Brotherhood Ch 32 (pt 2)
Yes, this chapter is so massive I had to post it in two parts >.>
Pure inky blackness was the first thing Jake became aware of as the bond was made. Unlike when he had linked with a horse or Luke or any of the thanator babies, he wasn't aware of the body of the other creature he'd linked to, unlike when he had linked with Neytiri, he didn't get a rushing wave of emotion, there was just...blackness. A blackness so intense, in fact, that it was making him blind. He could still feel the firm, leathery back of toruk beneath him, could feel his arm wound around the queue to hold him on, but he couldn't see! So he did the only thing he could, he tried to push forward deeper into the blackness, to push through this...what seemed almost like a barrier between his thought's and toruk's, and after what seemed like forever but was probably only seconds, he could see again, although obviously not with his own eyes. It was almost like his dream from uniltaron. He was seeing the world through toruk's eyes...
And then, all of a sudden there was a sense of curiosity/amusement/annoyance. "You are no mate to me," she - yes, he'd thought toruk would be male, but the mental sense was definitely female - said, and the amusement seemed to be overshadowing the annoyance, at least for now, "you are far too puny. Your whole body would be lost within mine if you attempted such a thing, so you must instead wish to use my wings."
"I...yeah," Jake said, startled by the cold intelligence he sensed in her mental "voice". This girl was the epitome of "stone cold bitch" and he could only thank his lucky stars she found him amusing instead of annoying, or he had the feeling he would already have been a light snack.
"And what makes you think yourself worthy to fly the upper skies with me? You are not the first to try, you know," she said, "and I admit, the others were quite tasty little morsels. So are you another tasty morsel, or do you think you can convince me otherwise."
"What makes me worthy?" Jake repeated the question, a sense of panic beginning to swell within him. Other than his sense that this was the right - no, the only - thing to do, there was no reason he should be worthy of such an honour as to fly with toruk, and so many reasons why he wasn't worthy. He knew it was useless to try to lie through the bond of tsaheylu so he just shook his head. He might not be worthy, but he wasn't about to give up, and besides, there was something in the question that reminded him of that song Ninat had sung about the Toruk Makto before... "Actually," he said finally, "nothing makes me particularly worthy myself, but someone had to do this, the time has come again and Toruk Makto is needed for the good of the world, and I figured I was the only one crazy enough to do it."
"The only one crazy enough, is it? Let me see then, little morsel. Let me into you to see what it is you wish of my wings, and perhaps we may indeed fly together."
Jake felt her lock her wings into position to glide, and he gripped on tighter. He had a feeling this was gonna hurt a bit. "C'mon in, then," he invited her. "Watch you don't trip over anything and please 'scuse the mess." He breathed deeply in, and all of a sudden she was there. It wasn't like when he had bonded with Neytiri. They had shared each other's bodies, minds and memories in an equal, giving way. This was nothing but "take". He could feel her inside his mind, sharp beak and wicked talons rending and tearing apart his consciousness to get at the subconscious desires below. He screamed as she wriggled her whole head into him, stripped him bare and pulled his tiny, wriggling soul out, rolling it around in her mouth and tasting it...
And then all the pain was gone. She set him down as carefully as a fragile egg, creening softly to him as she put his mind back together, not a shred or a scrap out of place. "You are he who was meant for me," she said, and the curiosity had turned to contentment, "and I am to take you where you need as long as you need my wings, so where is it we will go first, partner?"
"To the Tree of Souls," Jake grinned, "we've got a job to do, and more than that, we've got an entrance to make!"
"I have always been good at making an entrance," she agreed, highly amused, "let's see if we can't send a few of the little potential mortals scurrying!"
Tom was back...he was back! Ninat felt as though her heart was about to burst out of her chest! And then she felt a wave of anger at him. She pushed away from him firmly. "You had better not ever leave like that again!" she reprimanded him, "I was so afraid for you! You wouldn't wake, and I couldn't find anyone who might know why..."
He pulled her back against his chest, and she couldn't stay angry. As the anger faded, though, the memory of the fear she had felt moved to the fore, and she clung to him, tears streaming from her eyes. "You took so long to wake," she said, "I thought I would never see your eyes open again."
"I was an idiot," he admitted, "I never should have left. I found out what would happen, but I couldn't do anything to change it, all that happened was that I got locked up and I couldn't come back to you."
"You were locked up?" she asked in surprise.
"I was, and then..." she could hear a choking sadness in his voice that she had never thought to hear from him, "...and then they took me up onto the ship, and they made me watch." He buried his face in her hair and breathed deeply, "I was so afraid for you when I saw Kelutral fall," he whispered.
This was a side of Tom she had never seen before, a vulnerability she had not suspected of him, and it melted her anger with him away completely. "I was safe, I'm still here," she said, taking one of his hands and pressing it against her cheek, "By the grace of Eywa we were kept safe here, and now she has brought you back to me again. I won't let you go this time," she warned him, "I don't want to be alone again."
"You won't have to be," he assured her, "I'm never going back there again. Not even in my tawtute body. Jake, Norm, Grace and I were all being held, and we escaped. I'm here now, and I'm not going anywhere, ever again."
"Good," she grinned. "Then since for the moment we have nowhere to go, perhaps we should discuss all those things you promised we would discuss when you returned."
"Of course," he agreed quickly, "whatever you want to talk about we'll talk about."
"Good," she shifted until she was sitting comfortably on his lap, using the small height advantage this gave her to lean forward and press her lips to his, "but I think there is only one thing which needs to be discussed, and I don't believe it will involve all that much actual talking."
As the first of the Omatikaya refugees began the trek down into ayVitrayä Ramunong, the bowl-like depression which held Vitrautral, Neytiri stood watch, doing what the healer had advised her the night before and keeping both her mind and body busy. Seze had fluttered down to her a short time ago, and she had been vastly relieved to see that her faithful companion had made it out of the high limbs of Kelutral in one piece, although why it had taken her so long to find them was something of a mystery. Neytiri had made tsaheylu to find out what she had been doing, but the only sense she could get was one of "protection/love/secret/surprise" and she couldn't tease nor cajole anything more out of the stubborn bird.
She looked out over the valley, at the steady stream of people and fa'li moving down the slope and spreading out like blue paint across the valley floor, and she wondered what would be next. She knew that there would have to be something done, they could not simply exist in ayVitrayä Ramunong forever, a people without a home, and yet...how would they now find a new home? She tried to remember if any of the songs spoke of a tribe having met with disaster and having to find a new home, a new kelutral, but couldn't bring anything immediately to mind, and in that instant, she missed Ninat more than she had since she had been forced to leave her friend among the roots. Ninat was a singer. Ninat would know the old stories, would know if such a thing had happened before and what had been done about it.
She shook her head. There was little she could do about it now. All she could do was speak to Kxawn'e later, for the information, and pray once again to Eywa to find some way to bring Ninat back to them, for the other. And thinking of prayers to Eywa, she wondered if perhaps she ought to speak to her mother. About many things, about their memories of her father, about what would happen now, but most of all, she wondered if she should tell her mother about the dream. After she had shared it with Peyral the night before, she had almost begun to believe that it wasn't crazy, that there was some chance, slim, but a chance, that the dream had been true, and if it was...
She shook her head. If it wasn't true, then her mother would truly think she had gone insane from the grief of all her losses, and if it was...well... If it was true, then surely they would know soon enough.
Tom groaned as he felt her lips touch his, and almost before he knew what he was doing he was clutching at her arms and pulling her tightly against him. After all the fear he had gone through when he thought she might be gone, after waking unsure if he would ever see her again, to have her close like this, her breath mingling with his, their lips and bodies touching, was almost more than he could have ever hoped for. Jake was right, he had wasted time that should have been so precious...
He slanted his mouth against hers and kissed her with a desperation he had never felt before. He wanted - no, he needed - to know that she was there; that this wasn't all just some sort of elaborate dream. He found his hands smoothing over her body, stroking her soft skin, memorising the contours of her body. He wished he could see her, could see how she reacted to his touch, could see her sweet, beloved face smiling at him, but in the darkness of...wherever it was they were (he still hadn't asked, but that wasn't important now), that wasn't possible, so he concentrated on his other senses instead.
She pulled back just enough to breathe, and he rested his forehead against hers, nuzzling softly against her, and her needy little whimper reminded him of the advice Jake had given him, and he let go of her with one hand to reach behind him and take his queue, bringing it forward to brush teasingly against her cheek, since he wasn't sure she would be able to see what he was doing.
She giggled softly. "Finally ready to be the one to take the first step, are you, ma Tom?" she teased, "I almost did not think you were capable of it."
"What can I say, I'm full of surprises," he laughed a little ruefully, "I told you I'd never leave you again, this is how I'll keep that prom...ise..." his words turned into a soft moan as she brought her queue up and joined it with his, accepting the choice he had offered her. As their minds blended together, he caught flashes of thoughts, sensations, memories, all passed by too fast for him to really examine them, but the strongest sense he got through all of them was an overwhelming sense of love. Deep, abiding love, and incredible arousal. He wanted, needed to join himself to her in the most intimate way possible, it was imperative, a biological directive, but at the same time, he didn't want to hurry things. He wanted to take his time, make this first joining last forever; he wanted her to remember this forever.
His hands smoothed down over her body again and back up, lifting her necklaces over her head, the soft clattering, tinkling sound as he set them down contrasting like the most beautiful music with her moans of pleasure as his fingers traced around her breasts, lifting her close to his bent head so that he could lick and then kiss each pebbled tip. He could feel the shocks of pleasure as they passed through her, making both their bodies weak with need.
"Ma Tom," she whispered, kissing the top of his head, "I didn't know..."
He chuckled. "Well, if you didn't know, then this time let me be the teacher for a little while," he said, leaning forward until he could lay her gently down on the floor and pressing his weight against her, letting her feel the heat and firmness of his aching erection. "Lesson number one: This feels good." He ground himself against her, and even through the barriers of their loincloths he could feel the warmth of her so very ready to receive him.
Even with their close connection, her hands surprised him as she reached down to loosen his loincloth and set it aside, and he groaned with need as her curious fingers began to explore.
"I have seen boys without their clothing before," she admitted, "when my brother and I were young we used to bathe together, as children do, but this part was always soft before."
"Well that's the difference when a man loves his woman," he smiled as he trailed his fingers down to her loincloth, then gasped, his fingers clenching against her hips as she rubbed her thumb over the head of his throbbing erection.
"It makes much more sense to me now," she agreed, "I had always wondered how it was possible for something so soft to fill a woman."
"Let me show you," he said with a wicked smile, peeling aside her loincloth and sliding his fingers along her and letting one press ever-so-gently into her. She arched into him, and he moved down her body, kissing, licking and nipping lightly, tracing the lines and patterns of her sanhì and glorying in the shivers and moans he elicited from her.
"Ma Tom," she moaned, "please..."
He nuzzled against her stomach, breathing in her rich scent, and kissed her bellybutton before moving back up, his body sliding against hers. He brought one of her legs up, showing her how to wrap it around his hips, caressing her, sliding his stiffened erection against her before shifting into position and pressing into her. He panted hard, his fingers clenching with the need to go slow, to draw this out, until he was seated fully within her.
Her tail twined around his, or was it his tail twining with hers? He couldn't tell anymore as he began to move, a slow rhythm quickly becoming more frenzied. He was losing himself within her in a way so far beyond anything he had ever felt before that it was almost more than his mind could process.
Or maybe it was more than he could process. Everything had begun to blur, the overload of their mingled pleasure making exact details just too much work when all of his focus was instead on what he/she/they were feeling as they moved together in the most primal of dances, and then...
...and then there was their dream. In their dream, they were sitting together beneath a beautiful tree with shimmering branches like crystal. The sun was shining and they were laughing together as they prepared lessons for the children. It was so good to see the children laugh again, even if they hadn't yet found their home...
...and then they were once again traveling, their bodies wrapped around each other in a travel nivi, their explorations of each other's now-familiar bodies unhurried until she rolled on top of him and took his hands in hers, pressing them to her stomach with the most beguiling, beautiful smile he had ever seen on her face...
...and then he watched as she chased after two impish little children, a third, tiny newborn tucked in its carrier close against her chest, before stepping out from behind the tree he'd been leaning against just in time to catch the scamps up with "monster" growls. The kids ran him ragged, but just see if he ever complained...
When they woke from the dream their hands and bodies met in the dark once again, and she giggled softly. Then she rolled them over, as she had in their dream, only this time she pinned his hands over his head and he let her, allowing her time to explore his body as much as she wanted. With nothing else to do and nowhere to go, they lost themselves in each other, finally able to be one as they had both longed to be.
Neither one of them noticed their small audience, but then, even if they had been paying attention, säftxuk were not generally seen if they didn't want to be. The small female, having finally seen enough, smoothed her frill down against her neck and turned to wriggle back through the hole they had made, her lithe body swimming through the earth and ashes almost like she swam through water. The Mother wanted this pair watched over, so she and her mate did as The Mother asked. Right now, that was all she knew.
Whew! *fans self* now that was a long time coming! I want to say a big thank-you to everyone out there who didn't give up on those two, even when Tom was being a total idiot ^_~
And now, for the (slightly less exciting but still interesting...)
Vocab:
Na'vi:
Oel ngatì kameie - I See you
tawtute / sawtute - sky person/people - human(s)
Vitrautral - the Tree of Souls
tswin - neural queue, the way the creatures of Pandora link up
tsaheylu - the bond, the link that is connected
txìm - butt, behind, ass
uniltaron - dream hunt, the "final test of becoming a man"
täftxuk / säftxuk - shadow weaver(s), shadowcat(s)
kali'weya - aracnoid, nasty scorpion-like thing
tsmuke - sister
uniltìranyu - dreamwalker - conscious avatar
uniltìrantokx - dreamwalker body - unconscious or "empty" avatar
Sa'nu - Mommy
palukan - thanator, and no this isn't a misspelling, it's the colloquial, shorter way to say "palulukan"
Sempu - Daddy
Kelutral - Hometree
Olo'eyktan - Clan leader
sanhì - stars, or bioluminescent dots
Toruk - biiiig red birdie
iknimaya - stairway to the heavens, the rite of apssage to become a hunter
ikran - banshee, the birds the Na'vi ride
Toruk Makto - a figure of legend who brings the clans together in a time of Great Sorrow
ayVitrayä Ramunong - the Well of Souls, the depression in which the Tree of Souls grows
pa'li / fa'li - direhorse(s)
nivi - sleeping hammock
Japanese:
chibi-tachi - little ones
Pure inky blackness was the first thing Jake became aware of as the bond was made. Unlike when he had linked with a horse or Luke or any of the thanator babies, he wasn't aware of the body of the other creature he'd linked to, unlike when he had linked with Neytiri, he didn't get a rushing wave of emotion, there was just...blackness. A blackness so intense, in fact, that it was making him blind. He could still feel the firm, leathery back of toruk beneath him, could feel his arm wound around the queue to hold him on, but he couldn't see! So he did the only thing he could, he tried to push forward deeper into the blackness, to push through this...what seemed almost like a barrier between his thought's and toruk's, and after what seemed like forever but was probably only seconds, he could see again, although obviously not with his own eyes. It was almost like his dream from uniltaron. He was seeing the world through toruk's eyes...
And then, all of a sudden there was a sense of curiosity/amusement/annoyance. "You are no mate to me," she - yes, he'd thought toruk would be male, but the mental sense was definitely female - said, and the amusement seemed to be overshadowing the annoyance, at least for now, "you are far too puny. Your whole body would be lost within mine if you attempted such a thing, so you must instead wish to use my wings."
"I...yeah," Jake said, startled by the cold intelligence he sensed in her mental "voice". This girl was the epitome of "stone cold bitch" and he could only thank his lucky stars she found him amusing instead of annoying, or he had the feeling he would already have been a light snack.
"And what makes you think yourself worthy to fly the upper skies with me? You are not the first to try, you know," she said, "and I admit, the others were quite tasty little morsels. So are you another tasty morsel, or do you think you can convince me otherwise."
"What makes me worthy?" Jake repeated the question, a sense of panic beginning to swell within him. Other than his sense that this was the right - no, the only - thing to do, there was no reason he should be worthy of such an honour as to fly with toruk, and so many reasons why he wasn't worthy. He knew it was useless to try to lie through the bond of tsaheylu so he just shook his head. He might not be worthy, but he wasn't about to give up, and besides, there was something in the question that reminded him of that song Ninat had sung about the Toruk Makto before... "Actually," he said finally, "nothing makes me particularly worthy myself, but someone had to do this, the time has come again and Toruk Makto is needed for the good of the world, and I figured I was the only one crazy enough to do it."
"The only one crazy enough, is it? Let me see then, little morsel. Let me into you to see what it is you wish of my wings, and perhaps we may indeed fly together."
Jake felt her lock her wings into position to glide, and he gripped on tighter. He had a feeling this was gonna hurt a bit. "C'mon in, then," he invited her. "Watch you don't trip over anything and please 'scuse the mess." He breathed deeply in, and all of a sudden she was there. It wasn't like when he had bonded with Neytiri. They had shared each other's bodies, minds and memories in an equal, giving way. This was nothing but "take". He could feel her inside his mind, sharp beak and wicked talons rending and tearing apart his consciousness to get at the subconscious desires below. He screamed as she wriggled her whole head into him, stripped him bare and pulled his tiny, wriggling soul out, rolling it around in her mouth and tasting it...
And then all the pain was gone. She set him down as carefully as a fragile egg, creening softly to him as she put his mind back together, not a shred or a scrap out of place. "You are he who was meant for me," she said, and the curiosity had turned to contentment, "and I am to take you where you need as long as you need my wings, so where is it we will go first, partner?"
"To the Tree of Souls," Jake grinned, "we've got a job to do, and more than that, we've got an entrance to make!"
"I have always been good at making an entrance," she agreed, highly amused, "let's see if we can't send a few of the little potential mortals scurrying!"
Tom was back...he was back! Ninat felt as though her heart was about to burst out of her chest! And then she felt a wave of anger at him. She pushed away from him firmly. "You had better not ever leave like that again!" she reprimanded him, "I was so afraid for you! You wouldn't wake, and I couldn't find anyone who might know why..."
He pulled her back against his chest, and she couldn't stay angry. As the anger faded, though, the memory of the fear she had felt moved to the fore, and she clung to him, tears streaming from her eyes. "You took so long to wake," she said, "I thought I would never see your eyes open again."
"I was an idiot," he admitted, "I never should have left. I found out what would happen, but I couldn't do anything to change it, all that happened was that I got locked up and I couldn't come back to you."
"You were locked up?" she asked in surprise.
"I was, and then..." she could hear a choking sadness in his voice that she had never thought to hear from him, "...and then they took me up onto the ship, and they made me watch." He buried his face in her hair and breathed deeply, "I was so afraid for you when I saw Kelutral fall," he whispered.
This was a side of Tom she had never seen before, a vulnerability she had not suspected of him, and it melted her anger with him away completely. "I was safe, I'm still here," she said, taking one of his hands and pressing it against her cheek, "By the grace of Eywa we were kept safe here, and now she has brought you back to me again. I won't let you go this time," she warned him, "I don't want to be alone again."
"You won't have to be," he assured her, "I'm never going back there again. Not even in my tawtute body. Jake, Norm, Grace and I were all being held, and we escaped. I'm here now, and I'm not going anywhere, ever again."
"Good," she grinned. "Then since for the moment we have nowhere to go, perhaps we should discuss all those things you promised we would discuss when you returned."
"Of course," he agreed quickly, "whatever you want to talk about we'll talk about."
"Good," she shifted until she was sitting comfortably on his lap, using the small height advantage this gave her to lean forward and press her lips to his, "but I think there is only one thing which needs to be discussed, and I don't believe it will involve all that much actual talking."
As the first of the Omatikaya refugees began the trek down into ayVitrayä Ramunong, the bowl-like depression which held Vitrautral, Neytiri stood watch, doing what the healer had advised her the night before and keeping both her mind and body busy. Seze had fluttered down to her a short time ago, and she had been vastly relieved to see that her faithful companion had made it out of the high limbs of Kelutral in one piece, although why it had taken her so long to find them was something of a mystery. Neytiri had made tsaheylu to find out what she had been doing, but the only sense she could get was one of "protection/love/secret/surprise" and she couldn't tease nor cajole anything more out of the stubborn bird.
She looked out over the valley, at the steady stream of people and fa'li moving down the slope and spreading out like blue paint across the valley floor, and she wondered what would be next. She knew that there would have to be something done, they could not simply exist in ayVitrayä Ramunong forever, a people without a home, and yet...how would they now find a new home? She tried to remember if any of the songs spoke of a tribe having met with disaster and having to find a new home, a new kelutral, but couldn't bring anything immediately to mind, and in that instant, she missed Ninat more than she had since she had been forced to leave her friend among the roots. Ninat was a singer. Ninat would know the old stories, would know if such a thing had happened before and what had been done about it.
She shook her head. There was little she could do about it now. All she could do was speak to Kxawn'e later, for the information, and pray once again to Eywa to find some way to bring Ninat back to them, for the other. And thinking of prayers to Eywa, she wondered if perhaps she ought to speak to her mother. About many things, about their memories of her father, about what would happen now, but most of all, she wondered if she should tell her mother about the dream. After she had shared it with Peyral the night before, she had almost begun to believe that it wasn't crazy, that there was some chance, slim, but a chance, that the dream had been true, and if it was...
She shook her head. If it wasn't true, then her mother would truly think she had gone insane from the grief of all her losses, and if it was...well... If it was true, then surely they would know soon enough.
Tom groaned as he felt her lips touch his, and almost before he knew what he was doing he was clutching at her arms and pulling her tightly against him. After all the fear he had gone through when he thought she might be gone, after waking unsure if he would ever see her again, to have her close like this, her breath mingling with his, their lips and bodies touching, was almost more than he could have ever hoped for. Jake was right, he had wasted time that should have been so precious...
He slanted his mouth against hers and kissed her with a desperation he had never felt before. He wanted - no, he needed - to know that she was there; that this wasn't all just some sort of elaborate dream. He found his hands smoothing over her body, stroking her soft skin, memorising the contours of her body. He wished he could see her, could see how she reacted to his touch, could see her sweet, beloved face smiling at him, but in the darkness of...wherever it was they were (he still hadn't asked, but that wasn't important now), that wasn't possible, so he concentrated on his other senses instead.
She pulled back just enough to breathe, and he rested his forehead against hers, nuzzling softly against her, and her needy little whimper reminded him of the advice Jake had given him, and he let go of her with one hand to reach behind him and take his queue, bringing it forward to brush teasingly against her cheek, since he wasn't sure she would be able to see what he was doing.
She giggled softly. "Finally ready to be the one to take the first step, are you, ma Tom?" she teased, "I almost did not think you were capable of it."
"What can I say, I'm full of surprises," he laughed a little ruefully, "I told you I'd never leave you again, this is how I'll keep that prom...ise..." his words turned into a soft moan as she brought her queue up and joined it with his, accepting the choice he had offered her. As their minds blended together, he caught flashes of thoughts, sensations, memories, all passed by too fast for him to really examine them, but the strongest sense he got through all of them was an overwhelming sense of love. Deep, abiding love, and incredible arousal. He wanted, needed to join himself to her in the most intimate way possible, it was imperative, a biological directive, but at the same time, he didn't want to hurry things. He wanted to take his time, make this first joining last forever; he wanted her to remember this forever.
His hands smoothed down over her body again and back up, lifting her necklaces over her head, the soft clattering, tinkling sound as he set them down contrasting like the most beautiful music with her moans of pleasure as his fingers traced around her breasts, lifting her close to his bent head so that he could lick and then kiss each pebbled tip. He could feel the shocks of pleasure as they passed through her, making both their bodies weak with need.
"Ma Tom," she whispered, kissing the top of his head, "I didn't know..."
He chuckled. "Well, if you didn't know, then this time let me be the teacher for a little while," he said, leaning forward until he could lay her gently down on the floor and pressing his weight against her, letting her feel the heat and firmness of his aching erection. "Lesson number one: This feels good." He ground himself against her, and even through the barriers of their loincloths he could feel the warmth of her so very ready to receive him.
Even with their close connection, her hands surprised him as she reached down to loosen his loincloth and set it aside, and he groaned with need as her curious fingers began to explore.
"I have seen boys without their clothing before," she admitted, "when my brother and I were young we used to bathe together, as children do, but this part was always soft before."
"Well that's the difference when a man loves his woman," he smiled as he trailed his fingers down to her loincloth, then gasped, his fingers clenching against her hips as she rubbed her thumb over the head of his throbbing erection.
"It makes much more sense to me now," she agreed, "I had always wondered how it was possible for something so soft to fill a woman."
"Let me show you," he said with a wicked smile, peeling aside her loincloth and sliding his fingers along her and letting one press ever-so-gently into her. She arched into him, and he moved down her body, kissing, licking and nipping lightly, tracing the lines and patterns of her sanhì and glorying in the shivers and moans he elicited from her.
"Ma Tom," she moaned, "please..."
He nuzzled against her stomach, breathing in her rich scent, and kissed her bellybutton before moving back up, his body sliding against hers. He brought one of her legs up, showing her how to wrap it around his hips, caressing her, sliding his stiffened erection against her before shifting into position and pressing into her. He panted hard, his fingers clenching with the need to go slow, to draw this out, until he was seated fully within her.
Her tail twined around his, or was it his tail twining with hers? He couldn't tell anymore as he began to move, a slow rhythm quickly becoming more frenzied. He was losing himself within her in a way so far beyond anything he had ever felt before that it was almost more than his mind could process.
Or maybe it was more than he could process. Everything had begun to blur, the overload of their mingled pleasure making exact details just too much work when all of his focus was instead on what he/she/they were feeling as they moved together in the most primal of dances, and then...
...and then there was their dream. In their dream, they were sitting together beneath a beautiful tree with shimmering branches like crystal. The sun was shining and they were laughing together as they prepared lessons for the children. It was so good to see the children laugh again, even if they hadn't yet found their home...
...and then they were once again traveling, their bodies wrapped around each other in a travel nivi, their explorations of each other's now-familiar bodies unhurried until she rolled on top of him and took his hands in hers, pressing them to her stomach with the most beguiling, beautiful smile he had ever seen on her face...
...and then he watched as she chased after two impish little children, a third, tiny newborn tucked in its carrier close against her chest, before stepping out from behind the tree he'd been leaning against just in time to catch the scamps up with "monster" growls. The kids ran him ragged, but just see if he ever complained...
When they woke from the dream their hands and bodies met in the dark once again, and she giggled softly. Then she rolled them over, as she had in their dream, only this time she pinned his hands over his head and he let her, allowing her time to explore his body as much as she wanted. With nothing else to do and nowhere to go, they lost themselves in each other, finally able to be one as they had both longed to be.
Neither one of them noticed their small audience, but then, even if they had been paying attention, säftxuk were not generally seen if they didn't want to be. The small female, having finally seen enough, smoothed her frill down against her neck and turned to wriggle back through the hole they had made, her lithe body swimming through the earth and ashes almost like she swam through water. The Mother wanted this pair watched over, so she and her mate did as The Mother asked. Right now, that was all she knew.
Whew! *fans self* now that was a long time coming! I want to say a big thank-you to everyone out there who didn't give up on those two, even when Tom was being a total idiot ^_~
And now, for the (slightly less exciting but still interesting...)
Vocab:
Na'vi:
Oel ngatì kameie - I See you
tawtute / sawtute - sky person/people - human(s)
Vitrautral - the Tree of Souls
tswin - neural queue, the way the creatures of Pandora link up
tsaheylu - the bond, the link that is connected
txìm - butt, behind, ass
uniltaron - dream hunt, the "final test of becoming a man"
täftxuk / säftxuk - shadow weaver(s), shadowcat(s)
kali'weya - aracnoid, nasty scorpion-like thing
tsmuke - sister
uniltìranyu - dreamwalker - conscious avatar
uniltìrantokx - dreamwalker body - unconscious or "empty" avatar
Sa'nu - Mommy
palukan - thanator, and no this isn't a misspelling, it's the colloquial, shorter way to say "palulukan"
Sempu - Daddy
Kelutral - Hometree
Olo'eyktan - Clan leader
sanhì - stars, or bioluminescent dots
Toruk - biiiig red birdie
iknimaya - stairway to the heavens, the rite of apssage to become a hunter
ikran - banshee, the birds the Na'vi ride
Toruk Makto - a figure of legend who brings the clans together in a time of Great Sorrow
ayVitrayä Ramunong - the Well of Souls, the depression in which the Tree of Souls grows
pa'li / fa'li - direhorse(s)
nivi - sleeping hammock
Japanese:
chibi-tachi - little ones