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You find out that Neteyam doesn’t see you like a little sister.

Use of the “it’s cold so we have to share a bed” trope, and step bro Neteyam. Enjoy! 💋

It was dark, and the snores of your host family were quiet against the cool air. You could just barely make out their shapes around the room: Jake, with Neytiri’s head nestled against his chest. Arms wrapped around eachother for warmth. Kiri, Lo’ak and Tuk were snuggled up in a pile, snoring softly.

You shivered from your corner of the room. It was a cool night, which was rare for pandora, and to combat the chill the whole family had fallen asleep around the fire. It was now a pile of glowing red coals, and you were freezing with cold. Your teeth chattered, and you stared into the dying fire, willing it to warm your bones. Your eyes wandered to Neteyam, sleeping peacefully on the opposite side of the room. He was still, snoring softly and his usually hard expression was softened by sleep.

You were frozen, but there was no way you’d go snuggle up to him. Of course, if you did work up the courage to do so, he’d welcome you into his haven, warm you up no questions asked, but your face heated at the thought of feeling him. Being so close. His bare chest flush against your back. He would be able to feel your heart racing, threatening to beat out of your chest.

Another breeze wafted through the room. You decided to join Kiri, Tuk and Lo’ak. You rose, muscles stiff with inadequate sleep, and padded your way across the cold, packed mud floor.

“Kiri.” You shook her shoulder gently. “Kiri, can I sleep with you guys?”

She grimaced in her sleep. “There’s not enough blanket. Just go sleep with Neteyam.”

Your cheeks heated at her words. Of course she hadn’t meant it like that. But nonetheless the sentence got your imagination running wild. You ignored the blush creeping across your face. “Please?”

She shook her head and rolled over.

“Fine.” Maybe this was a good thing. Maybe It would be like exposure therapy, you could finally leave your childish crush on your step brother in the past, move on.

Who were you kidding, it in your blood. You hugged yourself tightly and padded over to him. His expression had changed now, his lips where pursed and he looked focused. Your heart was beating rapidly as you softly called out to him. “Neteyam?” You hated bothering him, you always despised feeling like a nuisance, especially to him. He was always so composed and mature. It intimidated you; it made you feel like too much. To loud, to feisty. “”Teyam?”

He turned his head towards you. “Oh, hey.” His voice was raspy with sleep his lids heavy. He sat up, propped on his elbow, and you fought the urge to glance down at his bare chest.

Your voice was quiet “Sorry for waking you, but I’m freezing over there in my corner, and Kiri said there’s no room with her, so-“ He stretched his arm out and lifted the thin blanket for you in one languid movement. You smiled sheepishly at him. “Thanks.”

You crouched, getting under the blanket, and as soon as your leg grazed his, he breathed out, “You’re freezing. Come here.” You melted at his words. His arm gently wrapped around your waist, fingers leaving a hot, tingling trail behind them, and he drew you into his chest. He was hot and hard, and made no move to remove his hand, draped across your soft waist. Your breath was shallow, as if anything more would make the precious moment dissipate. You laid in silence.

His fingers moved, spreading out across your belly, his hand was huge against you. Your heart raced are you imagined it everywhere. Against your hip, cupping your breasts, in your- His soft voice startled you out of your wild thoughts, “I was dreaming about you.”

“Yeah?” Your eyes widened in the darkness. “What happened?”

He hummed. “Nothing important.” He never was a man of many words.

You turned around to face him, and adjusted your position, head resting on your bent arm. His arm now wrapped around your back. Your faces were close. Your legs tangled. “You can’t just say that and then brush off the question. Dreams are important.”

“You’re right.” His eyes glistened with jest. “Ok, I’ll tell you when you’re older.” He joked. It was something he used to say when you were a child, and he wanted to avoid an interrogation. Your 7 year old self had looked up at him, “Can you teach me how shoot an arrow?” Or “how are babies made?” And that had been his go to line. Now, it was no longer a valid one.

The time has come for him to finally be open, present you with all the answers he’d ever kept from you, yet he’d done the opposite. Bottled them up and thrown them away. “I am older. I’m not a little girl anymore.”

He looked at you intently, an eyebrow quirked. “I see that.”

“Really?” You frowned slightly, “I feel like you treat me exactly the same.”

He cleared his throat, “Well I don’t see you the same, trust me.”

You looked up at him, his lips were slightly parted and his lids were heavy. His eyes searched your face. You felt lightheaded, mouth dry. His eyes darted to your mouth as you licked your lips. Your breasts rose and fell with heavy breaths.

“You still see me like a little sister though…” You pried. You needed this, an answer. Either way, whether it cut your heart out painfully or filled it up to the brim, it was something you needed to know.

He hummed and you felt the vibration. “Tuk’s my little sister, not you.”

You smiled at him, and his eyes glowed with the reflection of the dying embers. His guard was down, you decided to test the waters, your fingers traced up his arm. Goosebumps appeared, to your delight. “So, big bro, you dream about me a lot?”

His eyes widened, ever so slightly before he regained his ever present composure, he joked, “They’re more like nightmares, actually.”

You rolled your eyes at his tease. Your brain searched hastily for a quick jab back, a witty response. “You mean wet dreams.” It tumbled out fortuitously. You hadn’t t meant to say it really. Had you? Your eyes widened and you bit your tongue. You felt your skin prickle with embarrassment, and, something else. Excitement.

He raised his eyebrows. “Oh, that’s where your mind went? Dirty girl.” It sounded filthy, dirtier than he’d meant it. Now it was his turn to redden. But it was out there now. Both of you continued, cautiously entering a place of no return. You felt on fire. Senses heightened with arousal at the exchange of banter. And his nickname. Oh, his nickname. Dirty girl. You were slick.

“Hey. I just said what we were both thinking.” You tilted your head at him. His breath was hot across your face. A silence fell upon the two of you. His arms held you tight, anchoring you to the ground.

He quirked an eyebrow. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” You echoed, thoughtlessly. Nothing but him, occupied your mind.

You traced your finders up his arm, and he flexed slightly beneath your touch. You felt them up. Hands dwarfed by his large arms. You slowed, running your hands up his shoulder and to his neck. You could feel his pulse there, and you continued, finally resting at the nape of his neck. Your blunt nails gently scratching his hot skin. He leaned down. Your pulse was pounding. Limbs tingling with anticipation. His lips brushed your cheek and your felt his hard cheekbones rise with a smile. He breathed in deeply, chest brushing your breasts.

“Y’ smell good.” His voice was soft.

You tingled at his compliment. Again, you blurted out, “I taste good too.” He chuckled gently at your witty invite, and you melted at the raspy sound. He leaned down and his lips brushed yours. He was needy. So were you. His lips moved with yours, soft and warm. They parted and he opened his mouth, inviting your tongue to meet his. It was hot and wet. You pressed your body against his, hips flush. He breathed in sharply as your lower stomach brushed the prominent bulge at his pelvis.

You grinned and pulled away, a thin, lewd string of saliva connecting your mouths, a tangible reminder of what had just occurred. You brushed his hip with teasing fingers and gestured to his hard on with your chin. “Yeah, sure it wasn’t a wet dream.”

Neteyam is like an older brother to you…until he isnt. Gets a little steamy at the end, enjoy!

…

Neteyam had always been like an older brother to you. The Sullys had taken you in after your parents had died in battle years ago, and you had basically grown up together. You had always been incredibly close with the oldest son, but recently, you’d begun to notice a shift in your platonic dynamic. The way his eyes would linger on your just a little too long from across the room made you wonder if your life long dream had finally come into fruition. 

For as long as you can remember you’d had feelings for Neteyam. The way he stood, slightly reserved, backed away from the action before him. You loved the way his shoulders hunched slightly, as if he was hyper aware of his tall stature, wanting to slouch to put others at ease. He was tall now, and broad too, with large hands you loved to watch at work. The hands that had showed you how to sharpen a blade, shoot an arrow. He was only a year and a half older than you, but he knew so much about things that were alien to you, and he was always so patient. In turn you would teach him how to mend his clothing, or what berries he could snack on while he was out during a hunt.

You loved the way his belt sat low on his hips, and the way his hair swayed when he walked with the confidence radiated from him. You had only ever had eyes for him, your Neteyam. 

But recently, he’d seemed to become more reserved toward you. He would keep his replies to your questions short and curt, eyes averted when you spoke to him. It hurt. 

…

It was true he was avoiding you, but not for the reason you had assumed.

If only you knew. If you knew the way he watched you, how your hips swayed as you walked, or your cheeks peeked out from below your sash. How he would stare as you bent down to gather mushrooms. How your hair fell loosely down your back to the dimples just above your sash that sat just a little too low on your hips- he had to tear his eyes away. His face was heated. 

How could this happen? One day something had changed. One day you were grown, and you were beautiful and he wanted you. He’d imagined so many things, dirty things that would never happen. He thought about you when he laid in bed at night, just a room away. If he’d had the guts-or the insanity, he could get up, and go to you, touch you, feel you. You’d been his first wet dream, he remembered waking up a mess, inside and out. The thought made him crazy. What would his parents think? What would you think? He had to distance himself. Perhaps try to find a girl, someone other than you, to distract himself. 

…

It was the day of celebration, a new year was beginning and it was a night to welcome a time of plenty and blessings. You were in your room that you shared with Kiri, finishing getting ready. It was dark out, and almost everyone had left to set up the tables for food, or start the bonfire. Lamps hung around your vanity, and jewelry was strewn about the table top. 

Of course, you had decided you wanted a new chest covering for the day. Making clothing pieces was your favourite pastime, and you were known as one of the best sewers in the clan. It made you happy to help out in that small way, mending and creating clothes for the tribe. Tonight, you had made something especially feminine and slightly daring. It was short, and if you lifted your arms the swell of your breast peeked out from below the fabric. You told yourself it was only for you, but a small voice in the back of your head couldn’t let you forget about your unrequited love. Perhaps he would glance your way. You’d saved the sewing for the last minute and now you were frantically finishing up your hair before changing into your outfit.

You inspected yourself in the mirror. You had to admit, you looked good. Gold rings adorned your hair which had a few tiny braids, scattered about. Thick dark waves fell down your back and a little pink jewel hung just above your forehead. Your chest covering was done and you tied the two straps behind your neck, struggling slightly with all the different strings. Why did you make this so complicated? You reached for the the bottom two but when you tied them together it ended up untying the knot you had just made. Fuck. You groaned.

Deciding this was fruitless labor you ventured out into the common room to see if Kiri or Neytiri was still home. 

“Hey can someone help me?” No one was insight.

“Yeah one sec.” Neteyams voices floated through the wall to your ears. You felt light headed. 

“Oh its okay I-” 

He was emerging from his room. He looked so good. His face was relaxed. His eyes danced with the reflection of the fire in the middle of the room. They travelled down to where you clutched your top to your chest and widened ever so slightly and he straightened, clearing his throat. “Oh-uh, need me to do up the back? I dont think anyone else is home.”

You gulped. “Um, yeah actually, thanks.” You smiled at him and he smiled back.  It had been a while since you’d been this close to him and your heart was beating out of your chest- he could probably hear it. You wanted to kick yourself, he saw you as a little sister, nothing more. Nothing more. 

He walked up to you, eyes lingering on your top, “Turn around.” His voice was deep, quiet. You obeyed, and his fingered brushed your shoulderblade as he swept your hair over your shoulder. 

“’S too short.” He said it matter-a-factly, referring to your new garment.

You heated up, “Erm, I wanted something fun.” Why were you embarrassed? Ashamed? It wasn’t his place to say. He was just being protective. Like an older brother would.

“You shouldn’t wear this kind of thing, the guys will talk about you.” 

“Oh? Maybe I want them to.” You were teasing him, but he didn’t bite your line.

“Trust me, you don’t.” He was hard behind you, but knew he had little grounds for jealousy. He changed the subject, “Ok, tell me what to do.” You melted, and decided to let it go. 

“The right bottom string gets tied with the left top string, and vice versa.” 

You could feel him tying the correct strings together, he was intent, meticulous.

“Are you triple knotting it?” You grinned. 

“What? I can’t have it falling off at the celebration, It would all be my fault. Plus imagine-” he trailed off. You glanced back at him. 

“What?” 

“Nothing.” He blushed and went back to work. It was quiet again, but for the crackling of the fire. 

“Why dont we talk anymore, ‘Teyam.” You blurted out. He blew out a breath of air he’d subconsciously been holding. 

“What do you mean? We talk.”

“No we don’t. Not like we used to.” 

A pause. “I don’t know I guess things have changed a bit. We’re older now.”

You straightened, “Hell, it’s time for you to start looking for a mate.” You were testing the waters. He glanced at you, looking up as he finished his work. He dropped his hands and they grazed your striped waist, leaving a tingly trail behind them. You turned to face him slowly, your chests were so close they threatened to touch. Your breasts rose as your breath hitched. 

“Oh, yeah? Why, is there someone I should have in mind?” He was teasing. Your eyes flickered to his mouth.

Me you wanted to whisper, yell at him. “I dont know… What are you looking for? A hunter?” Your voice was quiet, timid.

He shrugged, “Not really my type.” 

“Cook? Tutseya makes a mouth watering stew” 

He shook his head. “I dont want Tutseya.”

You looked up at him through your lashes. How could you tell him you wanted him. How could you tell him that you thought of him every minute of every day. 

He tilted his head. He was trying to read you. Calculating his next move, making sure he didn’t misread a single sign. His voice was low. “I like sewers.” Your eyes widened with realization. You’re breasts grazed his chest and he tensed. 

“I sewed this.” You whispered, gesturing to your top.

“I know.” His eyes searched yours. 

“’Teyam.” You felt light headed, your hands found his upper arms, clutching at him as if he would keep you from floating away. You looked up at him with glassy eyes full of emotion. “’Teyam please don’t tease me.” 

His eyes softened with kindness, and he raised his large hand to cradle the back of your head. He pulled at your hair, tilting you face up towards him. He tilted his head and paused as your lips grazed each other, and you tried to move toward him, held back by his grip on your hair. Now he was teasing you. 

“Never.” Then he kissed you, soft and deep. He was hot and enveloping and he smelled like damp earth. Your grasp on his arms tightened and his other hand pulled you in by your lower back, so that your pelvises were flush. His body was hard and strong and you melted into his touch like putty, arms wrapping around his neck. 

His hand grabbed the waistband of your loincloth just above your ass, tugging it upwards involuntarily, and you felt the friction in your core. You jumped, and he grinned into the kiss. He pulled at it again and you groaned softly.

His mouth traveled to your neck, leaving sloppy kisses behind. “I’ve wanted to do this for so long, you don’t even know.” He mumbled.

You’re lips parted, “Trust me I know.” His hand tightened in your hair. 

“Why did we wait so long?” His words came out as a groan.

Suddenly his ears perked up and his mouth left your neck. His head turned and he stepped away from you, your hands reached out to follow him involuntarily at the loss of heat. He tugged your loincloth back down to it’s original spot with a languid hand seconds before the door swung open.

“What are you two losers doing here? Ive been looking everywhere for you!” Loak was smirking. He didn’t notice your glassy eyes or puffy lips. The way your chest was heaving.

“Um,” you felt dizzy, “We were just heading out.” You looked up at Neteyam with pupils blown wide, and he nodded.

“After you,” he smiled, his large hand pressing the small of your back. How good it was to have him near you again.