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Tsireya's lips pull into a frown, fingertips dipping into the bowl of fresh water in her lap.
Lo'ak winces when she touches his marred skin, head jerking back forcefully. She clicks her tongue in displeasure, hooking a thin digit under his chin to gently guide his face back toward hers. Her brow pinches as rounded eyes glance over his battered features.
“He looks worse.” He mutters the words with a tiny smirk, trying to ease the worry shining beneath brilliant turquoise.
Her free hand shoves against his chest, though the gesture has no power behind it. “Skxawng (idiot).”
Though, secretly, it does bring her some comfort to know that Lo'ak had bested his opponent, it doesn't help that it was her brother he'd been fighting. Again.
“I’m sorry, Reya.” His fingers curl around her wrist, pressing her palm closer to the place above his thrumming heart. “He was teasing Kiri. Called her a freak.”
She sighs heavily, nodding in silent understanding. Her brother wasn't always the easiest to get along with, to make friends with. He wasn't nearly as welcoming as she'd been when the Sully's arrived months ago, and he hadn't let up since.
Truthfully, when the outsiders landed on the beach with their Ikran's, she was excited. The chance to meet Na'vi so different from her would only come once in a lifetime, and she wanted to cherish it.
It's why she jumped at the chance to teach them the Metkayina way. Especially when it came to her reckless forest boy. Their connection was immediate, Lo'ak's captivating gaze meeting hers in a way that had her dipping her chin in embarrassment, cheeks warming.
He hisses as her free hand continues cleaning the gash above his right eye, fingers tightening around her wrist. Her bottom lip tucks between sharp teeth, the motion igniting the low simmering heat between her legs.
She leans forward slowly, intending to land a sweet kiss on his cheek to soothe the pain. At the last second, he quickly turns his head, capturing her lips with his instead. She responds eagerly, smiling into the kiss before pulling back with a giggle.
“Lo'ak, I'm not done.” She tries to scold him, but can't help the grin that splits her feigned annoyance.
He hums low in his throat, hand leaving her arm to cradle the side of her neck, fingers tangling into the hair at the base of her skull. He easily pulls her in, lips caressing hers in a silent plea for permission.
“I’m fine.” He murmurs, brushing his lips over hers again.
A breathy sigh fills the tiny space between them before she leans forward, closing the distance. Lo'ak's heart soars, still not used to the fact that he gets to do this, gets to have her, whenever he wants. His eyes flutter, lips parting to dart his tongue into her waiting mouth.
Tsireya's hand, still resting on his chest, smooths upward until her arm loops around his neck, drawing him closer. His legs part, feet tucked beneath strong thighs, to provide more stability as he wraps his free arm around her waist and hoists her from a seated position.
Her lips jerk away from his at the sudden movement, a gasp rolling up her throat. He lifts her easily, spreading her legs to slot himself between them.
She's now perched on his lap, straddling his waist on the floor of the Tsahik marui. The bulge beneath his loincloth is nestled firmly between her legs, and he groans at the feeling of her warmth enveloping him. His lips claim hers again, hand at the back of her neck guiding her forward gently.
She sighs against him, hips involuntarily grinding along his hardened length. He lets out a low grunt, fingers flexing on her thigh. She does it again, the corner of her mouth twitching into a tiny smirk against him. He shudders, lips becoming more feverish against hers.
“Lo'ak...” She tries again, one last attempt to get them back on track, when he moves onto planting wet, open-mouthed kisses down her neck.
“You wanna make me feel better, right?” He grumbles, twisting his head to plant another searing kiss on her lips.
“I don’t think—” She giggles, pulling away just enough to mumble the words against his lips before he's on her again.
“I don’t need all this stuff. I just need you.” His first two fingers sneak under the tie of her loincloth, dragging them from the outside of her hip until they rest just above her warming center.
“Okay, okay.” She soothes, lifting her hips enough so that he can eagerly rip the garment from her body.
She watches with a grin, arms tangled around his neck, loving the way he’s so hungry for her. No matter how many times they do this, it’s like the first time for him, a boyish excitement illuminating his eyes.
He makes quick work of removing his own loincloth, heavy-lidded gaze locked on the way her hips sway above him. His head rolls back when she lowers herself slightly, dragging her glistening core over his hard cock. He groans, the sound covering her tiny whimper.
“Fuck, Reya. I need—can I?” He’s already gone, just one caress of her pussy has him delirious with desire.
She nods feverishly, but he shakes his head, bringing it forward again to cover her neck with kisses.
“Need your words, baby.” He trembles beneath her when she grinds herself against him again.
“Yes, Lo’ak, fuck me.” She purrs into his ear, thighs clenching around him to close any remaining distance.
He could cum just from that, just from hearing those filthy words on her sweet tongue. Suddenly feeling impatient, he grips the base of his cock with one hand, the other closing around the side of her neck. He jerks her mouth back to his, devouring her lips as he slowly enters her.
She moans, high pitched and breathy, face trying to lift toward the ceiling. He growls, low in his chest, a warning not to pull away. Their kiss becomes heated, all tongues and teeth as his hand leaves the place between them. Long fingers clamp around her hip, lifting her languidly before guiding her back down.
Tsireya mewls, face screwing in pleasure against his. Her walls flutter around him, eliciting another long groan from deep in his belly. He maintains the steady pace, driving his cock in and out of her warmth with a gentle firmness.
Soft moans and ragged breaths are the only sounds in the tent for several minutes. They hold each other so close, they could almost be mistaken for one from a distance. Finally, Tsireya can’t take it for a moment longer, needing more to get her release.
Small fingers find his scalp, tangling in his braids before she pulls.
“Shit, Reya.” He cries out, mouth ripping away from hers as he throws his head back, hips rutting up into her forcefully. She sighs happily and shifts higher onto her knees, giving her more leverage to slam herself down onto him.
He takes the hint and maneuvers her onto the floor, long curls splayed around her head as she smiles up at him softly. He’s quick to reconnect their lips, needing to be touching her in as many places as possible. One hand balls into a fist beside her head, supporting his weight as he drills into her heatedly.
The fingertips of his free hand find her slick core, circling her clit just the way he knows she likes. Her back arches, the added stimulation exactly what she needs to ignite that sweet tension in her lower belly.
“Oh, Lo’ak—I…” She gasps, unable to form the words as he thrusts into her at a bruising pace.
“Yeah, that’s it, baby girl. Gonna cum for me?” He grunts, completely breathless, his own high approaching rapidly.
She whimpers beneath him, cheeks flaming at the lewd dirty talk. Despite the slight embarrassment, she loves it, the words fanning the flame of desire in her stomach. She suddenly tenses, muscles pulling taunt for a split second before she shatters around him.
Her back bows from the earth, legs winding around his hips to bring him impossibly closer. The walls of her pussy spasm around his cock, hurling him toward an intense orgasm. He growls, arms nearly giving out as he trembles, spilling his release into her womb.
His forehead lowers to hers, chest heaving to soothe ragged breaths. Her eyes fall closed for a few seconds, relishing in the wave of contentment that washes over her.
“I think I still need a little more healing.” He murmurs cheekily against her neck, peppering the damp skin with gentle pecks.
She laughs against him, hands weakly pushing against his chest. He doesn’t budge an inch, hips languidly rocking against hers once again.
“Skxawng (idiot).” She repeats her earlier insult, lips pulling into a big grin.