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DRIPPING | jake sully x reader [mini series pt. 3]

Your eyes flick open as you wake up, the morning blessing you with a spit of rain, as it feathers at your skin and dampens your clothes. It takes you a minute to readjust to your surroundings, met with wet grass, and a missing warm body that once laid beside you. You blink hard, recalling the events of last night and suddenly feeling the warm ache sat between your thighs. It was a nice ache, gave you a recalling flush. You notice the darkened spots on your hips, bruises. Notice the dirt pressed and smudged into your knees, appearing like someone's tried brushing it off but it only sort of worked. You find your clothes to be back on you, mysteriously.

You look around for Jake.

He isn't here. You feel your chest tighten and your heart do a little drop. You mentally kick yourself for it, because you both obviously knew it was just sex and nothing else to it. Like, it was some sort of mutual thinking that no strings were attached. Definitely.

It's gonna fuck up your lessons, that's for sure. For all you know, he's gonna start giving you dick sucking lessons.

But seriously, you were stuck. You still had that.. hole buried in your chest, it hadn't been filled. Not with his fingers, not with his whole body. It was just there. You were frustrated. At so many things. At Jake, at his sudden attitude towards you lately, at your unwavering attraction towards him, at yourself.

You fold yourself, knees tucked in, and your arms wrapped around them as your chin rests on it. A rain drop hits your face, rolling down your cheek as if it was a tear of your own. The irony of it almost makes you laugh.

Today's your break day, which means you can spend it however you like.

You decide to start the day by spending it down at the river. You strip yourself of your clothes, laying it beside the stream. As soon as you dip a toe in, you already feel a whoosh of calmness rush through you. You dive into the water, the coolness soothing your achy muscles and easing up your tense mind. You wet your hair, whisking your hands through it and getting rid of any sweat or grime you had on your body from the past day.

It was in the middle of the night, and Jake was wide awake as you sleep soundly, buried into his body as he supports you with his arm. He can just hear the sound of your gentle snoring, and by Eywa, is it the most adorable noise he's ever heard. He looks down to your face, and he doesn't think he's ever seen you this close before.

He catches the gentle curls of your eyelashes, the plump of your lips that are barely agape, the white glowy dots that freckle your forehead and cheeks. You're such a pretty girl, with a heart so full of fire and passion, it's almost overwhelming. You're almost overwhelming.

Guilt pangs his chest as he thinks back to the last few days, with the way he's been treating you. It's embarrassing, almost. And it's nothing to even do with you or your actions, it's his own stupid fault that he's just so intrigued by you. He's attempted to ignore it so many times, tried to push it deep down his chest and lock it away, even had a few warm bodies to lie next to him to numb the unexpected attraction. But it didn't work, it wasn't you.

But now that he finally had gotten to touch you, to touch your lips and your body and your femininity... it felt like something was missing. Like something hadn't been filled and it should've been.

He looks to you again, brushes out the few strays of your hair that wave in front of your face. He focuses on your forehead, and he hesitates, but overall decides to give it a gentle kiss, and his lips stay on your skin for a longer time for it to just be platonic.

He decides to lay there just for another few seconds, to adore in the way your warm body curls against his. Then he's slowly moving away from you, and his heart pulls at the way you instinctively reach out for him, eyebrows gently pinching together as a quiet groan pulls from your your lips.

His eyes land on your knees, cringing at the dirt dug violently deep into them. Treated her like a real princess, didn't you Jake, he thought. He lets a tsk morph from his tongue, softly placing his hands on your knees as he attempts to rub away the dirt. It works, sort of.

Jake finds your clothes and slips them back onto you, making sure to use the most gentle fingers he could manage. He catches the way you shiver at his touch. He finds the softest place on the grass that's near, and picks your head up gently and places it down onto the spot. He thinks about giving you another kiss, but he decides against it.

Then he leaves, but not without sparing you one last glance.

He spots you the next night in the river when in the middle of hunting, bare bodied and swimming freely in the water. You take his breath away, quite literally, as much as he didn't want to admit it. The sweetest, most gentle smile on your face as you soar through the bright water, wetting your hair and raking your fingers through it. He lets his eyes slip to your naked chest, the water of the river sprinkled on your blue skin and flicking at the glowed dots.

He makes no movement in going forward, his eyes locked on you from afar. You reach out and pick up a lily pad, circling your finger around its green face. He has to pull himself away, and for the second time, he glances back to you when walking off.

A friend of yours had told you about a festival within the village that was happening tonight. You hadn't even known about it, too busy focusing on the lessons and the specific na'vi giving you said lessons.

"I don't know," you say, wincing out your hair of the water quenched in it from the river.

"Come on," she whines, pushing your shoulder softly in a teasing motion. "Let loose. You need to relax! You haven't had the chance to."

She was right, you hadn't had the chance to. You've been so pent up with frustration and longing for Jake, you haven't even took the time to just relax. It was the first time in ages that you were actually calm this morning. So why not?

Jake sits at his throned seat, watching the people dance and yelp around the large bon of fire. They wear long materials dazzled with gems and beads on their arms that drape down, like a butterfly's wings. He doesn't even try to hide his tiredness, even goes far by wiping his eyelids gently.

Mo'at sees his moping state, and tilts her head, beckoning him with a flick of her wrist, displaying her colorful wings of dress. He puts an open hand up, shaking his head softly with a put-on gentle smile. She screws her mouth up, turns her back to him before yelping out a chant. He watches as women grab their mates, or any man available, and bring them into dance circle. The women have two beaded necklaces, the first one with long vibrant feathers that dangle loosely around the thread, and the second bigger one looped with tough leather and black-blue feathers. They take the biggest one off and wrap it around their partner's neck.

They line up in two lines, doing the same dance that he's seen a hundred times before. That he's done fifty times before.

He catches a group of girls huddling together, giggling before they push a girl out, and she walks slowly towards him. He leans his elbow on the chair arm, rests his chin on his fist as he examines the young girl. She was cute, had a few purple flowers tucked into her hair and a beaded top that barely covered her chest.

"Hello, Jake Sully, Toruk Makto. Would you like to join me in dance?"

Jake finds amusement in the way she flushes, and it's cute. "Thank you but I'm alright," he politely declines, to which she pouts at as she awkwardly tucks hair behind her feline ear. She excuses herself, saying something to her friends that he couldn't quite catch but he knows it's insulting him in some sort of way. He'd insult himself too.

He sinks back into his chair, a huff leaving his mouth. Then he spots something that makes him change his bored position.

He spots you, getting dragged into the dance by a girl, a friend probably. Blue crystals and gold beads wrap around your body by thread, light blue wings that hung at your arms and black leather that tied with your feathered loincloth and wrapped around your thighs. You had a top on in the shape of a V, which then had gold strips hanging under your breasts that curved and met your back. It seemed like you had just taken all of your braids out because your hair was folded in gentle waves, smooth and wild as it draped to your shoulders. You looked ethereal.

You laugh as your friend tosses you around, moving your arms wildly. Jake notices a boy named Selkath making his way towards you from behind.

Jake straightens from his chair, sucking in a deep breath through his chest. He looks like trouble. He's only young, around the same age as you and he's got the most shit-eating grin on his face. He touches your shoulder, and you turn your head around. Jake's grip on his chair tightens, fingers tensed as he eyes the boy leaning his head into you, whispering something that has you covering your mouth and laughing. Why would you be laughing? Jake bets it wasn't even funny and you're just laughing because it's awkward and you want to get away from him.

Selkath reaches his arm out to you, and you accept it. You take off your second necklace with one hand, slide it gently over his head and around his neck. Then he places his grubby little hands on your body, grinning down at you like he's gonna gobble you up like a fresh piece of fruit. Like hell Jake's gonna let that happen.

You laugh as you spread out your arms and sway your hips, the beads and crystals you layered onto your body swishing in motion. You connect hands with him, interlocking fingers and shaking them up, and slowing them side to side on the way down.

Jake's leg starts to bounce.

You turn your back to him, facing Jake's eyes, and sway your arms up and down, your hips following the movements and it's entrancing, your motions like water swishing from side to side. Selkath enjoys it a little bit too much for Jake's liking, as he stares at parts of your body that makes Jake growl. You grab Selkath's hands again from behind you, bringing them up and down in front of you, then bringing them back up again. His hands ghost over your chest in the process.

Jake's nose twitches, and he begins to poke his tongue at his teeth harshly. Anger bubbles through his body, boiling at his head and it's almost ready to burst.

Selkath spins you around, tucking your hair behind your eyes and gives your hand a quick kiss, letting it linger for a second as he stares you down like a snack and it’s the final thing to make something snap in Jake. He rises from his chair, as he strides his way over to you both.

“Mind sharing?” he asks once he meets the pair, snatching your hands away from Selkath’s and he puts them on his shoulders, turning your body away from the confused na’vi. Your eyes are wide, surprise displayed on your face. It was obvious you hadn’t realised he was there.

You glare up at him, moving your hands down his chest as you continue to do the dance. “What are you doing?”

“I’m a better dancer than him,” he quips, but your face remains the same. It takes him aback.

“Yeah,” you say, something swirling in your eyes and it isn’t a nice swirl. “But I bet he doesn’t leave a woman stranded.”

He blinks down at you, his mouth falling agape as you brush your arms off of him and leave the area, leaving him, a man, stranded.

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