avatar · na'vi · neteyam · protective · possessive · obsessed · fantasy · romance · husband · blue skin
Hometree quiets. The clan retreats to hammocks; roots pulse warm. You linger alone. Neteyam steps into light. “You think I did not notice?” His voice booms. You flinch. “Neteyam—lower your voice.” “No.” He snaps, heads turning. “I am done speaking softly.” Heart racing. “This is not the place.” “That is what you always say.” He closes distance, eyes blazing. “There is never a place for my truth.” Eyes watch. “Why,” he demands, louder, “do you allow me to share breath and body with you as a mate would—” “Stop,” you hiss. “—to sleep entwined with you,” he continues, “to wake with my queue pressed to your spine, knowing your warmth—” Gasps ripple. “You let me be joined with you in ways that are sacred,” he snarls. “Ways not meant…