfast.”

As Nevan scrambled toward the water basin, Neteyam stepped closer to you. He was never an impatient lover. Even when you two were younger, he had always made sure you were comfortable with the pace he was taking. It was actually you who was impatient, pushing him to his limits and challenging the rules he set for himself.

Now, he didn't exactly invade your space aggressively, but he came close enough that you could feel the heat radiating from his body. He reached into the basket and pulled out a single, perfectly bloomed night-glory flower, its petals glowing a vibrant, brilliant shade of blue. Without a word, he gently tucked the stem behind your ear, his knuckles brushing against your cheek just a second longer than necessary.

“Your son said this matches the pattern of your stripes,” he murmured, his voice low and gravelly, meant only for your ears. “He seems to have memorized your patterns like I have when I was a boy... I think every part of me loves you, baby. That includes Nevan, because he’s a part of me.”

Your face burned a sudden, dark shade of violet. You batted his hand away with a playful, frustrated sigh, though your fingers instinctively came up to touch the cool petals. “Neteyam... You are supposed to be helping with breakfast, not picking flowers and uttering pick up lines like a flustered young hunter trying to win his intended mate.”

Neteyam’s lips curved into a slow, utterly devastating grin, the exact same cocky, confident smile that had stolen your heart when you were teenagers. “Who says I am not? I am courting you, yawne. I told you I would earn my way back.”

“You are ridiculous,” you muttered, turning back to the hearth to hide the massive smile breaking across your face.

As the moons bled into one another, Neteyam’s quiet crusade to win back your heart took on a life of its own. He stayed and showed no interest in going back at all, integrating himself so deeply into your daily life that the memories of your lonely year apart began to fade like mist under the scorching sun.

Every single day seemed like an adventure with Neteyam and Nevan always making sure you were at the center of it, but today, your son had miraculously stayed behind when Neteyam went out to hunt. Both of you shared a laugh at the fact that the boy was obviously having a lazy day.

Nevan was sitting cross-legged in front of you, his tiny tail curling in a calm concentration. You had a shallow clay bowl filled with crushed, vibrant purple berries between your knees, using the thick juice as a makeshift paint.

“Like this,” you murmured softly, dipping the tip of your finger into the dark juice. You gently pulled his small hand into yours, guiding his index finger into the bowl. “Gently, my boy. We do not want to drown the wood.”

Nevan let out a soft, eager chirp, his ears pinning back in focus as you helped him press his finger onto a flat piece of smooth wood. Together, you dragged his finger down, leaving a thick streak that was meant to represent the neck of a direhorse. The moment you lifted his hand, Nevan gasped, his golden eyes going wide as a bright, toothy smile split his face.

“Pretty, Mama! Look!" he squealed, his little tail swishing frantically against your thigh.

You couldn't help the soft chuckle that escaped your lips, leaning forward to press a sweet, lingering kiss right to the tip of his nose. “Aren’t you just Mama’s little artist?”

Nevan giggled, squirming happily against your legs before leaning his small head completely against your chest. He was getting bigger every day, but in moments like this, when he curled up against you and let out those tiny purring sounds, he was still just your little baby. You wrapped your arms securely around his small frame, resting your chin on the top of his head, gently rocking him side to side as you hummed a soft, ancient lullaby, your hands continuously working on the paint.

Unbeknownst to you, Neteyam was standing completely still in the threshold. He had just returned from his hunt, his muscles aching and his heart still filled with the adrenaline of it. He had been prepared to strip off his boundary gear and weapons, but the moment he stepped onto the platform and saw the two of you, the breath completely caught in his throat.

He couldn’t move, he couldn't possibly break the absolute sanctity of the scene before him. His eyes, usually so sharp and vigilant on the battlefield, softened until they were thick with a profound reverence. He watched the way your long hair fell over your shoulder, framing the gentle, fierce love on your face as you cradled his son. He watched how comfortably Nevan fit against your chest, completely protected from the harsh, violent world outside these walls.

He thought about all the days he missed, the quiet days you and Nevan spent together just like this, and a wave of emotion hit him squarely in the chest, so overwhelming and pure it made his throat tighten. Suddenly, his whole world shrank down to just this sight of you humming in the golden light, with his son safe in your arms, and a fierce, blinding clarity washed over him.

Nevan shifted, his little ear twitching as he caught the faint rustle of Neteyam’s movements. The boy's head snapped toward the entrance, his eyes lighting up. “Papa!”

You blinked, breaking out of your peaceful daze, and turned your head to see him just standing there.

Neteyam offered you a soft, utterly devastating smile, the last remnants of his exhaustion melting completely off his features. He stepped into the alcove, immediately welcomed by Nevan’s insistent chirping.

“Papa! Papa, look!” Nevan babbled, squirming in your grip so he could proudly point his purple-stained finger at the piece of wood. “Mama and me made... a pa'li! A big, big one! See the long neck? Like a real one? It eats through the big trees!”

Neteyam let out a low, rumbling chuckle before leaning back to press a kiss on Nevan’s head before his large hand came down to cup it, his thumb gently smoothing back the boy's twitching ear. “Wow, doesn’t this look fiercer than Agre, Mama? Papa has an own pa’li back in the forest... Mama and I loved going for a ride. One day soon, we’ll go see him,” he told Nevan, the little boy’s eyes perpetually twinkling. “Tell me more about this masterpiece.” Neteyam comfortably sat down near you.

“I— I... I didn't drown the wood!” Nevan continued eagerly, his hands gesturing wildly, completely unbothered by the purple juice drying on his skin. “Mama said do it gently. Like a hunter when you hunt the big yerik, Papa!”

As Nevan kept rambling, acting out the hunt with tiny, dramatic lunges of his hands, Neteyam’s gaze slowly drifted up from your son to meet yours. His hand slid from Nevan's head to rest against your jaw, his thumb caressing your cheekbone with a tender, heavy pressure. He was looking at you as if you had personally handed him the stars and the silence between you filled with a shared devotion for the beautiful, bubbly life you had created together.

You leaned into his palm, tilting your head up to press a soft kiss into the center of his hand. Neteyam’s smile widened, his heart hammering a heavy rhythm against his chest. You are his whole world. The little hands holding his braids right now holds his entire world. And he couldn’t believe he lost sight of that.

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“Please come! The river is very big today, Mama!” Nevan pleaded one afternoon, tugging furiously at your hand while Neteyam stood by the doorway, holding a woven utility basket.

“I have to finish mending these, Nevan,” you replied gently, gesturing to the tangled fibers in your lap.

Before you could even protest further, Neteyam walked over and effortlessly scooped you up from the floor, basket and all, setting you firmly on your feet. He took the fibers from your hands and tossed it onto the shelf.

“These can wait,” Neteyam said, his golden eyes dancing with a mischievous spark. “The commander orders a family excursion to the falls. No exceptions.”

Your lips parted for a moment, curling into a smile of disbelief. “You cannot use your commander voice on me, Neteyam te Suli. I do not report to your vanguard.”

“No,” he whispered, leaning down so his warm breath brushed against the shell of your ear, sending a sudden, electric shiver straight down your spine. “You are the only one I report to.”

You rolled your eyes, still smiling as you let your shrieking son drag you out of the hut, but your eyes lingered on Neteyam as you walked past, glinting with a mischievous light he hasn’t seen in over a year, but it vanished as quickly as it appeared that he decided he had just conjured it.

At the river, you waded in the shallow waters, watching Neteyam teach Nevan how to float on his back, the air cool and misted with the spray of the waterfalls cascading down the upper terraces. Your son splashed his little feet wildly, creating cute splashes that made Neteyam chuckle.

“You need to calm down, son. Make your body light... Think you can remain unmoving for a few seconds?” Neteyam asked, and you watched your son look up at his father with twinkling eyes.

“I can! Watch, Mama!” Nevan said proudly.

Neteyam slipped his large hands under Nevan’s small back, gently lifting him until the boy lay flat on the water's surface. “Relax your shoulders, Nevan. Look up at the sky, not at your feet,” Neteyam instructed, his voice low and soothing.

Nevan stiffened at first, his tail twitching underwater, causing him to sink immediately with a loud gasp and a splash. Neteyam caught him instantly, pulling him up with a warm laugh.

“Again, son. You must trust the water... and Papa. I won’t let you go.”

It took a few more tries. On the second attempt, Nevan held his breath too hard and tipped sideways. On the third, a stray splash hit his nose, making him sneeze and sink. But by the fourth try, you saw a quiet determination take over your son’s eyes, much like the one you often see in Neteyam’s eyes, as he took a deep breath and relaxed his tiny frame, letting the river hold him. Neteyam slowly lowered his hands away. Nevan was floating all on his own, his ears twitching in delight.

“I'm doing it? Mama, look!” Nevan squealed, the sudden movement breaking his balance and sending him plunging back into the water.

Your eyes widened, but he surfaced sputtering and giggling, and you couldn't help but laugh, too. Neteyam caught him, knowing he couldn’t really swim on his own yet. You waded closer to them and Nevan reached for you, his little arms wrapping around your neck. Neteyam grinned at you, his large hand cradling his son’s head.

“Let’s see you do it again, boy,” you grinned at him and Nevan splashed his hand in the water excitedly. You laughed, peering up at Neteyam, “He’s like one of those Terran toys Norm used to show us before.”

He tilted his head, “Robots?”

You chuckled, “No? Those stuff with a string you pull... And then it does something,” you said, helping your son lay flat on the water.

“Pull string toy? That one that talks?” he asked, already laughing.

You nodded, laughing with him as you turned to your son who is now relaxing his little body and letting the water carry him. You slowly let go of him, allowing him to float on his on.

“Calm down, Nevan... Mama will do it, too,” you mumbled, slowly letting yourself fall backward into the cool water, perfectly buoyant.

Neteyam grinned, dropping down right beside Nevan, his long limbs stretching out effortlessly. The three of you drifted together in the shallow waters, staring up at the canopy. Nevan let out a bright, bubbling laugh at the ticklish sensation of the water rushing past his ears, and the sound was so infectious that you and Neteyam burst out laughing too, your voices echoing alongside the waterfalls

The river soon became the site for your family’s almost daily bondings.

Nevan learned to swim in no time, but you still cautioned him against going to the river to swim on his own. Your son might be bigger than average kids his age, but he was still only two, and you worried he would run off to the river unsupervised.

Nevan splashed wildly in the shallow pools divided by smooth stones from the body of the river, chasing after the tiny, bioluminescent fish that darted beneath the surface. You sat on a smooth rock at the edge, watching him with a soft, content smile as you prepared the food for lunch. Nearby, Neteyam moved through the water with a fluid grace that vividly reminded you of his younger self, when he worked so hard to master his stealth as a hunter.

He was a good hunter, and an even better warrior.

He had been so skilled back then that he was grouped with older, more experienced warriors because he always seemed to know what to do. His parents took pride in how he outdid Jake in everything at an even younger age; there was no doubt at all that he would make a great Olo’eyktan. He was the golden heir who had bent his back to the crushing weight of his people’s expectations, carrying it all without a word of complaint.

And he had exceeded all of it, right up until the day he decided to leave everything behind to show you that he’s choosing you.

The thought settled heavily in your chest. You love him so much. Not once, even during the bitterest moons of your separation when you felt hollowed out by his neglect, had you stopped loving him. You had loved him as a wide-eyed child visiting Hometree and chasing him through the roots, you had loved him as a fiercely protective teenager, and you loved him now, as a woman who had given him a son.

But as you watched him move with a breeze of a warrior he will always be, a sudden, sharp ache of guilt pierced your heart.

You had taken him away from what he spent his whole life preparing for.

You were supposed to love every piece of him, just as he loved everything about you. Yet, when the war demanded too much of the man you loved your whole life, you had given up on the warrior entirely. You had forced him into an ultimatum between his duty to the people and his duty to his heart.

This realization plagued your mind for the days that followed. You watched him closely, searching for any flicker of resentment, any lingering gaze toward the horizon where the sky people’s metal birds still flew. But you found nothing. He looked entirely settled, his focus anchored completely on you, on Nevan, and within the confines of your family's hut.

In fact, the only thing that seemed to break his hard-earned peace was the occasional appearance of Maytel.

By midday, you were back on the platform, organizing a fresh basket of weaving fibers. Nevan and Neteyam had just climbed the ramp, returning from a short trek to gather wild spices for your recipe.

Neteyam had barely stepped onto the wood before his golden eyes laser-focused on Maytel, who was currently standing across from you, chatting about the latest village gossip. Under normal circumstances, the sheer intensity of Neteyam’s possessive glare would have made you stifle a laugh. But because you’ve spent days with the weight of your thoughts about him made the humor fade.

Maytel giggled at you, “You never did tell me anything, syulang! It’s been moons! With the way your husband looks at you, I was thinking you’d be round with child but now, but, oh well! You’re too slow,” he rolled his eyes, handing you the small, securely wrapped clay dish.

“Shut up,” you whispered, watching Neteyam and Nevan approach.

“Uncle Maytel!” Nevan excitedly greeted, waving a hand and skipping excitedly.

“I brought over some berry pie I baked this morning. I know how much you like this, little boy.”

Nevan peered up at him happily, his eyes twinkling as his hands clasped. “Thank you, Uncle!”

“Thank you again, Maytel,”  you said smoothly.

Maytel straightened himsef up himself gracefully, his eyes darting toward Neteyam’s rigid frame. “Well, I must be off. I have a date with a certain long-armed hunter down by the shallow banks, and if I keep him waiting, he might snap another bow string out of pure despair.”

He gave you a dramatic wink, but Neteyam’s expression remained entirely hard, calculating, and intensely territorial. He stood frozen until Maytel’s silhouette finally disappeared down the main walkway.

“Mama! Look at the big leaf I found!” Nevan babbled, showing it to you.

You examined it with great curiosity, admiring its beautiful patterns. “The patterns looks like the canopy at Hometree, son,” you smiled at him.

“Wow...” Nevan looked down at his leaf with wonder before scrambling past his father’s legs and running into the hut to add the leaf among his toys.

With the platform suddenly empty, you stood up and crossed the small distance between you and your husband. For the first time since he had arrived moons ago, you stepped directly into his space, your hands coming to rest flat against the warm skin of his chest where you immediately felt the heavy thudding of his heart beneath your palms.

Before he could speak, you slid your hands up to his shoulders, tilted your chin up, and pulled him down into a deep, lingering kiss.

Neteyam froze, his breath catching sharply in his throat. He looked utterly stunned, his ears twitching back in absolute surprise before the instinctual hunger took over. His large hands came up to grip your waist, anchoring you against him as he kissed you back with a sudden, dark intensity that sent a wave of heat straight to your core.

When you finally pulled away, your lips were tingling, and his golden eyes had darkened with something different.

You let out a dramatic, teasing sigh, a faint smile breaking through the serious fog of your mind. “They always told me my husband possessed the keen eyes of a viperwolf... but it has been moons, my love, and you still haven't caught on.”

Neteyam blinked, his forehead furrowing in confusion. “What?”

You let out a soft giggle, your fingers tracing the strong line of his collarbone. “Maytel just said he has a date with his hunter, Neteyam. He is trying to get on with a man, not with your wife.”

A sudden, staggering silence fell over him, his mouth opening slightly, his ears lifting as the pieces finally clicked together. You chuckled as you watched the fearsome commander of the resistance suddenly looked incredibly flustered, a violet flush creeping along his neck.

“He... with a hunter?” Neteyam muttered, clearing his throat roughly.

“Yes,” you laughed softly, leaning your head against his chest. "There was never any reason for you to be jealous, ‘teyam. I never looked at another while I was away from you. How can I possibly ever replace you? Even when I was trying my hardest to act like I didn't care, I would never betray you like that.”

Neteyam’s gaze softened, his large hands smoothing down your back, pressing you closer to his warmth. “I know that, baby,” he whispered, his voice rough. “Not once did I ever doubt your faithfulness to me. It was... the men I did not trust. But... I suppose I should thank Maytel. Not just for watching over you and Nevan when I was too blind to be here, but because the mere threat of him made me straighten myself up.”

You smiled, looking at the scars on his chest. “Well... about that. Maytel was never a threat, you see. It is just... you left the vanguard for this. You left everything you worked hard for—”

“No,” Neteyam interrupted firmly, his forehead furrowing as he caught your chin, forcing you to meet his eyes. “Do not think that. I did not leave the vanguard simply because I was jealous, I left because I was terrified of losing you completely. I have missed so much of our son’s life, yawne. I didn't even know how to make up for all the time I lost. I will carry the regret of that lost time for a very long time...”

A wave of emotion rose in your throat, making your lower lip tremble a little. “I was so hurt during those moons, Neteyam... but I wallowed so deeply in my own pain that I failed to see how hard you were struggling, too. You were keeping up with the two lives you were living, carrying the future of this world on your shoulders, and instead of being there to be the support you needed... I walked away. I left you alone, Neteyam—”

“Don't,” Neteyam commanded softly, his thumb sweeping across your cheek to cut off your words. “Don't you ever blame yourself, or think your choices were wrong. Baby, I wasn't keeping up with my lives. I was living fully as a warrior, entirely forgetting that I had a wife and a child who needed me to be a man, not just a leader. I was a terrible husband. I was a failure of a father. Do not deny that.”

He leaned down, pressing his forehead against yours, his breath shaky.

“Your decision to walk away did me a favor, baby. I was too blinded by my duty. Who knows what would have happened if you hadn't put me in my place early on, if I had kept believing that everything was perfect while you were breaking in the dark?”

You stared at him, your throat tight, unable to find an argument. Slowly, you wrapped your arms around his neck. “Then let us settle it,” you murmured. “We both made mistakes. I should have spoken to you clearly instead of expecting you to know exactly what you were doing wrong... And you should have remembered that the war isn't the only thing worth fighting for.”

He breathed a huff of relief. “I am so scared, baby... I cannot lose you. You are half of me,” he whispered.

“I forgive you, Neteyam...” you mumbled, pressing a soft kiss against his lips.

He was quick to shake his head, looking almost angered. “I don’t want you to forgive me. I will not accept that. I want to remember this moment in our lives when I have let you and our son down. I would sacrifice and leave behind everything just to make sure this won’t happen again.”

You smiled. “Then I supposed I shouldn’t ask for forgiveness, too, for my selfishness—”

“You are not selfish and I have nothing to forgive,” he countered fiercely. “You only wanted what’s good for you and for our son, I’m glad you made that your priority. Can you imagine what younger me would have thought of me now? He would beat me up, baby, I’m willing to bet...” he pressed his forehead against yours.

Both your hands came up to hold his jaw. “We are allowed to make mistakes, my love... Both of us are still learning. What’s important is that even with what was happening between us, we were still good parents to Nevan.”

He smiled, his eyes lighting up at the mention of his son. “He’s a very resilient boy, my love... It makes me even more guilty that he just... loves me very much despite my absence.”

Your brows furrowed a little even as you smiled softly. “I guess Nevan is just a reflection of my heart. He’s a part of me, too, and every part of me loves you very much,” you caressed his jaw, pressing a soft kiss in his lips.

“I love you more. I love you so much,” he whispered against your lips, before he delivered a harder, more desperate kiss. It was a release of all the months of unspoken grief, longing, and the lingering heat that had built up between you. Neteyam groaned deep in his throat, his grip on your waist tightening until your breaths mixed into one frantic rhythm.

“Oh, Great Mother!”

The loud, dramatic gasp broke the air, making you pull away from Neteyam in an instant, breathless and flushed, only to see Maytel standing at the edge of the platform, his eyes wide with a look of pure, devious glee. He had caught you both completely red-handed, and you could practically see the chaotic, mischievous gears turning in his head.

“I’m so sorry to interrupt this moment, syulang, Neteyam... Well, I forgot my weaving shuttle... Just coming back for it...” he carefully tiptoed before getting what he came here for. “Got it!”

Maytel sneaked a smirk at you, his tail swishing with absolute triumph. Before you could hiss at him, Nevan bounded out of the hut, his little ears perking up at the sound of Maytel's voice. “Uncle Maytel! You came back?”

“I did, little star,” Maytel grinned, kneeling down to Nevan’s level while deliberately keeping his eyes locked on your flustered expression. “In fact, I am on my way up to the upper terraces to visit your grandparents. Would you like to come with me and help me pick some wild ferns?”

“Yes!” Nevan answered way too quickly. “Mama, Papa, can I go?” Nevan squealed, bouncing on his heels as he looked up at you and Neteyam.

Neteyam, still entirely dazed by the intensity of the kiss and thoroughly eager to get you back into the privacy of the hut, patted his son's head, nodded wordlessly.

Maytel giggled. “And I guess you will stay there until tomorrow, little boy...” he threw you an incredibly wicked wink. You're welcome, his eyes screamed.

“Bye, Mama! Bye, Papa!” Nevan cheered, snatching Maytel’s hand and dragging him down the ramp.

You stood on the platform, your face burning a violent shade of purple, completely aware of the heavy, dark promise in Neteyam’s gaze as he slowly turned his massive body back toward you. The platform was entirely quiet, your son was snatched away by Maytel, and the commander seemed very ready to claim a year-worth of action from you.

You bit your lip as you sensed his body turn toward you, making the air feel heavier with the thick tension you know will have you inevitably under him before the day ends. You finally turned to him when he stepped forward, his shadow falling over you, his broad chest rising and falling in deep breaths, his eyes dark as he tracked the soft features of your face, the flush your collarbone, the swell of your breasts, and the curves of your waist down to your shapely thighs.

“See you inside?” you said in a small, seductive voice, stepping backward with your eyes locked onto his while you were retreating into the hut. Neteyam followed you like a predator stalking a familiar territory. He stopped at the edge of your sleeping alcove, his tall frame blocking out the fire from the hanging firepot, casting you entirely in his shadow.

With a slow, challenging smile, your hands came up to the knot of your top, holding his unblinking gaze as your fingers untied the cords, letting the feather-like fibers slip until it pooled at your feet.

You followed it by untying your loincloth behind you, shedding it off until you stood before him entirely bare, the soft dim light catching the gentle curves of your body. You knew exactly what you looked like to him. Completely vulnerable, yet entirely in control of his sanity.

Neteyam let out a low, ragged growl through his teeth, his knuckles turning white as he gripped the edge of the wooden partition. His chest expanded, his nostrils flaring as he took in the sight of you. You looked so innocent standing in the quiet of your home, yet the mischievous, heavy heat in your eyes was pure sin.

“Do you mean to torture me, baby?“ he rasped, his voice deep and rough as his hand grabbed his crotch to give his aching hard on a squeeze.

“Torture?” you echoed innocently. “Who says you can’t touch, warrior?”

He blinked, as if it took time before he realized what you said. He stepped into the alcove, his eyes never leaving you, his hand aggressively shedding his loincloth off, as he walked toward you. You opened your mouth to tease him, but before you could do that, his large hands were already on you, his grip firm as he lifted you effortlessly and pressed you back onto the soft furs of the sleeping mat.

You reached for your kuru behind you, biting your lip when his calloused hands parted your thighs with an authoritative, heavy pressure to fit himself between them. You relished the familiar weight of him on you, the warmth and heaviness of his cock grazing your thigh. “Hello,” you mumbled, smiling as you caught his kuru that he let fall over his shoulder.

He watched you darkly, his hand prompting your hands to connect your kurus together. You gasped as the burning intensity of his emotions that surged through you, enveloping your soul with a familiar warmth you’ve never felt in almost a year. You breathlessly pulled him down for a kiss and his mouth enveloped yours right away, swallowing your breaths, kissing you hard and desperately. His arm wrapped around your frame to pull you against him until your soft mounds were squished against his chest, his large hand cupping your jaw.

You kissed and kissed, and you were reminded with just how much you loved kissing him. When you two were younger, making out with each other had been your favorite thing to do. Every lovemaking starts with what seemed like hours of making out sessions, and this moment brought you back. You licked at his lower lip and kissed him with more ferocity than you had earlier, moaning against his lips as your hands roamed the hard planes of his body.

When you pulled away to breathe, his lips found your jaw, leaving burning kisses until he reached your neck. He licked and nipped at your skin, his hand now coming down to your breast to knead and fondle, before his lips followed, filling his mouth with your flesh as he suckled on your pebbled tip.

“Oh, baby...” you cradled his head, your hand grabbing a fistful of his hair.

His kisses slid down your body, his lips kissing every inch of your skin reverently until his face reach between your leg, his hot breath brushing your slick center. You bit your lip as he kissed the soft flesh of your inner thighs, his lips wet as it sucked a bit of your flesh into his mouth before it trailed down to bury his face between your thighs. Your breath hitched in your throat when his tongue swiped upward in one long stroke.

He suckled on your sensitive nub and you shrieked when he playfully nipped down on it, your hands instantly flying into his thick braids as your hips bucked violently off the mat. The sharp, electric heat hit your sensitive nub, and Neteyam hummed a low, vibrating sound of pure satisfaction against your skin as he felt you tremble. He used his tongue relentlessly, sucking and lapping at you until your breath came in ragged, broken sobs.

Desperate for the weight of him, you tilted your pelvis upward, grinding against his mouth, begging for more. Normally, he’d insert his tongue in you, and you can’t understand why he’s being greedy with his tongue now. He paused, lifting his head just enough to look up your body, his lips glistening in the dim light. He let out a low chuckle, kissing the soft, sensitive skin of your inner thigh.

“Baby, I know you love it... but I won't put my tongue in, hm? My cock will be jealous. Your best friend hasn’t been in you for a year... you see, he hadn’t known a life like that since I was seventeen.”

You groaned loudly, throwing your head back against the furs as the teasing drove you mad. You kicked his chest lightly with your heel, though it lacked any real force. “Then fuck me already! What are you waiting for?”

Neteyam caught your ankle instantly, his grip tightening as he pulled your leg over his broad shoulder. He nipped fiercely at the tender skin near your knee, making you gasp. “So bossy,” he drawled, a wicked spark returning to his eyes. “Just for that, I’d add another thirty minutes to this...”

“Neteyam, please...” you whined.

“Give me one more, baby... I am so parched,” he said dramatically, his handsome face pulling into a mock pout before his mouth came down onto your pussy again.

He didn't give you a chance to protest. He lifted your hips high off the mat, wrapping his powerful arms beneath your thighs, draping your legs completely over his broad shoulders, before burying his face deep between your legs, using the rumbling vibrations of his voice and the flat of his tongue to drive you over the edge. The pressure on your swollen, sensitive flesh was too much, that within seconds, a violent wave tore through you, making you scream his name into the empty hut as your muscles clamped tightly around his mouth.

He held you through the tremors, lapping at your release until you were thoroughly cleaned. He eased you back onto the furs, your eyes closed, completely whited out by the intensity of your recent climax. Your skin was slick with sweat, your long hair sticking to your neck, but Neteyam only seemed to burn hotter at the sight.

You felt the heavy weight of his body settle over yours, his warm mouth moving down to claim your breast, his large hand firmly pressing your knees wider.

“Eyes,” he commanded, his voice dropping into that soft, unyielding tone he only ever used on you.

“I'm so spent...” you breathed, your eyelids fluttering as you weakly pressed a hand against his muscular chest, trying to find your breath.

Neteyam chuckled, a deep sound that vibrated straight into your bones. He kissed the tight line of your jaw before capturing your mouth in a bruising kiss. “You practically kept me in a cage, woman...” he drawled against your lips, his hard length pressing demandingly against your aching center. “And now, you’ve let me loose...”

Your eyes flickered completely open, staring up into the golden fire of his gaze. You pushed your lips forward, leaning into him, and you watched him hold his breath as he realized you were completely his.

“Fuck, I missed you so much, baby...” he whispered, his thumb caressing your slippery folds before he gathered your wetness.

You watched him lather your wetness on his throbbing length as its wide tip nudged your entrance, and with one heavy, agonizingly slow thrust, he slid inside you. Neteyam let out a ragged, guttural groan deep in his throat, his arm snaking behind your waist to pull you up as he buried himself to the hilt, earning a pleasured cry from you.

He froze for a second, his head burying into the crook of your neck as his entire body shuddered, absorbing the intense, tight heat of your walls clamping around him. “Fuck, you're so tight, baby...” he choked out, his breath scalding against your skin.

Before you could fully catch your breath, he lifted himself back up on his hands, his golden eyes finding yours again, refusing to let you look away. Slowly, he began to move. He pulled nearly all the way out, letting you feel every ridges of his length, before driving back in forcefully, making you whimper. Your head rolled back against the furs as your back arched.

His hand instantly came up to cup your jaw, his fingers firm but gentle as he guided your face back to his. “No, look at me,” he commanded, his breath hitching as he started moving.

You bit your lip, but your pleasured whimpers find their way out of your mouth as his large hand caged your jaw to make sure you won’t look away from him as his pace picked up. Your moans grew louder when his thrusts turned deeper and harder, striking the very center of your pleasure. Your breaths came in jagged huffs, mixing alongside your cries and his deep groans.

“Fuck, baby...” he moaned, his eyes closing for a moment.

You pressed a palm against his chest. “Open your eyes,” you commanded, pushing him back a little. “Watch yourself take me.”

He groaned, a huff of weakened and humored laugh escaping through his nose as he lifted himself on his hands, looking down at you with eyes filled of unadulterated hunger. His humor died in his throat the moment he saw the look in your eyes. He was the commander, yes, but right here, pinned beneath the weight of your gaze, he was entirely at your mercy.

“You like to play the general now, do you?” he rasped, his voice dropping into a dangerous register that sent a violent shiver straight down your spine.

His large hand slid from your jaw, his fingers tangling tightly into the hair at the back of your head, anchoring you firmly to the furs. With his other hand bracing his massive weight over you, he delivered a frantic, brutal, and deep pace into you. You stared up at him, your chest heaving as your breaths came in ragged, desperate gasps. You watched the way the veins in his neck strained, the way his jaw clenched so hard the muscles jumped, and the sheer worship bleeding from his eyes.

He was completely undone, sweating and growling like a wild creature, stripped of all his rigid discipline until there was nothing left but his love for you.

The friction was driving you insane that you were literally reduced to a moaning, crying mess under him as your hips began to meet his every thrust instinctively, the coil of heat in your lower stomach tightening to a breaking point.

“I love you so much...” he moaned.

“Oh, baby... ‘teyam, I am so close, I can't—” you wept, your hips twitching away from his relentless thrusts but you only seemed to burn even more when his hand grabbed your waist to keep you in place.

“No, stay with me,” he rasped, his grip on your hair tightening just enough to keep you grounded. He picked up the speed, his movements becoming a blur of friction as he drove himself into you so hard that the entire world shrank down to your pussy. “Look at me when you break, baby. Give it to me.”

You couldn't hold it anymore. With one final deep plunge, the dam broke in a violent, white-hot explosion of pleasure rippling through your core, your walls seizing and pulsing around his girth. You cried his name, your eyes squeezing closed as your climax tore through you. Meanwhile, the tight clench you’re holding him with was the final blow to his restraint.

Neteyam let out a low groan as he threw his head back, burying himself to the absolute hilt, pouring his heat deep inside you while his body shuddered violently against yours. He collapsed over you a moment later, his frame curling a little so he could fit himself in your smaller frame, his face buried in the valley between your breasts.

His breath scalded your skin before his mouth moved to kiss your skin. He stayed buried deep inside you, his long arms wrapping securely around your waist, holding you so close it felt like he wanted to press his very soul into yours. You cradled his head, your other hand squeezing his shoulder when he sucked on your pebbled tip hard.

You groaned, “What about rest?” you mumbled.

He lifted his head. “Rest?” he raised a brow as if that was a foreign word.

You pushed your lips forward. “See, I was... undisturbed for moons, Neteyam. I think my stamina needed practicing,” you mumbled.

He smirked. “Now might be the best time for practice.”

You bit your lip, your hand cupping his nape to kiss him. “On the side note... You’re right,” you squeezed around him. “I miss you very much.”

He smiled, his lips coming down on yours. The hours dissolved into the shadows of the hut. The clan had grown quiet as the night went on, but neither of you noticed as though the world outside your hut didn't exist. There was only the rhythmic, heavy slap of skin against skin, his low, breathless groans, and your desperate cries of his name echoing in the quiet room.

By the time the bioluminescence outside began to glow with the midnight moons, the frantic heat had finally settled into a soft, exhausted warmth. You lay on top of him, your chin sitting on his chest as his arms wrapped securely around your waist. You were tracing the smooth, familiar lines of his chest, your breathing finally matching his steady rhythm.

Suddenly, a loud, deep rumble echoed through the quiet space.

You blinked, a bit dazed and Neteyam let out a low, amused chuckle. You pouted, pushing yourself up a little, his large hand slid down to caress the soft, slightly damp skin of your flat belly.

“Fuck, I forgot dinner,” he said, his eyes widening a little.

You blinked, lazy, satisfied smile spreading across your face. “Huh... I strangely feel full.”

Neteyam’s hand paused on your stomach, his fingers rubbing a warm, slow circle over your skin as a knowing, utterly devastating chuckle escaped him. He leaned over, pressing a sweet, lingering kiss to your lips.

“I sure hope so,” he grinned, his golden eyes flashing with a playful, wicked heat. “But let’s feed you first, my love. I’m not done with you yet.” He reluctantly sit up, lifting you up a little by your waist and gently plopping you down the furs with a hard kiss on your lips. “Don’t get up.”

He came back with the dinner you had prepared earlier and Maytel’s berry pie, both of which you devoured, occasionally feeding each other small bites while sitting cross-legged on the floor, unashamed of your nakedness. The moment the last of the food was cleared, Neteyam didn't give you a chance to think about cleaning up.

He moved to clean it all away quickly. True to his word, he wasn't done with you. The lovemaking that followed was slower and sweeter, full of whispers and quiet giggling. By the time you two settled back into a soft, exhausted warmth, you lay tucked against his side, your cheek pressed flat against his muscled chest, listening to the steady thudding of his heart while his long arm wrapped around you, anchoring you to him.

You stared into the soft darkness, tracing a light circle over his chest. “What do you think about going back to High Camp?” you asked softly.

Neteyam stiffened instantly beside you, his breath hitching before his eyes snapped down to look at you, wide and suddenly laced with absolute horror. “Baby, surely you are not kicking me back to High Camp?” he asked, his voice rough and panicked. “We have just reconciled. I want to stay. I am staying. I will never leave again. Besides... what if you get pregnant and I am not here?”

The sheer dread in his tone made you stifle a smile, but a soft chuckle eventually escaped you. You shifted, resting your chin on his chest so you could look at him properly. “I will be with you. Me and Nevan... we will all go back to High Camp together. What do you think of that?”

Neteyam blinked, entirely caught off guard, his ears twitching in confusion. “I... I don't know,” he murmured softly, his hand coming up to gently smooth down your hair. “You are safer here, baby. You and Nevan. And I don’t want to be away from you ever again...”

A sudden wave of warmth made your eyes tear up. “That is why we are coming,“ you whispered, your voice thick with emotion. “You will never be apart from me again. From us. But... that doesn't mean you have to stop doing what you worked your entire life to prepare for,” you stared at him, “I fell in love with a warrior, Neteyam. I mated with a warrior. You are a leader to the people, and I shouldn't have made you choose between your duty to them and your duty to your heart. I meant what I said earlier, baby. We are all learning. I will always be here to support you now, and I will never leave your side. So... I think we should go back. But only if you want it.”

Neteyam stared at you, his own eyes growing misty in the dark. The crushing weight he had carried seemed to fully lift, replaced by a profound peace. Without a word, he pulled you up by your waist, bringing your lips down to his in a deep kiss that tasted of absolute gratitude and a love that grew even deeper and larger.

The next say, Maytel returned your son the moment the morning sun broke over the terraces. His teasing, knowing eyes were incredibly annoying as he took in your flushed skin and Neteyam’s completely relaxed posture, but you chose to ignore his smirks, focusing instead on your son who was as bubbly as ever, practically throwing his little body into your arms, eager to tell you everything about sleeping at his grandparents’ as if it was a vacation.

While you held Nevan, Neteyam stepped forward, his expression serious but entirely respectful. “Maytel,” he said, his voice deep. “Can we talk for a moment?”

Surprised, Maytel’s smirk faltered, his eyes darting quickly to you. You offered him a warm, reassuring nod and a smile, letting him know it was for something good. The two stepped outside onto the platform, and though you couldn't hear the words, you watched as Neteyam clasped Maytel's shoulder in a gesture of gratitude.

Once the air was fully cleared, Maytel left with a promise of more pie for your son, who had just discovered that his parents completely finished off the pie Maytel brought yesterday.

“What would you like for breakfast, my little sun?” Neteyam asked, playfully tickling Nevan’s belly.

Nevan giggled, patting it as his chest puffed proudly. “I ate many smoked fish and... and kelp soup!”

You watched Neteyam chuckle, feigning surprise for his son’s entertainment. “Oh! You already ate, huh? No wonder your belly’s so rooound.” Neteyam bent down a little to blow air into Nevan’s belly, sending your son into a fit of giggles as he threw his head back in laughter.

You leaned your cheek against your son’s small arm, looking at Neteyam as you sat down on the mats of your receiving area. “Nevan,” you smiled, smoothing his little ear back. “How would you like to go on an adventure? We are flying back to Grandma and Grandpa.”

Nevan’s eyes went completely wide, his little tail swishing frantically against your leg. “To see the big ikrans? With Papa?” he squealed, jumping straight into Neteyam’s arms and hugging his neck tightly.

Neteyam melted against his son, his eyes crinkling with absolute adoration that made your smile grow wider. Later that night, you trekked up to your parents’ hut to bring a pie you made and to discuss with them your plans to go back to High Camp. Neteyam took his time sincerely apologizing to your parents who kindly dismissed his apology, gently reminding him that your forgiveness was the only kind that mattered and it clearly seemed like you had given it.

The flight back to High Camp was long and carefully calculated. Neteyam took no chances with your and Nevan’s safety, choosing to fly his ikran yards ahead of yours, scouting the valleys first, taking a much longer, winding route to completely avoid the coordinates he knew were patrolled by the RDA.

When your ikrans finally landed on the rocky ledges of High Camp where you were welcomed back with a small, joyous celebration. Jake and Neytiri were the first to embrace you, their eyes shining with relief to see their eldest son whole again, while the council looked on with relief to have Neteyam back into the fold.

But the moons he spent just learning the rhythm of the world with you and Nevan seemed to have ingrained themselves deeper than his warrior routines. Now, he couldn’t leave the hut without sharing breakfast with you, his large hands gently guiding his son’s tiny fingers over his food to teach him how to eat on his own before heading out to the scouting decks.

Then, he would return at midday to spend the eclipse with you, helping put Nevan down for a nap before heading back out to coordinate the perimeters. By the time the sun dipped below the horizon, he was home for the night, stripping off his weapons and warrior gear to belong entirely to you.

He still couldn’t believe how stupid he had been. Even though you had forgiven him, insisting that you both made mistakes because you were still just learning, he believed he should have known better. Now that he was able to manage both of his lives so seamlessly, he couldn't understand how he had let the war consume him so completely before, letting years pass making you feel neglected and thinking he had chosen his duty over you, his heart.

There are nights though, where the weight of his duty still clawed at his shoulders. After an armed encounter with the RDA during his patrols, he still tried to come home as early as possible, his body rigid and vibrating with tension. You had already blew the firelight dimmed by the time he arrived from the council, his movements hurried and when he saw that Nevan was already asleep in his hammock, you saw his shoulders slumped, his face crumpling in controlled distress.

You stood up, welcoming him to help bim remove his cummerbund and weapons, hanging them on a rack. “Has he been asleep long?”

“Only because he played too much with the other kids earlier,” you told him, chuckling as your hands caressed his shoulders. “He could barely eat his dinner, his eyelids were already drooping.”

He looked down at his son, his large caressing the boy’s head. “I’m sorry, I came home late...” he mumbled.

You bit your lip. “Neteyam...” you hugged him from the side, kissing his shoulder, feeling the tension in them soften a bit. “I heard of the encounter. Tell me what happened...”

Your hands gently worked through the knots in his shoulders as he spoke, his voice dropping into that low, tense cadence. “The skirmishes have escalated, baby,” Neteyam muttered, his jaw tightening as he stared blankly at his hands. “It’s only been three moons since we came back, and the RDA patrols are pushing further into the southern valley. Earlier, they nearly pinned my scouts against the ridge. I almost called in a full air strike, but the canopy was too thick. I had to pull them back. Lo’ak thinks we should ambush their next supply line there, but... the risk is too high.”

You stopped massaging his shoulders and shifted, angling your head so he had to look at you. “You did the right thing by pulling back,” you said softly. “If there’s one thing I’ve learned from you in all the years I’ve known you is that you are not impulsive. You are not a warrior who wants only victory. I think... they are baiting you and they are expecting an ambush on their supply line. Eywa has given us enough to fight the demons, ‘teyam. Perhaps you could change your flight paths, lead them toward the weeping bogs where their heavy metal suits can't tread. Let the forest do the fighting for you.”

Neteyam blinked, a sudden, quiet clarity washing over his stressed features. He let out a long breath through his nose, his lips parting as a humored, thoroughly impressed smile broke through his tension. “See, this is why I’m not performing well in the moons you were not with me...” he pulled you for a kiss.

You smiled, “And that’s completely my fault, I think,” you whispered. “Mind if I make up for it?”

His eyes narrowed a little as you slowly sank to your knees in front of him. His breath hitched in his throat, his hands coming down to rest heavily on your shoulders as your hand moved to his loincloth to palm his hard on, biting your lips when you found him already hard, responding to your show in an instant. You stroke it for a moment before moving the fabric aside to let the thick, throbbing length spring free.

You wrapped your hand around the base of his girth, sliding your palm up to feel the heavy ridges snaking along his length, looking straight up into his eyes, you leaned forward and opened your mouth, sliding your lips over the wide head of his cock. Neteyam let out a low, ragged groan, his knuckles turning white as he gripped on the nearest rack.

You kept an unbroken, intense eye contact as you took him deeper, your throat stretching to accommodate his impressive length, pumping your hand at the base while your mouth worked relentlessly, sucking the sensitive head before sliding all the way down until your nose pressed into his pelvic, the heat of his cock filling your mouth.

“Fuck, baby...” he choked out, his head tossing back for a second before your firm gaze anchored him right back to you.

His large hand came down, caging your jaw to keep your face tilted up toward his. His eyes darkened as he began to move his hips, delivering restrained thrusts straight down your throat. You took every inch of him, your eyes watering slightly from the depth, but you never broke your stare. You sucked harder, swirling your tongue around the ridges, driving him absolutely mad with the tight, wet friction of your mouth.

His breathing turned into frantic, ragged huffs as his thrusts became faster, deeper, completely losing his hard-earned discipline warmth of your mouth. “Fuck, you're so good to me...”

The veins in his neck strained, his jaw clenching as he reached his limit. He delivered three deep plunges into your mouth before his whole body stiffened, his thick, hot release pulsing down your throat. You swallowed every drop of his heavy warmth, your throat moving refusing to pull away even as he pulled you back.

When you slowly slid your mouth off his length with a squelching sound, he shivered, thinking it was over but when you dragged your tongue up to lick him entirely clean from base to tip, your eyes still locked onto his blown-out gaze, his knees buckled.

Neteyam looked entirely undone, his chest heaving as he stared down at you in pure, reverent worship. You licked your lips, smiling at him, while his hands lifted you up effortlessly. His arm wrapped around you, his lips crashing down on your lips at the same time your body landed on the hard planes of his. He groaning as silently against your mouth, his large hand groping your chest down to your waist and hips until it wrapped around the back of your thighs.

He lifted it up and knowing what he wanted, you hooked your arms around his shoulders before wrapping your other leg around him. His hard length was already hardening again against your thigh, and with a swift wipe aside of your loincloth, he drove into you, fucking you with a ferocity that made you feel exactly the tension that was engulfing him the whole day.

You pursed your lips to and buried your face face against the crook of his neck to muffle your pleasured sounds as his fingers dug into your hips, relentlessly moving your over his cock.

“I love you,” he groaned, way louder than he should.

“Neteyam!” you whisper-shouted, your fingers on his scratching.

He chuckled, his head angling to press his lips against your cheek, groaning as muffled as possible, but still letting you know how good he's feeling as your warmth enveloped him tightly. You let out a pleasured huff when he shivered against you, spilling his warm seed inside you, and triggering your own release.

He groaned again, but as silent as he could now, his hand working on the ties of your loincloth behind you, shedding it off you without removing himself from you. He lowered you down on the soft furs, his cock slipping out a little when he removed his own loincloth. He spread your legs wider to slip it back in though, lowering himself to kiss you softly.

Hours later, the frantic heat had settled into a soft, exhausted warmth. You lay tangled together on the messy furs, your head resting on his chest while his arm was around your waist.

“Thank you, my love,” Neteyam murmured into the dark, his fingers gently tracing patterns along your arm.

You let out a soft, sleepy giggle, pressing a light kiss against his bare chest, listening to the steady, peaceful rhythm of his heart. “Someone has to keep the commander grounded.”

The peace in the weeks that followed was a precious, yet stolen gift, because with the encounters along the borders growing increasingly volatile, you knew it would soon reach a tipping point. What began as scattered, desperate shootouts quickly spiraled out of control, and Jake found it better to lead an offensive attack before the demons pushed deeper and harder against the resistance.

So, when Toruk Makto took to the sky once more, High Camp emptied. Neteyam kissed your lips until they were bruised and held Nevan so tightly the boy let out a confused whimper, before taking to the sky on his ikran, his jaw set with the determination of a man fighting to make sure that his children would never know the shadow of a gunship.

While the sky in the distant horizons burned with the smoke of explosions, you remained in the deep caverns of High Camp, sitting among the circle of women, your fingers tightly interwoven with Kiri’s, while Mo’at led the low, rhythmic chanting, praying to the Great Mother for the battle’s success.

Every breath you took felt heavy, not just from the fear for your husband, but from the secret you had yet to tell him. You had known for a few weeks now. You were pregnant.

You chose not to tell him at the height of the planning the offense, wanting him focused entirely on staying alive, but Nevan had practically been manifesting it. Ever since one of his playmates’ mothers had given birth to a tiny, squirming infant, your son had been absolutely obsessed with the concept.

Just days before the warriors marched, Nevan had sat on the mats, badgering you both with endless demands. “Want one of those at home, Mama! To play with!”

Neteyam had just laughed, sweeping the boy up into his powerful arms to cradling him against his broad chest like an infant to distract him. “But you are still our baby, my boy,” Neteyam had teased, his voice thick with affection as he brushed the tip of his nose against Nevan's. “You are always Mama and Papa’s baby.” Nevan had thrown his head back, giggling frantically, completely forgetting about the talk.

Now, clutching your flat stomach in the dim light, you whispered a prayer to Great Mother Eywa to bring that doting their father back to you. Whole and safe. You didn’t realize how much of a pressure it would be to be his wife during a major battle. Even in your distress, you needed to put on a calm facade and show the other women the tranquility that should belong to a wife of a warrior.

Fortunately, even before night fell, Eywa answered your prayers in the thunderous, victorious roars of ikrans echoing through the mountains.

The people had won. The clans Toruk Makto had united once again cleansed Eywa’eveng of the evil the sky people brought upon your world. Tuk roamed around chirping about reports on how the war party blew up Bridgehead, crushing the RDA’s main stronghold and ensuring they won’t bounce back as quickly as they usually should, with Jake leading the talks to force them back to the sky.

High Camp exploded into a frenzy of celebratory flutes and drums as the warriors touched down, their wives and children welcoming them with tears. Through the crowd, you spotted him. Neteyam leaped off his ikran, covered in soot and paint, his braids wild. The moment his eyes found yours through the throng, his fearsome warrior mask completely shattered, walking faster to get to you.

“Papa!” Nevan sprinted toward him and Neteyam caught the boy in his arms, before colliding into you with a force that lifted you off your feet, his massive arms wrapped around your waist, burying his face into the crook of your neck as he breathed in your scent, desperate to replace the stench of burning metal.

“I'm back, baby,” he choked out, his voice rough against your skin.

You held his face, tears streaming down your cheeks as you kissed him desperately. Nevan was already pulling at his father's braids, forcing him away from you, making both of you laugh. Neteyam pressed fierce kisses all over the boy’s face, and you did the same, making Nevan giggle, his neck scrunching in ticklishness.

The celebration for the victory began as night fell, all the torches and firepots were lit, glowing brighter than it ever had before. Even the moons cast down a glow different than the ones you’ve had in the past years, as if they were breathing more peacefully, too.

As the drums beat steadily in the background, Neteyam sat with you at the edge of the gathering, his arm anchoring you to his side while a thoroughly exhausted Nevan curled up asleep against his thigh. Neteyam looked down at his son, a soft, content smile resting on his lips, before his eyes drifted back to you, brimming with an unburdened, quiet adoration.

“We can build anything now,” Neteyam whispered, his large hand lifting to cup your nape, massaging a little. “A real future. Just you, me, and our boy.”

You smiled, your heart hammering a joyful rhythm against your ribs. You took his large hand, slowly guiding it away from yours and placing his wide palm flat against your lower stomach.

Neteyam blinked, looking down at his hand on your belly, then back up at your face. He froze, his ears twitching as he caught the blooming, emotional heat in your eyes.

“Baby...?"” he breathed, his voice suddenly trembling, the fierce commander completely replaced by the image of a stunned, hopeful boy you had grown up with.

“I can’t believe you’re surprised,“ you playfully widened your eyes at him.

He chuckled, and even through that, you saw a tear slipped down his cheek. “Right. Like I wasn’t actively aiming for that.”

You huffed a chuckle through your nose. “Nevan is going to get his wish,” you whispered, “You are going to have to practice cradling another baby very soon, Neteyam.”

A breathless, ecstatic laugh erupted from his chest. He didn't care who was watching; he leaned forward and captured your mouth in a deep, bruising kiss, his large hand trembling where it rested over the new life you were carrying.

“I will be here now. Always. To hear her first laughs, first words, and to watch her first steps...” he mumbled against your lips.

You smiled, your eyes locking onto his. “Her?”