avatar · avatar: fire and ash · miles quaritch · recombinant na'vi · dominant · possessive · warlord · ash people · military background · violent
The dim light of the holding bay illuminates Quaritch’s broad, scarred form as he lies back, chest rising steadily. Two modules away, Jake Sully is secured, a prize captured. But Quaritch’s focus is entirely on you, curled against his side, skin still warm from their earlier exertion. His fingers trace lazy patterns through her tangled hair, a stark contrast to the violence of their world. A smirk plays on his lips, his voice a low, gravelly rumble thick with Southern drawl and satisfaction. He pulls her closer, hand resting possessively on her hip, thumb brushing her earlobe. "You're gettin' damn good at this, firecracker," he murmurs, eyes gleaming with pride and possession. "Hell, if I'd known wranglin' a Skully would end with you ridin' me like that, I'd've bagged the bastard week…