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There was a lot to hate about coming back in this body. Lyle found the strength and speed fun and was happy it made him a better soldier. It was the little everyday things that grated on his nerves. Like navigating rooms that were just not built for his size or the food. Lab coats had swiped anything appealing from him, demanding he follow the strict Na'vi diet. Yeah because that's what every man wants after a hard day, grubs and...was that bark?

He poked at his plate, shifting the odd coloured food around. Most of the others seemed to be working their way through the meal. Though most still pulled faces or swallowed items whole to avoid the texture.

"Lighten up bud!" Fike smiled and jabbed him in the ribs. Lyle grunted, knocking his shoulder. He couldn't even he angry in peace. Every twitch of his ears or flick of tail sang his feelings to the world. There was no hiding how he felt at any given moment.

A light hand settled on his shoulder, giving a tight squeeze before you draped your body against his back. Lyle felt his tell tail purr rising in his chest and fought to suppress it. He'd purr to his hearts content in private with you but the sound embarrassed him in front of his team mates.

"Hey babe." He grinned as your head shifted over his shoulder. You pecked his cheek before heading back to work. Lyle supposed the one upside to being so readable was you. He'd not have had the courage to ask you out himself, not while he was still adjusting anyway. You'd been familiar with avatars and even some natives though. On your first date you'd told him how you'd caught his body language and it'd given you the push to go for it.

Still he'd been the first lean in for a kiss, to open your relationship to a more physical space. He could keep his pride at that. He found you later that evening, tugging you against him.

You shared lazy kisses in his bed. He didn't think either of you wanted to go much further tonight, both being already so tiered. Still it was enough just to be close. He had lain with his back against the wall, his knees raised so you could sit against his thighs. Your legs supporting your weight by pressing against backboard. It left you spread wide as each foot was on either side of his broad chest.

Part of him still preened over your height difference. It felt good to be so much bigger, stronger. Being able to scoop you up like you weighed nothing at all or caging you between his arms under him. His cock twitched just thinking about it.

Lyle leaned forward intent of capturing your lips once more but was stopped by a painful tug. He let out a hiss, tugging the braid forward. It'd been caught behind him and the sensitive core hadn't liked being pulled. He hated the appendage, he'd shaved his head for a reason before and now he was stuck with this 4 foot nuisance.

You cooed, running your fingers down the length of the braid. It hadn't been something you'd talked about but Lyle could tell it fascinated you. Beyond being something to tug or grasp when he was on top of you, it was something that intrigued your scientists mind.

However you seemed to be holding back from your interest. Perhaps it was a cultural thing for the Na'vi? Something Lyle hadn't considered relevant until now. Or considering how he reacted in bed when you touched it, maybe you thought it wasn't polite to go poking around.

Lyle gave you an easy smile, taking the braid gently from your hand. Before you could return focus to his face, he turned the end in his hand. The loose hair at the bottom fell away, revealing the searching nerves.

He kept in a laugh at your widening eyes, instead admiring the reflected glow in them. The nerves danced, swirling around in their exploration. Your hand twitched, rising a centimeter before stilling again. Lyle met you questioning gaze and answered by passing you the braid.

Your grip was loose and gentle. Lyle felt his breath hitch at the contact. Your fingers rising again to the scouting tendrils. He felt stripped bare, every sense alive and focused on you. He understood your hesitation now. Had this been anyone but you it'd have felt a violation. Instead he felt whole, an overwhelming sense of completeness as he stared down at your fingers.

Just a couple more millimeters and you'd make contact. Your eyes flicked up again to his, asking for the final permission. Lyle's eyes dragged away from your hands, meeting your own. He couldn't see what you did. The way his pupils were blown, his slack face with an expression teetering on trepidation.

Still Lyle nodded and you let a finger tip brush the light hair like receptors on a tendril. It jumped, flicking back before probing forward. The bundle reached out as a whole now and wrapping around, across your palm and in between each finger.

It was a strange sensation. You'd liken it to the sting of a nettle, except where it burned through your nerves these soothed. Your skin felt warm and buzzing in the areas around each nerves grip. Your eyes moved from the strange sight back to Lyle.

At first you registered the expression as pain but in the same moment realized it wasn't. It was the same expression he'd made when his own bliss tipped over the edge and euphoria washed through him. A low growl escaped his lips.

Lyle couldn't find words to describe how it felt. Every cell of his being alive and aware and dragging him into you, through you. All at once he felt himself affixed to you. If he'd allowed himself to believe in a soul he'd have said his had been tethered to yours. No it was stronger than that, you'd been welded together. Your everythings melted down and made to one whole.

You stayed like that, each moment passing intertwined together in an ancient rite. When Lyle's face relaxed and his eyes fluttered open, you moved to untangle your hand. His hand caught your wrist firmly, the other moving quickly to cup your face.

"No." He pushed out. He found his words caught in his throat, unable to fully express the instinctual drives puppeting him now. Though he couldn't articulate it he knew in his being that he had began something. That he needed to complete it. He needed to mate you.

You felt heat pool in your core. The tingling warmth spreading from your hand, running through your veins. You let out a needy whine as your hip twitched involuntarily. A desperation growing in your mind with each infinitely long second. Lyle wasn't close enough, you needed him closer, as close as he could get.

Lyle felt himself slip further and further. His mouth crashing against yours, all teeth and tongue. Gone was any hint of the exhaustion he'd felt before. You gripped his face with your free hand, letting out a keening whine when his mouth moved to your neck. Lyle tipped you back gently, resting you in the nest of blankets.

His senses flooded with the scent of you, the fresh waves of your arousal almost stung with their intensity. His hands were too slow to unbutton so he opted for shredding, tearing the layers that so wrongfully separated your skin from his. His own boxers where ripped off last, freeing his swelling cock, already unsheathed.

You tried to sit up, to reach and pull Lyle to you but his large hand pushed your chest back down. You mewled in despair, needing desperately to feel him again. Lyle's other hand stroked through your folds, so wet already from the lazy make-out or maybe some instinct to prepare you for him.

He couldn't wait, satisfied you were already prepared he plunged in. You screamed out, gripping the sheets as he rolled back and snapped back in. The rapture flooding your senses left you shaking already, your walls tightening and milking Lyle's strokes.

He lent down over you, pulling your back up so he could mouth against your chest. Swirling tongue around each nipple in turn, nuzzling into the flesh. His other hand kneading breast, hip, thigh before falling to your clit. You let out another wail, digging nails into his back, other hand twitching against the glowing tendrils.

Lyle could already feel himself reaching his summit, his hips stuttering and stokes becoming uneven. He pressed and circled your clit more, desperate to feel your release around him first. He tucked his head into the crook of your neck, sucking the flesh. Your moans were louder now, your own pleasure so intense your mouth hung open and a light drool leaked.

Lyle felt his fangs burn in his mouth, heat throbbing through them with a need he didn't understand. He grazed them against the flesh of your throat. Your hips bucked, your velvety falls pressing against his cock, milking his orgasm out of him. You screamed his name, wave after wave coursing through you as he rode it out. His cum painting your walls as he bit down on at the base of your neck.

You barely felt it passed the euphoria, your head spinning, vision starring. His tongue flattening and swiping up the trickles of blood. Lyle felt spent, pulling out from you and flopping weakly against your chest. The tendrils of his queue retracted, freeing your hand again. You felt almost faint, the intensity of your orgasm leaving you more exhausted than ever.

You flexed the hand, feeling a buzz through its numbness. It took a few more minutes before you became aware of the pain in your neck, the burning wound bringing reality back to you.

"Did you bite me?" You whispered, a nervous laugh tickling past your lips. Lyle's head snapped up, eyes zeroing in on the indents of his teeth. He felt a sudden wave of fear pass through him. He'd went too far, you'd be pissed and you'd leave and he couldn't have that. Still even though his queue was back behind him, he felt the same connection to you. He couldn't bare the severing of it, you couldn't leave you were his!

Your hand met his cheek, stroking it gently as your eyes fluttered shut. Lyle's heart settled, shifting himself up to curl around you. His throat still swallowed his words so he let his hands circle round you, tugging you against his chest, his tail wrapping around your thigh.