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in which you take care of the horses on gojos big fancy ranch and you catch his eye one day while talking to one of his horses. drama ensues but that’s never been something to stop him. he gets you one very big gift to make up for it all.
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watch it - the little is misleading it’s literally just fluff. gojo is a bit pestering and overbearing but that’s just him. a whole bunch of fluff. slow burn and slow build up. kinda angst but just a little. technically power imbalance bc he’s ur boss but then he’s not so. happy ending
this is me putting my hat into the jjk fic world for the first time ever enjooyyy. ignore any typos and wrong bull riding info plz it’s 5 am
——-
gojo satoru is one name every single bull rider, breeder, owner knows.
he’s cement himself as one of the best in history. certainly the best the past couple of seasons. he has almost a 6th sense for it. always knowing when and where the bull will move. beating them to it every time.
million dollar bull rider. what a nickname to have huh? his white hair doesn’t help, he striking. captivating almost. demanding attention.
he’s a bit cocky with it. he knows he’s the best, and when it really is true you can’t blame him.
you knew who he was before you started working for him. horse people are live stock people by trade. you run in similar circles and you’ve watched seasons when you can.
now you work for the guy at the top of the pack, untouchable for years now.
you’re not really ment to run into him much. you were just hired to take care of his horses. on his big fancy ranch that he’s barely ever at, too busy on beaches you don’t know the name of.
the pro side of bull ridding is its inconspicuous enough to allow him the freedom to go where he wants without cameras in his face, while still getting rich off of it. in exchange for a couple broken bones, and a body that will eventually give up before he does.
you’ve seen him ride. he’s good, real good. million dollar bull rider. thats what he made just last season. showing no signs of even slowing down for a second. he’s earned that nickname.
he gives tickets to his staff every now and again, it’s sweet. you’ve seen him up close doing what he’s best at. the way his body curves just a second before the bull, slim waist twisting and turning, thick thighs clamped down, one hand curved around the rope, other in the air. hips bucking back and forth. you’d be blind to say he wasn’t a sight.
but that isn’t what you’re here for.
it was his on site barn manager that hired you. tall woman that used to be in the racing business, few words and always wearing leather gloves. you like her.
he has a dozen horses split between two fancy barns that could very well fit double. but the stallions he wisely keeps separated. they’re not all that hard to deal with. besides your job is to just make sure they’re taken care of day in and day out. fighting with them is up to the trainers. thank god.
last week, you had the youngest and newest addition try and rear up on you while you turned him out, almost got your face. bastard.
your favorite is an older mare named mystery. she’s all black and sweet as can be to you. always the first to peak her head out of the stall first thing in the morning. though she does hate all the other horses. oh well.
you love your job. sure you have to wake up before the sun, but you love horses. always have, always will. they have something humans don’t. you can’t put your finger on it, an older type of wisdom that lies behind a face that can not tell you its words.
you didn’t grow up with them, got into it later on in life, and now you can’t leave. you go where the horses are. one of these days you’ll save to get your own. not today. but soon. you’ve been itching to ride again.
his team is full of people you can actually count on. about a half dozen people per barn keeps things smooth. he knows how to use his money you’ll give him that. only the best for the horses.
satoru has come around maybe twice since you started, to ride when he feels like it. he doesn’t really talk to you. management texts you when he’s on the way to get whatever horse he wants warmed up and ready.
he likes to tack up himself, methodical in the way he puts each piece of equipment on his horses. quietly talking to them while you try and finish your todo list for the day around him.
today you’ve finished your morning routine early. mystery gets her own pasture, so you take your time getting her ready to go out. always last to go.
she gets her legs wrapped and you like to gossip to her. “you know, i heard the maintenance guys were talking to-put your leg down mystery.” you groan, readjusting the fabric.
mystery snorts, and you sigh. leaning into her leg and letting her stretch it before trying again.
“you need to stop that.“ you groan.
“who needs to stop?” pops a white head into the stall.
you flinch, turning around to see satoru, halter in hand.
“mystery.”
he rolls his eyes, walking in the stall to pat her neck. “she’s not all bad.”
“no. did you want to ride today sir?”
he gives you a look. “drop the sir. and yes, think you could get mystery haltered for me?”
the next hour or so is spent warming her up in the indoor arena while he watches, eyes low and focused on you of all things.
“she’s ready to head out.” you walk here to where he sits in one of the spectator stands, legs splayed out. the buckle on his belt hanging too loosely for your liking. jeans will fall like that.
“thank you.” is all he says before heading out to tack her up and ride.
you text the manager letting her know he is in fact on site before going back to cleaning steals.
he comes back when it’s sunset. everyone else in their stalls with their dinner. you’re a mess, jeans covered in dirt and shit and whatever else you managed to walk through today, and he keeps on bothering you.
“can you come over here for a second?” he calls to you from her stall, right as you’re hauling water buckets to be dumped out.
you groan, setting them down to the side and seeing what he wants. strange for someone who doesn’t even know your name isn’t it.
you find him taking a large hand to feel down her back, tack already off and you hope put away. “did you need help?”
he motions you closer. “does she seem hot too you?”
you take a look to her back. chest. legs. she’s sweating all right, but no foam. not panting. she’ll be fine.
“nope. just sweaty. she’ll be fine. “
“can you see if her legs are swollen? they seemed off.”
you crouch down to feel up and down her legs, squeezing to see if you can feel any odd pressure or any discomfort. mystery stands surprisingly still for the most part.
you stand back up, feeling your back crack “she seems fine, but i’ll take the bandages off to check?”
“please. “ he says it all most like a half pleaded whisper. funny for a man who gets on the back of thousand pound raging bulls that throw and trample him for a living.
you undo her wraps gently, going between each leg to check for anything unusual. it’s methodical, the dirty wrappings needing just a few small pulls to unravel.
“you know she was my first ever horse. we got her by accident at this auction my family was at years go. she’s older than me. “
you smile. “she’s a good horse. sure of herself.”
“very.”
you straight yourself out again and turn to him. “good news is her legs look fine. no swelling or nothin. but if you’re that worried we can always have the vet come down.”
“nah i don’t wanna have her come all the way down here for that. just let her know when they needs their shots. when is that?”
“actually not that long. two weeks everyone is getting them. “
“oh perfect can you let her know then?”
“yup i’ll mark it down. “
“i’ll be here tomorrow. i’ll ride her again at around noon.”
“sounds good. see you tomorrow. “
——-
you form a routine. he comes in and chats with you while you warm up his horse for him. he comes back and makes you triple check they’re okay. and he talks to you some more.
you’ve come to learn he kinda talk a lot. anything under the sun it seems he has a comment.
he’s nosey. asking you about your life. why you’re here and why horses.
“i dunno. i like em.”
it makes him laugh. you like his laugh.
he becomes this weird in between thing for you. he’s technically your boss. he’s the one paying you to be here. but he doesn’t act like it.
he’s not really a friend, the line of being professional and polite is too far deep etched to be crossed. you aren’t anything more then odd acquaintances it seems.
then he starts bringing you coffee.
“coffee?” you take it in your hands, an iced coffee that mirrors the one he holds for himself.
“yes? are you allergic?” eyes trying to study you.
“no. thank you.” iced coffee is not your favorite. but the gesture is what makes it sweet.
“i’ll warm her up today myself. stay and give me pointers?”
you frown, “i mean sure but you pay me to do it for you no?”
his face falters for a second before it’s replaced by the same easy smile. “it’s good to change things up. “
“sure gojo.”
“satoru.”
“i’m not calling you that.”
“one day you will.”
——-
“get your big girl britches on! it’s stallion day.” satoru swings the barn doors open, new hat on his head. and a smirk on his face.
you look up from the hay station, raking up what you need into barrels. “what.”
“i want the green one today.”
you lean on your rake, grimacing. “you’re going to fall on your ass. “
he waves a hand. “watch me get him to lope.”
you laugh, clutching your stomach. “if you pull that off. i’ll bull ride.“
he walks up to you, pointing a finger in you face. “i’m gonna hold you to it.”
he feels all too close to you, making your skin burn. “please do i cant wait to watch. give me a second to finish feeding. “
“yeah yeah i’ll go and get em. “
“have you worked with him yet?”
“no.” he grumbles.
“yeah good luck. he likes to rear up on you.”
and he does. you get to watch satoru having the worst time of his life, groaning and hissing everytime the halter gets snapped back by the horses neck. his names lumis.
“do you need help?” you tease, watching from the walk way as he can not make him move.
“no. i got this.” he hisses, wrapping a hand around the lead rope once again and pulling.
lumis does not move, snorting and stomping his feet at each try.
“don’t look at him, just walk. “
satoru does as told, swinging his body around, clicking his tongue and trying, man does he try.
lumis moves a few awkward steps halfway out the stall before he stops again. throwing his head back and making a scene.
“keep going. as soon as he moves stop pulling. “
you end up winning. watching him eat shit as he tumbles off of him in the arena. you haven’t laughed this hard in a long time.
you sit in the tack rooms couch, bandaging his poor bruised arm while he complains. “why did i buy him. “
you shrug, trying not to focus on the way his warm skin feels against yours. the size of him compared to you so up close sitting on the same seat. “he was here before me so no idea.”
satoru whines again, tilting his head back while you finish tucking the last end if the wrap. “maybe i’ll sell him. “
his adams apple bobs when he speaks and your eyes dart to it one to many times. he’s so handsome it hurts.
you pull away to the other end when your done. “if that’s what you want.”
he closes his eyes, sighing softly. “i don’t even know what i want.”
“then figure it out.”
he cracks an eye open at you. “you are always so blunt.”
“just the way i am.” playing with the fingers of your gloves that stick out of the front pocket of your jeans.
“suppose so. “ he stretches his arms over his head. “if it was your horse, would you sell him?”
“no.”
“why not?” satoru straightens him self, turning to face you.
“he’d be my only horse so i would want to keep him. even if he’s green and a little crazy. “
he looks surprised. “you don’t own any?” scooting so close your knees almost touch.
“no.” you don’t close the gap. leaving just an inch there, hanging waiting.
“do you want to?” what a silly question. you want a lot of things.
“yes. sometime in the future.”
he hums. “i hope you do.” getting up and patting the hay and dirt off himself. “i’ll see you later. thanks again.”
you hum, giving him a wave and relaxing your back onto the couch. heartbeat finally settling. you’re screwed.
——
he comes by later that same week. with a new shiny halter in hand and a smile that shows off just about every single tooth he has.
“guess who!”
“it’s you gojo i can see you. “
“uhg.”
you smile at him, meeting half way in the walk way. “what can i do you for?”
“i wanna race. “
“race?” it seems like he’s gotten hit in the head one too many times.
“yes.”
“here?”
he looks very annoyed at you. “where else?”
“whose going to race?”
“me obviously, and you.”
“pause. i’m not racing you. “
“why not?”
“unprofessional for one. and i haven ridden in a while. “
you end up racing him. you take one of the geldings, arrow, and he does the same with bruno.
down the property and around the lake. you haven’t felt the back of a saddle in so so long. but you ease into it fast. arrow is smooth and easy to get going, but keeping him going is what’s hard.
bruno you know is stubborn and after lunch is really sluggish.
it ends out in your favor when you round the bend of the lake back to the barn and are first there.
“i gave you a head start so technically i won!” he yells coming up to you.
you snort. “you’re a sore loser.”
“i’m not.” he narrows his eyes. forehead sheen with sweat, hat somewhere on the ground behind him. white hair sticking every which way while he pouts at you.
you think he’s very endearing.
“you did great.” his voice softens, dismounting and taking the reins.
you hesitate for a moment. patting arrows back and whispering praises to him before sliding down and heading back inside.
oh yeah you work here who would’ve thought. too busy ridding around with your boss to notice.
a few other people have also seemed to pick up on you two.
——-
you spend almost all your time with him when he’s there.
he brings you to a small field of apple trees, letting you pick and eat one.
“they’re really good.” you mumble between bites, sitting cross cross apple sauce under a tree.
he hums, reaching for one for himself. “i know. my grandpa planted them.” joining you on the ground.
“he’s got great ideas.”
the comment makes his face sour but he doesn’t say anything. munching away under the shade of the trees. it’s a welcome break from all the sun and heat. summer in the south, always hell.
the trees are buzzing with insects and sickly sweet fruit that you can not pick. of leaves that cradle gentle fragrance of blooming buds.
“do you come here a lot?” you toss the apple core onto the ground, watching as ants flock to it.
he sighs, leaning against the tree. setting his core down next to him. “i used to growing up. all this used to be family land before i bought it.”
you hum pretending to understand.
“it used to just be for the horses you know. but now i have more reasons to come.”
the way he looks at you makes you dizzy. suddenly your jeans are too hot, your shirt is choking you, your palms are sweaty and you want to throw up.
surely he can’t mean you can he?
i mean there’s always a possibility. he’s been with you for more and more each day. always coming by to talk to you. always a possibility.
——-
the next insanity inducing event he drags you through is swimming in the lake. creek? pond? it’s a body of water for sure. and you are not the worlds strongest swimmer.
“you are insane.” you scold. phone to your ear while you pick out a bathing suit.
“oh come on you’ll be off the clock it’ll be funnn.” he sings on the other end.
“yeah and then i’ll get a brain eating amoeba and die. cause of death you. “
“whatever. just pack your nicest swimsuit tomorrow and meet me there after your done. half day tomorrow right?”
“yes because i wanted to go home and rest.”
he pauses, “you can go rest instead.” voice suddenly much smaller.
you frown. “nah and hear you complain for the next month? i’m beating you in swimming too watch out.”
“oh it’s so on. you’re gonna eat shit.” you can hear the smile in his voice.
“yeah yeah. see you tomorrow.”
“see ya!”
you pick out the cutest and closest thing to work appropriate you can get for a swim suit. you go for shorts and a regular bikini top. that’s safe? right? maybe you should just bring a tank top. but then you’ll look stupid.
you end up just bringing the top. a silly pink thing with red hearts. it covers the most so it will have to to.
you meet him as promised. changed out of your stupid jeans and into your shorts and a jacket over top. towels under your arm and sandwich packed neatly in your lunchbox.
you need a post swim sandwich so what?
you immediately spot him sitting on the deck. it’s bigger than you remembered it from your race.
large enough for all the horses to stand on. covered little canopy with chairs and a table. it’s hidden here from everyone else. the barn fading from view as you pass behind the forest line.
you see an array of food on the table. towels, sunscreen, drinks. you forgot sunscreen.
“well well well look who it is.” he teases.
you set your stuff down, sliding yourself into the cushioned seat next to him. “you literally invited me.”
“yes i did.” he giggles. chair reclined all the way back while he lays in his stupid floral shirts and blue button up that he’s conveniently left every button open on.
his full upper body is on display. toned and lean, flexing each time he shoos and fly away, or even laughs. it makes you sick no one should have abs like that. it also makes you a tag bit self conscious of your own body.
you force yourself to look away and hope he didn’t catch on to your atari f. “you picked the hottest day of the summer.”
“that’s the best time to swim. you’re complaining and you’re in a hoddie richt now.” he points to your hoodie.
“it’s a jacket.”
“fine jacket. i hope you’re not keeping it on to swim it’ll get so nasty.”
“you just want me to take it off you perv.” the comment comes faster than you can think of all the hundred and one implications you just made.
he just laughs. “you are silly. keep it on then if you’d like. “
you end up shedding it like a snake, tossing it on another chair while you grab the sunscreen. you feel eyes on you but you don’t have the heart to turn around. suddenly very interested in the table.
“where did all of this come from?” you wonder while putting globs onto your skin.
“hm? oh i had the chefs bring out some stuff. i hope you like it. it’s like sandwiches and fruits and cheese. i asked for chips but my nutritionist told me to piss off sorry.”
“no that all sounds good. thank you. satoru.”
he sits up at this. grinning from ear to ear. “hey i told you you’d say my name. finally.”
you roll your eyes. “don’t be weird about it.”
“when am i ever weird?”
“do you actually want me to answer?” you try and get your neck and back as best as you can but your arms are only so long.
“don’t answer actually. do you need help with that?”
“no i’m good-“
before you can blink he gets up and takes the bottle from your hands. spreading a layer on his own before coating your back in it.
the contact makes you jolt. “sorry, i asked for the spray kind but this is all they had i guess.” he mumbles, working it into your skin so thoughtfully it’s almost romantic.
“no that’s okay.” you squeak.
he gets your whole back, large hands pressing and prodding to get every inch. he pauses where the strings of your top is tied.
“do you mind if i move the strings to get it all?” his hands puss right under them, just barely brushing.
“yeah. go for it.” you sound so strained you know he can tell him he only hums.
pressing one hand into your skin while the only lifts the pink string gently. “it’s a cute top.”
“thank you. i like your shorts.”
he snorts. “nicest thing you’ve ever said to me.”
“finish your job and then you can run your mouth.”
“yeah yeah almost done.” he hums. working up to your shoulders. then back down right above the waistband of your shorts.
“there you go all done!” he grins, wiping the excess on a spare towel.
“thank you. now we swim?”
he nods rapidly, “we so swim.” taking his shirt off and diving head first into the water.
you grimace at the water drops that land too close to the food for your comfort. but you join him soon after, running right in.
the day is spending swimming around each other and laughing till you can’t breath. be splashes water into your face so many times it could classify as water boarding.
you come back for lunch. wrapped in towels while you try and little bit of everything. then it’s back again in the water.
“come i wanna show you something!” he waves to you from across the shore.
“i can’t swim where it’s that deep!” you yell back.
“what? you can’t feel your feet?”
you roll your eyes. motioning him to come back.
“i said i cant swim where its that deep.”
“oooh. no problem. just hold into me. “ like it’s the simplest thing in the world.
“you’re crazy.”
“i’m serious! it’s not that far of a swim. it’s really cool and i got you.”
“promise you won’t drop me?”
he sighs, swimming closer to you. “i promise.”
“okay then.” you nod.
he comes up right next to you, looping an arm around your waist and pulling you close till you can feel his breath on the shell of your ear. those stupidly large hands of his.
“alright just hold on okay?” he squeezes your waist gently.
“okay.” you croak.
he begins to move slowly, paddling his way to the very center till both of you are floating.
“okay now look up.” he tells you.
you crane your head above you, and the sight is beautiful. the trees have created a canopy over the center of the pond with a single opening through the leaves for the sun. it fits perfectly in the center, gently illuminating the trees to where it almost looks like they’re glowing.
“wow.” you whisper. barely even noticing how your head is almost pressed up againsthis chest.
“it’s pretty cool out here isn’t it.”
“it is.” you look back down. suddenly so aware of how close you are to him. just a few more inches are you could slot your lips against his and-
you swim back to shore. unlatching from him and suddenly really missing his warmth.
you spend the afternoon doing much of the same. talking and swimming and eating and talking.
you call it quits after your arms get sore. and he insists on walking you to your car. wrapped in three towels while you smile.
“good night, drive safe.” he tells you. leaning on your car door, hair damn. he looks like he’s glowing.
“good night. and thank you for everything.”
—-
on one night. you find yourself at his house. how and why is not the point. the point is your in his home movie theater, munching on popcorn and watching a movie.
he’s a movie talker. every two seconds he leans over to whisper and giggle. it’s only the two of you, his large house is empty, but he still tries to keep quiet.
“you look beautiful.” he blurts out, suddenly really interested in his popcorn.
“thank you. you look nice.”
he frowns. “just nice?”
“handsome.”
he beams, resting a hand lazily on your thigh. “thank you.”
watching movies with your rich boss while he calls you beautiful and puts a hand on your thigh. whose bad fanfic plot is this?
——-
another night you spend out at his favorite ice-cream place. you find that for someone has known as he is, he’s rather lonely. his family isn’t where he goes to. his friends are far and few in between. all with their own lives.
maybe that’s why he’s so stuck to you. you’re easy. available.
he drives you around in his fancy car the whole time and if you really want you you can close your eyes and play pretend. that he’s yours and your his.
pretending only hurts more than reality.
“eat your froyo.” he scolds, already half way done with his.
“don’t lecture me.”
“it’s gonna melt.”
“it won’t.”
“it will.” he points his spoon at you like a weapon.
“why do you hang out with me so often?”
“i like your company.”
you were right. company. all about not being along. you eat your froyo and shut up.
——-
the season begins and you don’t see him. not for a long while.
you’ll occasionally watch him. when you have the day off, back home in your little condo.
it’s an interview this time. hat crisp and clean, it’s black today. he smiles at the camera, shoulders relaxed as he nods along to the questions.
you dont even know what he’s answering, all you can do is watch the way his lips move, the shine in his eyes. you remember how he looks at you, talks to you. the company that you share.
you wonder what it would feel like to have him press those same lips against you. if he would be as cunning and smart mouthed. no, you know he would be, and you would enjoy every single second of it.
you turn off the tv and force yourself to think of something else. but you reckon he’ll win again.
——-
you get an unexpected call a few weeks before the world finals. he’s only used your number to let you know he’s coming, and you’re busy freaking out in your house when the name lights up on your phone.
you pick up.
“hello?”
“why do you sound so confused. it’s me.” he almost sounds hurt.
“i know it’s you gojo.” you sigh, smile in your voice.
“satoru. hey can i steal you for a second?”
your heart rate speeds up. “yes. did you need something?”
“how’s mystery?”
“oh she’s fine. running around and eating.” you thought he was going to ask about you. silly you.
“that’s good. there’s a mare for sale about 2 hours away, can you take a look at her for me?”
“i mean sure. send me the address.”
“let me know what you think of her okay?”
“oookay. “
and you do. send him a whole bunch of photos and paragraphs of what you think of her. she’s a great cutting prospect, all go no woah. could use some work on the ground but with any trainer it can be evened out. if that’s what he wants to do. but all around solid mare.
you imagine what it would be like if she was your own horse. but her prince tag is far beyond anything you. can ever afford.
you’ll just keep playing pretend.
———
on a random thursday you get an email from hr that you have been found “participating in inappropriate behaviors with the client”. whatever the fuck that means.
you didn’t even know you had an hr department for fucks sake.
the next day you have a meeting to discuss the next steps. and they blatantly tell you someone of gojo satorus status and public image can not afford to have staff that act so brazenly. that act like you.
“what is so inappropriate?”
“on the clock you were engaging with mr gojo in various non work related activities that were rather compromising to your over all workplace. “
“what?”
“these are not things we take lightly it’s in your contract. “
“i was doing what he wanted me too isn’t that the whole point. he’s the one paying for everything he’s my boss?”
“again, these terms and conditions are all highlighted in your contract. while he may be the over all contributor and employer, the management of said employees is not regulated directly by him. that would be one to many for mr gojo and he much more important matters. “
“right. and you guys decided i’ve been acting inappropriately one too many times with no warning?”
“i’m happy to go over the details of the contract if you are confused as once again these are all listed in side of it. there is no need for a formally warning in cases of inappropriate employee conduct. “
“bullshit. “ you think for a split second or sueing. but with what money. you give up. sitting back in your chair and rolling your eyes.
it’s a woman in a pencil skirt two sizes too tight to tells you you’re fired. the paper work has been signed off and you are officially let go.
you grab your things. spare gloves and clothes; that lunch box you always forget in the fridge.
you say goodbye to all the horses. mystery is last, sweet girl peeking her head, her lunch is soon. will they mash it just the way she likes when you’re gone? extra water so it’s easier on her teeth? scratch her ears after being outside?
you cry. you don’t know why, it’s not the first time you’ve gotten fired in your life. but the way mystery looks at you when you bring your arms around her sturdy neck just makes you sob.
“i’m going to miss you so much pretty. be good.”
you’re going to miss satoru so much. stupid you for ever getting comfortable and thinking this was apart of your future. that he was apart of it.
you’re going to miss him so much.
——-
he wins of course. another shinny world champion to add to his collection. you watch him, slick with sweat and beaming with pride after his run. he’s heaving, licking his lips and is shining more beautiful than a butterfly in the sun.
it’s enough to make you sick.
you feel like a fool. a those times you spent with him just to end up fired. every single moment he made you feel special. for it to amount to nothing.
a younger perhaps stupider part of you thinks you had a chance with him. that he saw you are more than just someone who worked for him. some thing was there she tells you. time is precious and he spent it with you.
the more sensible part of your brain insists he was just bored and wasting time with whoever was willing to entertain him. you were his jester. nothing more. making a fool of yourself to win his favor. a useless favor that couldn’t keep you a job.
he has thousands of people fawning over him. you’re sure he could pick any amount of women from his instagram dms to last a while. all beautiful. all fitting for someone like him.
in the same week, he calls you. this time you don’t pick up. you’re busy apply for jobs. looking around to see who has any openings which spoiler, isn’t a lot.
you end up at a local lessons barn, teaching kids how to ride for the first time. could always be worse.
the weeks go by and he doesn’t stop trying. ringing and texting. he’s almost pleading.
please pick up
i’m worried about you
where did you go?
silence doesn’t suit you
i miss you
you get a letter in the mail. hand written, with it two bouquets of flowers bigger than your head.
forgive me,
i’ve just heard about what happened. i’m sorry that they fired you without telling me. i had no idea that was written in the contracts, my lawyer is changing those effective immediately. i’m replacing half of the staff and hr. i’ll be managing my own barns from now on.
it’s not the same without you here. i have no one to bother, or race. mystery is feeling your absence, she hasn’t quite been herself. we all haven’t. i haven’t either. this much time away from you and the silence has made me realize so many things. please come back, if only for a minute.
i won but it feels hollow without you.
i have so many things i want to say to you and im afraid if i write them they won’t be as pure as saying them to you. i hope you like the flowers and i apologize for overstepping boundaries by sending this to you. but i had to do it in a way that would express even just a fraction of what i feel.
i’m sorry for being so stupid.
remorsefully yours, satoru
you want to crumble it up. burn it. burry it. but the prickle of hope that blooms in your chest makes you put your clothes back on and drive.
you text him half way there. i’m on the way.
you see him at the gates, waiting for you like a nervous puppy.
“i have something to show you.” is the very first thing he says. picking at his a nails. he’s nervous.
“okay.” you nod timidly.
he takes you back to the lake. but there’s a temporary holding stall put up before it. one horse you can’t make out stands there.
“i wanted to wait till the time was right to surprise you but i really couldn’t wait. and when you disappeared and i thought you hated me i thought maybe this could-the point is. she’s for you.” he mumbles in and on till you reach the metal fencing. it’s the mare he sent you out to see.
“what?”
“i bought her. for you. she’s for you.”
“you cant be serious you bought me a horse?”
“yes?” he rubs the back of his head. unable to look at you.
“satoru. what would be a better gift is just knowing what all of this fucking means.”
he winces. “have i not been clear? im sorry.”
you roll your eyes. “no you haven’t. we go-swimming and racing. you always come here and talk to me. then i’m fired after you win. what do you expect me to think?”
“i wanted this to be a gift for when we were together. an anniversary maybe. get her trained in the mean time. but i think it’s best to just gift you her now. “
you stare at him dumbfounded. “anniversary? what the actual hell do you mean or i’m leaving.”
“i’m sorry for the way our relationship turned into a very unprofessional one that resulted in you getting fired. but im not sorry for what i did. because i ment it all. not just because im your boss. because i want to be something more to you, much more. if you’ll have me, i’d love to be yours. “
“you’re asking me out.”
“yes.”
“like to date you.”
“yes. i want to be your boyfriend.”
you melt. crossing the distance between the two of you. “i don’t appologize for a thing i did or said. even if it got me fired. yes ill have you. if you will also have me.”
“i will. a million times over.”
you smile. eyes darting to his lips before he dips his head down to finally finally press your lips together. it’s every part sweet as you imagined. melting into one another as his hand comes to gently rest on the back of your neck. guiding you into him and him into you.
you part with a wet pop that makes you blush. “seriously. gifting me a horse is too much.” you mumble
“then she’ll just stay with me. “ he gives you a kiss to the corner of your mouth while you blush.
and since i’m just missing everyone rn. JAKEEEEUHH.
jake but it’s a sweet age gap and he’s not a cheater, no kids, things just didn’t work out with neytiri post the first rda war.
and he lives his life going through the motions of being a leader. then the rda comes back. and you happen to be one of the many people they bring with them. one of the very few avatars that isn’t a recon
your story is a little tricky. you were originally ment to go with the same ship jake was on. but your paper work got lost in the rda office. go figure. and you had to do it all over again and push your arrival date by a few years
but by the time you were actually in space, jake happened. and they decided to just keep you suspended in cryo sleep till the time was right. and that time was nearly 15 years.
when you wake up and come to your senses, you’re in your own suit abord the ship. strange, you definitely didn’t have the money for that. then the doctors come, side by side with the rda personal, here to tell you your fate
15 years stolen from you. 15 years of life you could have lived but they deemed it more cost effective to simply take them from you. keep you sleeping. you cry, scream, unable to process reality for a long time. it was in the contract is all they have to say back to you and your fave full of snot and tears. it’ll be 11 months till you reach pandora.
your avatar is still aboard and waiting for you, but a new assignment. no longer a woman of science instead they want you to scout out resources. what’s useful and what isn’t. you can cover almost 20 times the ground a human can in the same day. they need you
not many avatars left you notice. all of them turned into military personnel. you are the only acception.
so you go. your bound by that contract. and you get to work. heading out and giving them what they need to build the new human settlement. this is not what you signed up for.
you came to pandora to learn, to grow, to explore the stars and make a name for yourself doing what you love. exploring creatures that are so different yet so similar to you. all hailing from the stars and all living breathing in the same canopy of the cosmos
you spend your free time trying to find a way out. every day venturing further. trying to find jake. he can help you, and you can help him. with all that you know about their goals, plans, knowledge is power as they say
sooner or later you run into jake. literally. one too many steps in the wrong direction and you find yourself deep within the forest. you try and radio for backup but only static answers you
little do you know jake has been watching you from the moment you entered the forest. you aren’t a recon. you remind him too much of norm, grace. but you aren’t one of his. you’re apart of this new generation of rda, the enemy
your meeting is much like his with neytiri. as the night falls and you try and find shelter, huddling under the root system of a large tree. before you get sniffed out by predators and bing bong boom jake saves the day. something about returning a favor. a life for a life. to give back to when he was saved
“i have rda insider information.” is the first thing you blurt. gun pointed right at you, a sweating heaving mess.
jake pauses, takes a few steps closer to you. “yeah? you think i’m stupid too? “ he thinks you’re some kind of spy, doesn’t he.
“no. i’m not one of them. i’m a student of doctor augastine she was-“
“you do not get to speak her name.”
“ask norm. we were in the same class. please. “
so he takes you back, blind folded and you see norm for the first time in over 15 years.
“wow. i can’t believe it. “ norm tells you. much older than you remember.
you sigh, head in your hands as you fight to come to terms with time being taken from you. “it was my papers. they said i would be on the next ship. and then i woke up 15 years later.”
“have they told you anything about what’s happened?”
“that jake sully is the biggest threat to humanity. there’s not many avatars left, im the only non recon left. shit my human body. “
then begins the scramble to get your human body out. easier said than done. takes a whole week of planning and bullshitting to every superior you know. that you just need more time to heal your body. got a nasty infection, broke a bone etc. then it’s jake that personally gets you out of there. and the rest is really history
it takes a second for him to really accept your story and who you are. but he comes around. slowly.
the romance wasn’t really on your radar. not with everthing going on. and the newest war on the horizon. jake finds himself growing closer to you, norm says because you still smell like earth. whatever that means
its familiarity he’s been chasing for as long as he can remember. and you’ve brought it with you.
he helps you get your first ikran. taking you to the nesting grounds himself. by your side for dream hunt. for every mile stone.
“i’m glad you got lost in the forest.” he tells you one night. while you watch the stars from a canopy of leaves. laying side by side. just close enough to feel warmth but not enough to touch
“me too. even if you had a gun to my face. “
“i was being cautious. “
“i know.”
he gifts you your first song cord bead that night. harvested from that very tree you hid under all those moons ago trying to find him and start anew. carved from harder wood sap. with a tree carved into its center.
“it’s beautiful jake, thank you. “
he only hums, returning his attention to the sky.
and then comes the move to the reef. just as the buds of somthing more than friendship begin to blossom. distance makes the heart grow fonder as they say. and every second of him missing only makes you yearn that much harder
neytiri is the first to notice you moping. “our olo’eyktan is mighty like the sturdy tree. is it not without its branches to reach out and feel the sun. “
her riddles make you roll your eyes. going to norm to pass your lab in the lab. doing something you’re good at. “she’s right you know.”
“huh?”
“neytiri. jake needs someone. he’s been lonely for a while. “
“and who says i am that someone?”
“uh the whole clan. open your eyes. you have two pairs of them and you can’t see what’s in front of you.”
“i’m not oblivious??”
“sure. when he gets back. talk to him, please. “
you spend a lot of time thinking about him. how much larger he is than you. the soft gravel in his voice when he sees you first thing in the morning. the way he helps you pack your things before taking off. how he looks at you across the fire with so much conviction
you do talk to him. a horrid sappy confession filled talk that ends in the both of you timidly holding hands u der the sunset. sappy sappy sappy
you know technically you’re around the same age. but the damn cryo has kept you young. younger than him. he knows this. you think everyone does. but it feels natural. it feels right.
you like having someone to guide you through life. to help you find your place among the people. find peace. in this life you currently live and the past that you still grapple with. if there’s anyone to do it with, it’s jake
side by side, you find yourself announcing to the clan you have mated. life feels sweeter. and norm just won a whole bunch of goodies from betting on you two officially getting together. berries for weeks. what a loser
i REALLY. miss tsu’tey and i’m thinking of him raising a little human baby along side his human mate. yes it’s his biologically. no do not ask about the specifics on how bc i have no answers and this is what i want rn. also he’s a girl dad
dad tsu’tey who cries at the birth harder than he ever has in his whole life knowing you two are safe, sound, healthy, and your family just grew
he’s almost too scared to hold her, just a little thing reaching out for him. you opted to give birth in moats healing cot, human doctors next to you. you feel at home, safe.
“she is most perfect.” he cries, gently cupping her with one hand to his chest. she settles as soon as she hears his heart beat. steady, strong.
life at home is much of the same, though he does become more protective of the both of you. “i’m going to visit the lab.” you’ll say, and he only grunts, begging for you to let him carry you
“please, you are healing. “
“i feel fine, there’s no need to carry me everywhere i go. “
he sulks. speaking of the lab, everyone adores your little girl. norm makes her little toys and teething things. everyone helps out when you need a baby sitter. and the world just feels that much more brighter
jake thinks she looks just like tsu’tey, which makes you narrow your eyes but you hold back a laugh
moat and neytiri gift you a blanket for her, the first bead to her song cord, and ones that matches the same that go on yours and tsu’tey. to mark her birth.
he sings to her, softy when he thinks you aren’t paying attention. wrapped in blankets and little belly full of milk. you are truly in awe that this is the life you live
you feel so content. you are different yes, still in human flesh and confined to your body that at its best can not keep up with your mates, but you do not feel any less apart of what is around you. you feel apart of the people
she grows to only know love. and when she’s old enough to go out and explore, the sully kids are not far behind
“jake sully has raised very loud children.” he sighs, sharpening his spear by the fire in the middle of your home
“you say that as if yours isn’t the same. “
“she learned from them. she was a quiet baby.”
quiet baby. you chuckle and go back to organizing your things. maybe you should have another baby
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thinking of butch so’lek and her cute little femme mate
so’lek who is over the moon that she gets to call you hers. and you who are so in love in your big strong woman, who unfortunately has a hard time letting you do anything for yourself
“rest, i will hunt.” she says, day in and day out. you are not incapable, far from it. she just wishes to provide you every comfort this life has to offer. all the comfort you deserve
“so’lek, i can hunt.”
“i wish to know you spend your days without pressing duties. let me take on the burden, enjoy the sun.” and nothing more than a kiss to your lips as she flies off
him finding little things that remind him of you. a small flower, curled against its self in the sun. the fallen branch of a mighty tree. a shining stone in the bank of a river
bringing them back to hq with him. trying to find the right moment to give them to you casually, but there’s nothing casual about it. every bit of your soul shines in the world, he looks for you wherever he goes
this can never be casual. he knows it. and yet in his heart his soul body and mind he is consumed by you
the thought of another being audience to your smile, your sweet words and sweeter gestures fills him with a horrid bile of teeming jealousy
he wishes to be the only one. the sole receiver of such pure energy. boundless and so bright, dancing through life
he doesn’t know how to approach you will all this. dream walker, so different from himself. he knows others are interested be sees the way they look at you. at dinner, when you tell stories of earth. feigning eagerness just to be close to you
none of them know you like he. none could provide, protect, please you like him
when he makes it back. little things tucked inside the satchel on his chest, he sees you first
“hey so’lek” you hum. cleaning your weapon, tongue poking from between your lips as you sit on the floor.
“hello” his ears twitch, tail slashing wildly
“anything interesting out there?” you pause your work to look up at him with a fond smile
“ah. no.” he shrugs
you hum again, going back to your work
he carries on, trying to find a bundle of herbs he stored away somewhere but his legs stop him. he turns back to you, now completely in your own world. his feet take him right back. fingers digging into his satchel, taking out the flower, branch, stone
he holds them out in one hand, crouching to be her level with you. “for you.” it comes out much harder than anticipated, strained
you only smile at him, taking the gifts gingerly and setting them down beside you. did you not like them? you did not spare them a glace. should he have brought something different? he knew he should have gone-
his thoughts are derailed as you wrap your arms around him, pressing your bodies together in a warm hug
“thank you so’lek” you mumble in his ear
his ears go flat. tail thumping against the ground, sending the little stone jumping up and down. he finds the brain to wrap his arms around you tighter. you smell as sweet as ever
“you are welcome”
you unlatch with a laugh, taking each gift and running your fingers along them gently. “i love them.”
nesim would be all teasing and coy throughout the day, just to watch you squirm under her gaze
“have you lost your voice?” laughing at the way your eyes dart around the communal dinner
“no. i have not lost it. you are starting to lose your reason.” you hiss back, putting your attention back to the food
nesim tilts her head, dropping a hand to your waist and looping a finger around the ties and knots of your loincloth. “be careful, i might just lose all of it.” not caring at the strained glaces the other people of her clan give one another
you still under the warm press of your fingers on your skin. the gentle feeling of each finger as it drags along the fibers of your rather minimal clothing
she would take you right here, in front of everyone. lay you out all open and splayed to taste what’s hers. unraveling you on her tongue. and the thought only makes your cheeks burn
Im absolutely in love with your angsty so'lek x reader series and can't wait to read more! This new little snippet has me so excited (and scared for reader and so'lek) for what you have in store :).
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thank you! it always brings me sm joy knowing people love it as much as i do. it’s definitely a long haul passion project but i have much hope
reader gets no breaks i fear it’s just bullshit after bullshit. maybe so’lek comes around. maybe he doesn’t and reader is left to pick up the pieces. who knows
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solek x avatar reader angst bc its been so sooo long
there was once a time when solek would have done close to anything to have rid you from his life. due to nothing but annoyance and inconvenience. now he begs to remove the ache and insanity that clings to him
from indifference to annoyance to anger to jealousy to envy to yearning. this is the path he has gone down, a path of madness.
when you come back for the last time, after being taken by wukula, that is what breaks him. you are so far gone from who you once were, detached from the warrior you came to them as. now a shell, tormented by the past
he should have tried harder to find you. all of this, your undoing, is his fault.
in the late hours of the night when you think no one is awake to witness, you search for wukula. crying out in faint sobs for a man who completely destroyed you. yet you remain bound to him
you lose your appetite, forbid yourself from the skies, stay in one place all day to chase ghosts
its particularly bad one stormy night. you cry, cuddled in furs and blankets in the far corner of your room. is it still your room if you are not the same person? you tore your bed apart, used the mattress to block the door, the sheets to make this half assed pile that you sleep in
its teylan who calls him, waking him from his sleep and begging solek to do something, anything just please.
"she is not well, she is going to hurt herself doing this every night."
so solek breaks the door down, tosses the mattress aside and pries your hands away from where they pull and drag against your skin. against wukuls mark on your chest, his name, carved into you by his blade
you sob, unable to see straight. you try and fight him, bitting and scratching but you have nothing left in you. you let solek dress your wounds, patch you up, clean up your room. getting your bed back in order and setting you down gently in the middle. arranging the furs and blankets around you as you blink with wet eyes.
"stay." is all you have to say, wide eyes wet and tear streaked begging for warmth
he caves at this request. he sits at the edge of your bed for the whole night, watching you get a good nights rest for the first time in a long time
Thinking about Nesim hunting you down through the woods at night. It started off with her doing it purely because you'd asked her to (she thought it'd just be a childish game of chase, but she humored you because she likes to see your sweet face light up). But then something kicks on in her brain during the middle of it. Something in the way your pretty doe eyes fill with genuine fear when you look over your shoulder and see her round the corner you'd just made, and she thinks oh... this is a lot more fun than it should be.
And by the time she caught up to you and pinned you to the ground, her body bearing down on you from behind and after all your innocent laughter had slowly fizzled out along with the adrenaline, all you can hear is her heavy breathing against your ear 'cause she got herself worked up without you even doing anything. She sits up slow, and in your dazed confusion, you move to follow, but a big hand suddenly curls around your nape and forces your face back into the grass.
“Do you know how hard it is to catch you,” she whispers against your ear, a dangerous growl building in her tone you'd never heard from her before that made you shiver.
Her fingers then press into the veins on the sides of your throat, making you feel all kinds of floaty. She gives a final warning shove to your nape, a silent “stay put”, and you listen, obedient and pliant for her. It's only when you feel something tugging your loincloth down that you finally realize what was happening— Nesim liked that.
You weren't expecting this outcome from your innocent request for a game of chase, but you definitely weren't complaining.
༺ Summary: Rumors were floating around that Etuwa was courting you, little did they know it was far more than that
༺ CW: 18+, MDNI, making out, explicit sex, oral reader!receiving, scissoring, biting, fingering, yes talk us through it Etuwa, kinda drawn out but this is yuri so that tracks, literally over 4k words of smut
༺ Translations:
- Kelku: home/house | - Yawntu: lover/loved one
- Yuey: beautiful | - Yawne: beloved
༺ Notes: guys this song has a fucking chokehold on me. Etuwa is literally the hottest character I’ve ever written for I’m obsessed
The plants felt warm beneath your fingertips, having spent the entire day in their small clearing baking under the sun, which was now starting to creep downward in pursuit of the horizon. Time was ticking before the bright forest around you would descend into the soft glow of nighttime on Pandora. Beautiful as it was, you had no plans of spending the night so far from Hometree.
You scooped up the patch of carefully harvested herbs, laying them thoughtfully in the pack that slung over your shoulder. It wasn't exactly organized, only just enough not to mingle with the already cleaned and wrapped meat you'd spent the morning hunting for. But you already had plans to fix that, en route to one of the Aranahe camps before heading home. Once there, you could pass off some of the load and repack it for the return trip.
Once the pack was secured around your shoulders again, tucked beneath the string of your hunting bow, you turned and made for denser trees in the direction of the camp. You walked with a built-in navigation that could only be made by the lifetime you'd spent here. The forest was just as familiar to you as the back of your hand.
Soreness started to kick in, only a compliment to your well-used muscles. The day had been long, yes, but not fruitless. It was evident in the dull ache that made itself known every few steps. Etuwa would have an herb mixture that could soothe it. You made a mental note to ask her upon your return.
Etuwa. The thought of her stole your focus quicker than you'd care to admit. As you walked, all you could see was the image of your mate impatiently waiting for your arrival. Mate. A word you were not yet used to using. It had been a few precious weeks now, but everything still felt like a dream.
As you walked, your thoughts suddenly drifted through some of your most recent memories; the view of her strong body pressed flush to yours, the shameless sounds she made in your ear, the feeling of her open mouth on your neck. The thoughts made your tail lash harshly, having to snap yourself out of it. There would be plenty of time to relive those memories once you were safely home.
Quicker than you expected, you found yourself climbing the tangled tree roots and up onto the first woven platform of the camp. There were a few polite words of greeting upon your entrance, smiles shared as you passed off a portion of your haul to remain here.
"You are always a welcome face," One woman told you, taking particular interest in the herbs you had just gathered. "These will be useful."
You nodded in agreement, making sure to leave a couple extra for her. "There is a healthy growth not far from here. Just south." You said, watching her ears perk at the information. "Could be worth another look." She thanked you for both the herbs and the location, turning to bring them inside the open shelter.
You kept mostly to yourself after that, quietly rewrapping and repacking your day's findings so it would be more suitable for travel. Your fingers worked diligently, redoing each little bundle with care. This way, you would not have to unpack them again the moment you returned home. There were other priorities you planned to address first.
This was another little reminder of the woman who waited for you at Hometree. You glanced up at the sun to judge its position, which was getting increasingly lower. Etuwa would likely beat you back to the kelku.
Try as you may to hold onto your focus, your thoughts kept slipping. It was difficult not to let them. You felt like a lovesick puppy, being so freshly mated with the woman you love so deeply. She took up a huge portion of your mind, even now as your hands began working in autopilot.
You stopped trying to prevent your mind from wandering, telling yourself it was by choice and definitely not because you had failed. And you failed horribly.
But how were you to succeed when everything reminded you of her? Even the way you tied up the small bundle of plants surfaced the memory of Etuwa undoing the same ties on your waistcloth. Her nimble fingers always made sure to drag extra slowly across your hips.
Just as you had the final bundle packed away, hushed voices pulled your attention back to reality, drawing your pointed ears in the direction they came from.
"I heard that Etuwa is courting her." The statement was so quiet that it just barely reached your ears. But the confidence with which it was spoken told you that they were completely oblivious to your presence.
"Where have you heard this?" A second voice asked. "Have you seen it with your eyes?"
“Have you seen her?” Countered the first. “Every time that young warrior is around, she behaves differently.”
That was another thing. Neither of you had said a word about mating yet to the rest of your clan. Not because it was a secret, but because you agreed to simply enjoy each other first before worrying about clan responsibilities involved with the tsahìk taking a mate. It seemed word was going to reach their ears sooner or later. They weren't wrong, technically, you were courted by Etuwa. But that was no longer the appropriate word to describe your relationship. You snickered quietly at the thought.
"Well, she does spend more time with her now." The second voice chimed in again, still completely unaware that you were hearing this. "I swear I am starting to smell her on Etuwa."
You pressed a palm to your mouth silently at the words, a blush subtly creeping from your cheeks to the tips of your ears. That part was true. But simply spending more time together was not the reason for your scent lingering on your mate.
As hard as it was to, you stood yourself up and gathered your back and bow, slinging them both over your shoulder. An ear stayed pointed in the direction of your gossipers to hear if they would say anything more, but it seemed another topic had become more interesting. With the shake of your head, you strode across the platform and down onto the forest floor. There was still a long walk home.
Roughly half an hour had passed before you reached Hometree, and your pack was starting to feel heavier. You shifted its weight a little to relieve your shoulder. Inside, it was particularly lively this evening, every last Aranahe member who had been out enjoying the warm weather now gathered together, not quite ready to let the day come to an end. They were all calm, peacefully speaking and laughing amongst themselves as if they had nowhere to be anytime soon. It was the opposite if you, who strode past toward exactly the place you wanted to be.
Without much thought past putting one foot in front of the other, you climbed the twists and turns of Hometree in the direction of Etuwa's kelku, which was now yours as well. Something about the thought of seeing her there in mere moments made your feet move a little quicker.
The noise of the cheerful Aranahe gave way to quiet as you approached the woven entrance to your kelku, sliding it out of the way to duck inside. You found exactly what you were looking for there. Etuwa was lounged casually in your shared pile of furs, limbs stretched out comfortably, and body angled to face the small fire that lived on one end of the home. Your eyes fell over her nearly completely exposed body, armor having been abandoned and switched out with an intricate beaded top and a thin little waistcloth. Judging by the heap her armor was left in, she hadn't arrived very long ago.
It was hard not to take advantage of the moment to run your eyes over her strong frame, drinking in the image of every curve and muscle. The top she chose made them unbelievably easy to see. But it didn't take long before you were caught, Etuwa's head tilting to meet your gaze.
"Ma yawntu." She purred, pushing herself up to her feet to greet you. It only took a few seconds before she had you, hands curled around your arms and sliding up slowly toward your shoulders. "Long day, I assume?"
All the tension left your body the moment you felt her touch against your skin, so you sighed into a smile. "Very." Was your simple response, making up for it by leaning in and pressing a soft kiss to the corner of her mouth.
You were foolish if you thought you'd get away with just that. Etuwa immediately pulled you back in until your lips met. The kiss was gentle, but there was a hunger beneath it, one that sparked to life your first night together and still refused to be satisfied.
She must have felt this on you, because she decided to tease you with it. You felt her tongue swipe slowly across your lower lip before pulling away, retreating even as you tried to lean back in. You groaned dramatically in protest, only putting a smirk on her face.
"Come, make it all the way inside at least." She told you, sliding your bow and pack up over your head. "That way, I can rid you of this armor properly." The words were so blunt, you were stunned for a moment, heat jumping to your cheeks. You shouldn't be surprised by now. This was Etuwa. She had always been fond of seeing you blush for her.
All you could do was follow as she crossed the small space to lay your things near a pile of supplies. Instinctively, you reached for a basket with your clothing to select a more comfortable outfit, but Etuwa had beaten you to that too. With a hand settling at your hip, she handed you a pile of clothing she had already laid aside. You recognized it immediately as one of your favorites. The waistcloth was thin and simple, but cut just right to show off the muscles along your hips and rear. The top was mostly large feathers, placed just well enough that you weren't considered naked, but only just. This particular outfit was one you would wear when you wanted Etuwa to see.
She handed it to you, but you did not take it. "I thought you were undressing me." You challenged with a sly smile on your lips, the words making her tail swish in contradiction to the growing smirk on her face.
Etuwa set the clothes down beside her with precision, leaning in to brush her lips against the spot just below your ear. "I will undress you as many times as you would like." She assured, tilting her head so her teeth could graze the edge of your ear, satisfied by the shudder that ran through your body.
You slid your hands up her toned back until you reached her neck, slipping a couple of fingers beneath the strap of her top. "Then let us start now." You muttered just as her mouth pressed firmly to the skin below your ear. With your words, you watched her tail lash and felt her lips part, allowing her teeth to graze your neck. The feeling sent a shock through your body, undeniably pleasurable, but not enough. You wanted her on your mouth.
As you felt her lips travel upward, you cupped the back of her neck, tilting your head to speed up the progress until her lips slotted firmly against yours. You couldn't help but groan into the kiss, heat pooling in your abdomen.
It was messy, so different from the slow and deliberate movements you had used before. This was bolder, more desperate, all that hunger starting to creep toward the surface. Mouths moved in almost a staggered rhythm, constantly fighting to be closer, to deepen the kiss further.
One of Etuwa's hands slid down your clothed chest, hurriedly maneuvering you backward until your back pressed against the wall and your chest to your lover's. You felt your heart thumping repeatedly in your ribcage at the sudden excitement. She was everywhere. Hands roaming your body with only your armor to block her way. But all the places you wanted her were hidden beneath it.
You broke the kiss gasping, only just long enough to breathe. "Etuwa, take this off me." You instructed between breaths, growing steadily more impatient with each passing second. She huffed a breathless laugh, hands sliding back behind your neck to fumble for your ties.
The sight of her swollen but smiling lips, sheen with your saliva, would have been enough to make your knees buckle if she didn't still have you caged between her and the wall behind you. Naturally, your reaction was to lean in and capture her lips again, making sure they stayed looking that way. This made her task of ridding you of your clothing slightly more challenging, her hands pausing momentarily at the tie to grip the garment tightly.
As much as you begged for her to strip you of your armor, you didn't make it easy for her. Just as you felt the tie come undone, revealing the bare muscle of your back underneath, you tilted your head just barely to suck on her lower lip, teeth grazing skin. The feeling was agonizingly good, her whole body shuddering as a muffled groan left her mouth.
"I thought you wanted this off," She barely got out, cut off by you pulling her in closer, brows pinching at the feeling of her lips so firmly set against yours. Etuwa had to work around, leaning away just enough to let your chestpiece fall from your body and move it carefully to the side. The moment it was gone, she positioned herself against your bare chest. The feeling of your breasts pressed to hers, only separated by the tiny details of her top, was absolutely dizzying.
Suddenly, her hand dipped lower, dragging down your side to hook a finger under the strap of your waistcloth. She tugged at it just enough for you to feel it. Your breath hitched, mouth parting from hers to lean your head back against the wall behind you. "Etuwa," You warned as her fingertips slowly wandered across your hips.
Wordlessly, she latched her mouth onto the side of your neck, lips parting to let her tongue press flat to the skin there. The move sent your tail lashing behind you. She repeated this in several places, slowly working her way down your neck and chest, tongue traveling skillfully all the way down your abdomen. Eventually, she had dropped to her knees, arms holding your waist in support rather than control. It was needed, given that your legs felt like collapsing now.
"I want to taste you," She mumbled against the skin of your hip, one hand falling to grip the strap of your waistcloth. Just as you managed to open your mouth for a reply, you felt her teeth sink into your skin, replacing your words with a sharp hiss. Etuwa immediately swirled her tongue over the bite to soothe the sting. A very clear mark was left in her wake.
"You are such a tease." You muttered, bringing a hand to her temple and brushing a few loose strands of hair out of her face. Etuwa smiled into your skin, clearly pleased by the effect she had on you.
Slowly, reluctantly, as if she wished to kiss your skin forever, she removed her mouth and rested her chin against the dip between your hip and thigh to gaze up at you. "How could I not be, when I have you for my mate?" She purred the words with a swaying tail, fingers still teasing the strap at your hip.
Before you could even blink, she had a second hand reaching around to find the ties above your tail. In one quick, practiced movement, she had it undone, both hands coming to either side of your hips to drag the garment down your legs. Once you were free of it, Etuwa let out a low groan, immediately pressing a firm kiss to one of your thighs.
You could tell she wanted to savor you by the patient way her hands slid up your thighs. It was slow and unhurried, a contrast from the sloppy kisses you had shared just moments ago. "You choose now to take your time?" You questioned as her lips teased your glistening folds, hovering just close enough but just far enough away to be agonizing. A subtle smile appeared on her face.
"Patience, my love." She cooed, tracing soothing circles into your thigh. The tone she used made your heart do a flip, voice somewhere between soft and seductive. You hummed in response to it, feeling your body light up every time she came close to where you needed her.
Her desire must have won out over her self-control because her hands suddenly curled, pressing her fingertips into your skin. In the slowest, most agonizing move ever, she slid her tongue through your folds, licking a long, hot stripe all the way to your clit. A string of Na'vi curses left your mouth at the sudden stimulation, unable to stop your hips from rolling forward.
The pace she set was slow at first, allowing you to adjust to the pressure of her wonderful tongue before increasing in intensity. All you could do was take it, a hand reaching up to grasp a fistful of her hair for stability. But stability was something you were failing horribly at. With each lick and swirl and suck from Etuwa, you felt your legs weakening, succumbing to the sensation constantly delivered between them. She noticed this immediately, one hand spreading wide to hold you comfortably at your lower belly. The other continued tracing patterns at your hip.
With each movement, you felt the coil slowly being wound in the pit of your stomach. Oh, how she knew just what it took to undo you. As if she wasn't already buried between your legs, she pressed herself in closer, pulling at your hips until she had you rocking into her. You were in pure bliss, each and every movement hitting just the right spot to bring that familiar heat to your core. She was fully aware.
Her pace suddenly increased, using her strong arms to guide your hips, helping you chase your high. "Etuwa—" You gasped her name quietly, mouth agape and head thumping back against the wall. Only a few more fiery strokes from her tongue, and she had you. Pleasure rocked through your body in shockwaves, stealing what little strength was left in your legs. This time, she let your body slide down the wall, guiding you to straddle her lap. Her fingers were quick to replace her mouth, rubbing circles against your clit to ride through your orgasm. Your arms came to wrap tightly around her shoulders, burying a whimper into the curve of her neck as your hips rolled into her hand.
“That is it, yawntu.” She purred in your ear as your body began to relax, fingers gradually slowing as you came back down. “You are so good, my love.”
You slumped against her breathlessly, taking advantage of the position to press a few featherlight kisses to the skin of her neck. Her response was immediate, scooping you up in her arms as she brushed her cheek against the top of your head.
You searched for words to say, but none seemed good enough for that moment. So all you did was giggle happily, nuzzling your nose into her shoulder. Etuwa was right there with you, squeezing you tight in her embrace as a symphony of blissful laughter passed her lips. Once the fit had ended, you lifted your head and brought both hands up to cup her face. Your heart twirled at the wide grin spread across her lips.
She leaned in and pressed a quick kiss to your lips, peppering more all over your face until your giggling fit started over. Each one was filled with affection so strong, you could swear you had died and gone to the ancestors. It was hard to believe a love so strong could exist on Pandora, but it did, and it was yours. Warmth bloomed across your skin at that.
Etuwa finished at your lips again, lingering there for a moment longer. You could taste yourself on her, tail flicking at the subtle reminder of what had just occurred moments ago. It drew a sigh out of you, blocked and muffled against her mouth.
She broke the kiss only when your lungs demanded air. Silently, she reached out in the direction of the abandoned outfit she had chosen for you earlier. Before her hands could reach it, you caught her gently by the wrist, pulling her back to press a kiss to her palm. "We do not need those, yuey." You told her, eyes finding hers through your lashes. She understood your words immediately. You were not finished yet. That perfect smile returned to her face as the meaning sank in, a hand sliding up to cup your neck in the perfect mix between firm and gentle. She wasn't finished either.
Slowly, you pushed yourself up to your feet, hand grasping her forearm to guide her toward the thick pile of furs across the kelku. She followed you more than willingly, letting you lead her wherever you wanted. You stopped just as you reached the thick bedding, turning around to face her.
Your hands trailed up her arms, finding the intricate straps of her top. "Let us get rid of this, hm?" You teased, locating the ties easily. "You are far overdressed." A smirk crawled onto your lips at the swish of her tail your words earned.
It took almost no effort to rid her of her top, letting it fall to her feet and revealing her bare chest beneath it. Eywa, she was beautiful. Next, you kneeled down to work at her waistcloth, undoing it and removing it just as quickly as the top. But before you could do anything further, she followed you to the floor and snaked her arms around you, pulling you down with her into the soft furs. The moment you hit the bedding, she had you pulled flush against her, a hand under your thigh to hook it over her legs.
You two lay like that for a moment, Etuwa's eyes searching yours in nothing but raw affection. "I adore you," She whispered, smiling at the way your ears pointed forward.
"I am yours forever, Etuwa." You told her, rolling onto your stomach so that you were practically on top of her, draping a bent arm over her chest. Her response was to tighten her hold around your torso, making sure you stayed pressed right up against her.
"Well, that is good news." She teased with a short laugh, placing a long kiss on your forehead. Patiently, you wandered into the curve of her neck, nuzzling your cheek against the skin there. Her scent was muddled a little, so strongly mixed with yours that you were sure she would never lose the smell of you. If they hadn't before, others would definitely notice it this time.
The reminder of the conversation you had overheard earlier drew out the tiniest laugh, really no more than a puff of air. It was still enough for your lover to notice. "What is it?" She inquired, tilting her head to try to get a better look at you.
“They talk about us,” You informed her, tail thumping lightly against the furs. “The rest of the clan.”
“Do they?” She replied, dragging a hand knowingly up your spine. Her tone was lower, giving away that she had likely overheard her own conversations.
“I heard a pair of hunters speaking about us.” Your lips wandered down her neck, brushing the skin but not yet kissing it.
“And what do they say, yawne?” Her fingers reached your neck, trailing up and down it slowly.
"They think you are courting me, but they do not know we have mated." You explained with the slightest smirk, just wide enough to reveal the points of your fangs. A brow raised as you lifted your head to gaze at her knowingly. "They also say you smell of me."
You watched her expression as she calculated your words, going through the same thing you did when you first heard the conversation. "They do not think we have made it official?" She asked in confirmation, head tilting just slightly. You shook your head slowly, drinking up the sudden tension that bloomed between you. Without warning, Etuwa rolled you over until your back was flat against the plush pile of bedding. She climbed aboard your lap, straddling your hips and leaning forward until her face was mere centimeters from yours. "Should we make it official?" Her lips ghosted yours as the words were spoken, gazing at you through half-lidded eyes.
You tilted your head back to allow her mouth to find your pulse point, just under your jaw. "We will make it official as many times as you would like." You mimicked her statement from earlier in the same seductive tone, sending her tail lashing at the air behind her.
Etuwa let out something like a groan, leaning down on one elbow to support herself as her hand slid behind your head. As she rested her weight on one arm, placed right beside your head, the muscle in her bicep flexed naturally in your peripheral. The sight of it drew a shudder up your spine, ears pinning softly.
Her steady fingers brushed the base of your kuru gently, carefully bringing it over your shoulder to meet it with hers. Tendrils embraced, locking and connecting you by a force that ran deeper than the roots of Pandora. All you could do was smile, like you did every time you made tsaheylu with Etuwa. It felt as if the very essence of her soul was washed over you. It filled you with peace, yes, but also intense affection and, below that, the same strong hunger that stirred in your body. She hummed, leaning her head down to press a long kiss to your temple. Everything you felt from the connection, she did too. It was truly a blissful thing.
You hooked a couple of fingers under her chin, dragging her mouth back to yours. When they met, you felt her whole body melt into you. It was intoxicating, having her body so close to you, every curve fitting into place like pieces of a puzzle.
Eventually, Etuwa broke the kiss, slowly sitting up onto her knees. You followed her there, quick to place both hands on either side of her hips. "Want to touch you." You muttered, leaning in to place several open-mouthed kisses across her chest. She had other plans, you could tell, but she still allowed you to indulge in this, sighing as a hand curled inward to swipe a finger through her folds, finding the slick waiting for you there.
Her hands cupped your neck with all the gentleness she could muster, head right beside yours to make sure every sound she made went right into your ear. You did a fantastic job of drawing those sounds out of her. Etuwa moaned shamelessly as your fingers circled her clit, throwing away any self-control she had left.
Slowly, you ran your fingers down to her entrance, hooking one inside her. It was quickly followed by a second as her hips rocked forward. While your fingers worked diligently, your mouth resumed its task at her chest, lips and tongue trailing to the side of her breast. You sucked at her skin, making sure it was enough to leave a little mark before moving on, dragging your mouth to her nipple to use your tongue there.
Your thumb resumed circling her clit, slowly building heat inside her. It was easily shared through the bond, the gradual approach of her high. But before you could chase it for her, she took you by the wrist and pulled your hand away from her. The loss of contact was a strong feeling, one that even you protested. But she still had her other plans.
Etuwa leaned forward, gently laying you back down against the furs. They were soft below your body, wrapping you in its warmth as your lover positioned herself over top of you once again. "I think it is time they all know you are mine." She told you, head tilting so her lips could easily find the skin of your neck. Slowly, savoring every second, she let her mouth fall open, sucking intensely at your skin until there was a fresh mark. You couldn't help but moan at the feeling.
One of her hands came up to hold the other side of your head, bracing you as she moved onto the next spot, lower on your neck now. This time, her pointed teeth participated, leaving a bite mark that perfectly matched the one on your hip. The moan was replaced with a subtle hiss, one of your hands moving to grip at her waist.
She repeated this process until she was satisfied, a trail of visible marks blooming across your skin. Her gaze raked over them before finding your face, a grin on her lips that showed the teeth responsible for the handywork. "We will see now if they still believe I am only courting you." She told you, thumb brushing back and forth along your jaw.
You breathed a blissful laugh, watching your mate as she slid down your body to position herself between your legs. Your body felt as if it was on fire, sensing how close her heat was to yours. All it would take is the slightest movement at her hips to make contact.
That is exactly what she did.
While her strong arms embraced you, half supporting, half pinning your body against the floor, she sank herself down onto you. Skin met skin in the most euphoric way, drawing out a mixture of gasps and moans from both of you. You would never get used to this feeling.
"You are perfect." She mumbled, voice drunk off the sensation that ran between your bodies. Once you had caught your breath—or more accurately, once your need had grown too strong to ignore, she began a slow grind against you, heat sparking with every movement. You could do nothing but relish in the feeling of the sensitive contact, clit rolling and sliding against hers in a way that stole what air was left in your lungs.
The powerful sensation of her rhythmic thrusts, mixed with the shared pleasure through tsaheylu, brought that knot back to your stomach. You could feel it in hers as well, building at the same steady pace. "We are close, ma yawntu. You are doing so well." She breathed out between moans, eliciting the sharp thump of your tail against the ground beside you.
Her weight suddenly shifted to intensify her angle, significantly amplifying the pleasure that bloomed in your body. It was everywhere; through your legs that fought not to tremble, in your pelvis that continuously took on the strength of hers, across your skin that felt touched by the sun itself. Your hips bucked upward instinctively to chase the feeling.
"Yawne," You spoke almost weakly as the heat between you approached its head. She somehow maintained her pace, even increasing it despite the way you could feel her coming undone. You felt her movements grow a little messier with each passing second.
"Finish with me, ma yawntu." She encouraged you, uttering the words directly into your pointed ear. There was something like a whimper laced into her words, truly losing any last shred of her composure. You took no convincing beyond that.
The climax crashed over both of you, muscles tensing and hips stuttering. The sounds that fell from both of your lips were a reflection of the pure ecstasy that rolled through you, moans and cries mixing into a perfect melody. Etuwa rode your core through all of it, until your bodies came back down and every last ounce of fluid was mixed and dripping down your thighs. When you finally did recover, she practically collapsed on top of you, body still firmly pressed to yours.
"Do you think they will notice now?" She teased suddenly, face buried in the curve of your neck. You could feel her satisfied grin at the work she had done. Thanks to the obvious marks left across your body and the overwhelming combined scents of you and her, anyone who saw you within the next few days would know exactly what had happened.
You breathed a final sigh, unable to help but let a few breathless laughs bubble to the surface. "Yes, I think they will notice." You assured, pulling her in to hold her tightly against you. Even if they didn't, you would make it known now that Etuwa was yours. Rumors could continue if they wished, but that would always be true.
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it’s a long and complicated story of how you got into the whole business in the first place. but it stands to be the fastest and greatest way to make money in any galaxy
people pay you to take things you shouldn’t have to where they shouldn’t be for extraordinary prices. and who are you to say no when someone anonymous sends you a message on your secure telecommunication channel, triple what you’re used to getting
the job is simple, sneak onto an RDA shipping vessel, grab the crate with the serial numbers that were sent to you, and deliver them to a busy port station you know well
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you can not loose it and when it does make its mark, it hits you right to your engine and sends you flying through space completely out of control
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