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Jake had missed the forest more than he’d like to admit.
As he and Neytiri raced through the trees, he felt like he was 20 again and meeting her for the first time.
God, she had scared the ever loving shit out of him and Quaritch that day.
But she had listened to Eywa and her seedling and taught them the ways of the Omaticaya.
And though she was his second love, she was no less precious to him than Quaritch.
He knew neither Neytiri or Quaritch would admit it to him after all the petty fights they’ve had, but they adored each other too.
And what a privilege it was for Jake to bond with them and have children.
He counted his blessings every day.
“You are deep in thought, my love.”
Jake focused his attention back on Neytiri.
She was sitting on the edge of a branch and pats the space next to her.
Jake takes his seat and leans into her side. “Just feeling sappy.”
Neytiri hums, tail curling around his waist.
Neytiri was always more at peace in the forest; it was her true home, no matter how much time she spent with the Metkayina.
Jake saw the way she was more vibrant here.
But the kids had found partners there; had made friends, established their lives.
They were happy.
“We could move back,” Jake says, breaking their comfortable silence. “Once the kids are all mated, we should come back.”
Neytiri shakes her head. “I don’t want to be far from the children; I’ve had my time in the forest. I’ll grow to love the ocean. Anywhere with Eywa is a home for me.”
Jake takes the words in.
He couldn’t say he would ever understand Neytiri’s connection to Eywa, but he found her faith inspiring.
To have such a deep connection to an unknown power invoked feelings of envy within him.
He wished he could believe as freely and easily as Neytiri did.
It would make his life so much easier.
But then again, it was freeing not to be bound by belief.
Though it didn’t seem to restrict Neytiri much.
Jake could hardly forget the way she had acted when getting him, Spider, and Quaritch out of the RDA base.
She was almost feral, slaughtering anyone in her way.
Not to mention, Jake still has no idea how she got into the base; as far as he knows, they have verified tags for any incoming bogeys and neither he nor Quaritch had ever told Neytiri that.
It was useless information because no one in their right mind would willingly go into the RDA base.
But he supposed Neytiri’s intellect was always unmatched and there were two things she didn’t play about; her mates and her children.
The RDA had messed with both.
Neytiri had insisted on being with Spider on the way home, cradling her son to herself.
Jake understands her fear; it had been too soon that they had almost lost Neteyam, losing Spider would have been devastating.
But there’s one thing that always plagues Jake.
He still, to this day, has no idea how she convinced Toruk to come with her and wreak havoc.
Whenever he asks, she smiles and says it’s a secret.
Even Toruk won’t tell him through their bond; he genuinely doesn’t understand what happened between the two.
He figures it’s none of his business.
Neytiri could be scary and he wasn’t in the mood to press her with questions she clearly didn’t want to answer.
“Miles and I were talking the other day,” Neytiri starts.
Jake raises an eyebrow. “That’s never a good thing.”
Neytiri nips at his neck where her mating mark is. “Hush. How do you feel about more kids?”
Jake chokes. “Now? Is 6 not enough?”
Neytiri shrugs. “I like big families. It can be whenever you want, love, no rush.”
Jake narrows his eyes. “You and Miles shouldn’t talk again.”
Neytiri laughs. “It’s your choice, Ma’Jake.”
Jake sits back. “Let’s wait till Zeyria is 2 and come back to this.”
Neytiri smiles.
That was a yes.
Jake adored nothing more than his kids, truly.
They meant the world to him.
Neteyam and Lo’ak had learned what Mother’s day was from Norm and spent a whole day coloring a card for him.
Jake had a photo of them holding the card pinned to a board in the lab.
He remembers once mentioning how he missed food on Earth and how Spider and Kiri had nearly burned their Marui down in an attempt to make a steak from sturmbeest hide.
Jake couldn’t lie, he nearly cried he was so touched.
His precious baby Tuk who was too adorable for her own good; always running around, but never forgetting to drag him along for an adventure.
And, of course, little Zeyria who had just blessed them with her presence in the world.
He loved being a mother; he had genuinely never felt a better feeling.
But his kids were a damn handful.
Every single one of them was a lot of work, with all the love Jake could muster.
Spider is a mini Quaritch, Lo’ak is a mini Jake, Kiri is a mini Grace, and Neteyam is a mini Neytiri.
Jake wanted to rip his hair out sometimes because holy shit, they were all stubborn as hell and a little too similar to them for comfort.
So he’s going to have to take a break and sit on this for a little.
He feels lips brush the side of his neck.
“Neytiri,” Jake whispers.
“Jake,” she teases, mimicking him.
She gently maneuvered him under her on the branch they were sitting on.
“Tiri,” Jake sighs, feeling her press a kiss to her mating mark on the side of his neck.
She was always soft when they laid together; that is, until, she was in rut.
Then she was mean as hell.
Surprisingly, Quaritch was relatively normal both in and out of rut.
Sure, he was rough sometimes, but never mean.
Neytiri was a bitch when she was in rut.
Once, she ate him out till he cried and knotted him when he was on the brink of passing out from overstimulation.
But, outside of rut, she was a sweetheart.
“You’re distracted,” Neytiri murmurs. “It irritates me.”
She pinches a nipple hard, pulling a whine from Jake.
She leans down to lap at the milk that came out from the pinch.
“I was thinking about you,” Jake says defensively.
Neytiri tugs at his nipple incessantly with teeth and tongue till milk flows.
A sound leaves Jake’s mouth that’s somewhere between a moan and a sigh.
Neytiri pulls off after a little, licking her lips. “Your milk is almost as sweet as your slick, yawntu.”
Jake hooks his leg around Neytiri’s waist and pulls her by the shoulders till she’s flush against his skin.
He hadn’t had time with her alone in forever.
He had missed her.
Her hand slides into his loincloth and her fingers rub against slick folds.
“You are a gift from Eywa herself,” Neytiri says reverently, her thumb rubbing at Jake’s clit.
Jake whines. “Neytiri, just fuck me already.”
As expected, she ignores him.
She slides two fingers into him and finds his g-spot with the practiced ease of over twenty years of experience.
She’s slow and methodical, alternating between rubbing at his sweet spot while thumbing at his clit and pistoning her fingers in and out of him.
She knew his body like the back of her hand, had worshiped his body with mouth, tongue, and cock.
But she is possessive as she is loving.
Her fangs scrape against his throat, sucking and nipping at any skin her lips close on.
“Neytiri,” Jake gasps, hands gripping the wood underneath him. “Baby, I’m gonna cum.”
“Cum for me, muntxate,” Neytiri says softly.
Jake whines as he comes, back arching beautifully off the branch as Neytiri rubs circles into his hip with her free hand to bring him down from his high.
“You’re perfect, Ma’Jake, you’re doing so well,” Neytiri coos, letting Jake catch his breath.
He feels her cock grind against the thin fabric of his loincloth.
He has no idea when she took hers off, but she’s quick to remove his as well.
Neytiri is always terribly gentle as she pushes in.
Jake fights back a sob at how good it feels.
Quarich and her were fairly evenly matched for size, but he was thicker while Neytiri had an inch on him.
That was in no way to mean she was small by any means.
Jake feels the stretch every time like it’s his first and it burns in the perfect way every time.
“Tiri,” Jake begs, voice fracturing as Neytiri gives him a second to feel her, hips flush against each other.
“Don’t beg, darling, I’ll give you everything you could possibly desire,” Neytir promises.
She puts her elbows under his knees and damn near folds him in half as she gives a shallow thrust.
Jake doesn’t say a word, just tilts his chin up.
Neytiri’s lips quirk up in a smile as she obliges his silent request for a kiss.
Her pace is consistent and hard without being rough, and Jake is torn between the feeling of her cock scraping against his sensitive inner walls and her breath on his ear as she whispers her love to him.
“My gorgeous omega,” Neytiri purrs. “You’re flawless like this, like you’re made to take cock. My darling, you look perfect under me.”
Jake flushes, trying to hide his face in her shoulder to muffle his sounds and cover his flushed face.
Neytiri said the damndest things when they were fucking.
Jake can feel Neytiri chuckling, but she allows him to hide.
Jake feels his climax building again, sucking a mark into Neytiri’s shoulder as a warning.
“I’m close as well, love,” Neytiri murmurs, voice unfairly even for someone who was fucking the living daylights out of Jake. “Cum with me, Ma’Jake.”
That’s all it takes for the omega to tumble over the edge, Neytiri following after a few final thrusts.
Neytiri pulls out slowly, eliciting a whine from Jake as the feeling.
She lays next to him and pulls him close. “We will get the contraceptive herbs when we get back to the village. Eywa knows you are too fertile to skip them even once.”
Jake laughs, breathless and tired. “Sounds good, baby.”
Neytiri presses a kiss to his temple.
Jake fucking loved her.
“Oel ngati kameie, Tiri,” Jake whispers, pressing a kiss to Neytiri’s shoulder where he’s tucked against her body.
She smiles, eyes glittering with love.
Neytiri responds in English.
“I see you, Jake Sully.”