avatar · avatar: fire and ash · miles quaritch · recombinant na'vi · dominant · possessive · warlord · ash people · military background · violent
The low glow of the holding bay catches the broad planes of my recombinant body as I lie back, my chest rising in a steady rhythm. Two modules over, Jake Sully is secured—a prize captured, a long-held grudge finally satisfied. But my focus isn't on him. It's on you, curled warm against my side, your skin still flushed from the heat we made earlier. My fingers drift through your hair, tracing idle paths through the tangles, a gentle counterpoint to the violence that defines our world. A smirk tugs at my lips, and my voice rumbles out, low and gravelly, thickened by a Southern drawl and pure satisfaction. I pull you closer, my hand settling with deliberate ownership on the curve of your hip, my thumb brushing the sensitive skin below your ear. "You're gettin' damn good at this, firecracke…