When They Fucked - I

When Aonung had asked for the two of them to do something, Ayelýn thought perhaps they'd still end up somewhere public- for show.

Maybe they'd take a walk along the beach, or even attend a storytelling event, but no.

What she hadn't intended from his request of it being just the two of them was that it truly was... just the two of them.

Their evening started out with a late night swim. Aonung led her to one of his favourite spots- a brightly illuminated, underwater hidden gem, filled with sea fauna and flora that was too beautiful for words.

And so captivated by her surroundings, Lýn had missed the way Aonung drank her in- as though seeing her for the very first time.

Later on, they found themselves on his private tiny island, seated inside of the little makeshift structure he had crafted for himself.

The sort of lean-to design was just tall enough that Aonung didn't hit his head when standing and wide enough that at least four Na'vi could fit comfortably.

Mismatched, frayed mats laid scattered on the sand, acting as a sort of flooring that also provided comfort, and there was even a well-worn hammock set up in a way that the amazing scenery was still within view.

Near the threshold, they sat face to face as Aonung revealed dish after dish from a sack that had already been there waiting for them. Their position also allowed them the gorgeous view of the glittering sky and sea- stars all out in their glory as rhythmic crashing waves sang. 

In quick succession, laid out between them was an impressive spread that had Lýn salivating.

"My Eywa," she whispered through an excited smile, tucking flyaways behind her ears. "It all looks so good! Is- is this hexapede?"

"Mhm," Aonung hummed, loving her reactions.

"Where did all of this come from?"

"We got a huge delivery of goods this morning from the Omaticaya. I've already made sure Keftxo gets their fair share," he said, trying not to wince guiltily. "I didn't know any wasn't given to Keftxo the last two times... but things should be brought down within the next few days since they're still sorting through everything we got."

The trading system between the clans of Pandora was well developed by now. With the use of human technology, communication was up and running, thus, enabling an established procedure.

"Aonung," Lýn voiced softly. She had no words. He'd gone above and beyond for her little village time and time again.

He tutted at her affectionately, understanding the wave of gratitude she was trying to express.

"We got fresh meat this time around. I made us some hexepade stew and roasted hexape-"

"Wait... you cooked? You? I thought you hate cooking?"

He awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck and mumbled something incoherent under his breath and without responding, he continued pointing out the options- one after the other.

"- oh and Lo'ak gave us a couple of these things from his private stash- something called sari cakes, I think? They're courtesy Neteyam's mother-in-law... and finally-" He emptied a pouch that held, "Yovo fruit."

Ayelýn gasped. "Yovo fruit? You're kidding! I've always wanted to try these."

"I know." Aonung had gotten them specially well preserved for the journey- just for her.

He chose the best looking one of the batch and held it out to her, pleased when she leaned in to take a bite of the fruit between his fingers.

Tossing the remaining piece in his mouth, he watched as her face morphed into one of ecstasy, eyes rolling in bliss, lips licked with a moan of appreciation. Her reaction had the front of his tweng straining within seconds.

"That's sooo good," she sighed.

"Fuck, Lýn." He cracked his neck, willing his body to calm down. "Can you try not to kill me so early tonight?" he half begged, half teased.

It took her a split second to catch his meaning, but when she spotted his obvious situation- one he made no effort to hide, she managed to mumble an apology through a mortified blush- though a small part of her was pleased she had that much of an effect on him.

Conversation, fun and flowing after that, they talked about everything and nothing as they indulged in their Omaticaya delicacies- sharing and feeding each other bites of food with exclamations of "you have to try this!" and "oh Eywa, this one is amazing!"

And when their bellies were full and satisfied, their attention fell on the view before them.

A light breeze ruffled their hair while they sat in comfortable silence- both minds preoccupied.

Fiddling with his bottom lip, Aonung tossed fleeting glances Lýn's way- a question on the tip of his tongue. And unbeknownst to him, Lýn was also sneaking her own peeks- finding him far more captivating than their scenery.

Momentarily distracted by a leather waterskin almost sort of hidden behind him, she couldn't help ask, "What's in that? Did we forget to try something?"

"Hm?" He turned to see, then, "Oh, no. That's not for you to try. Lo'ak said it's lethal. Some insane concoction called Spir'ytüs."

Ayelýn looked affronted. "What do you mean not for me to try? I want to try it."

"Sorry, gorgeous but no."

"All I'm asking is for a sip!"

"Lýn, you can barely handle the lightly fermented ones we make here."

"Says who?!"

"Uh- says me? Says that one time you were stupid enough to have a competition with Rotxo and I had to carry you back to your parents inebriated and had to explain to them that it was in no way my fault, yet your father glared at me as if I had fed you every sip myself!"

"That was one time! You know I usually hold my spirits well!"

"Yeeah. I'm not taking any chances. Especially with something I haven't tried yet."

Determination blazing through her gaze and boldness taking control, Lýn crossed over to his side, careful of the spread that separated them, and in the blink of an eye, she was planting herself in his lap, knees on either side of hips.

At her shocking actions, Aonung worked his jaw, eyes flickering to her lips before returning to her eyes. "You're playing a very dangerous game, Ayelýn."

"Am I?" Her palms danced down his skin, starting from his shoulders, feathering down his chest to land flat against the hard panes of his stomach. They rounded his sides with clear intent on the pouch behind him. "Not if I win," she whispered in his ear.

Like lightning, he caught her wrists and clutched them in one hand. Her feeble protests died rather quickly when he lifted his knees- making her land exactly where he wanted. The jaw dropping shock on her face at the intimate feeling of him pressed up against her warm heat was worth the painful ache it came with.

Lýn could do nothing but watch as he used his free hand to pop off the top of the waterskin and take a deep swig of its contents.

He tried not to wince at the burn but failed- it was sickly sweet and definitely fucking potent.

"I win," he rasped, triumphant grin stretching wide and taunting as he tightened his hold on her wrists- not that he needed to, since the minx in his lap put up no fight.

Never one to back down, Ayelýn arched her brow as if saying really? And then she surprised him yet again by leaning in and kissing him- tongue darting out to taste the essence of the sweet spirits lingering on his lips and tongue.

She'd stolen her taste.

It happened so fast, Aonung barely had time to register, because she was then leaning back with a satisfied smirk and smacking her lips with a pleased hum.

"No... I think I, win."

But Aonung was quick to retaliate. Greedy and demanding, he devoured her with the type of kiss that had her dizzy within mere seconds.

Wrists released, her hands framed his face as their lips and tongues danced- moving to a tune that worked in perfect symphony.

"Stay," he begged against her lips- finally asking that question he knew he shouldn't be asking.

He chased after her when she tried to break their connection, stealing one last firm kiss before she managed to push him backwards.

"Aonung, this is a bad idea."

Logically, he knew she was right.

It was a terrible idea.

Eyes roaming over her, he licked his lips. At some point he had released the tie that kept her wild hair confined. She was stunning- swollen lips, flushed cheeks and fully blown pupils.

He wanted to kiss her again.

So he did.

One hand tangled her hair, he angled her head and parted her lips with his own. And though he could still feel her lingering inner fight, she kissed him back just as feverishly.

Lýn rolled her hips- a single, deep roll against the thick ridge of him that gave her the most delicious friction despite the layers separating them- one that gained her a staggering groan from Aonung.

"Do you have to get back tonight?"

"Anou-"

He didn't want to face her rejection just yet, so he silenced her with another kiss- a kiss that made her tail and toes curl... a kiss that hurt her heart just a little bit.

The incessant throbbing between her thighs had become overly unbearable and, aching for relief, Lýn gave in, encouraging his touch as his hands explored her skin.

They skimmed up her thighs and squeezed her ass before traveling up her sides- calloused thumbs sweeping the underside of her breasts.

A loud swear escaped him and his hips bucked when she rolled again- core rubbing deliberate and way too much for him to handle. He clamped a firm hand on her waist to prevent her from doing it again.

Unhappy about this, she smacked the hand away and he smacked her backside in response, tugging on her tail in warning for good measure.

"Ayelýn, I'm going to come within seconds if you keep that up."

"That sounds like a you problem." She yelped at the tug of her hair and the stinging bite he left on her neck.

"So mouthy," he mused.

"And you're annoying," she muttered with a nip of her own against his jaw.

But then, reality creeping in, alarming and loud in her head, Lýn's mouth moved faster than her mind, spewing, "I'm not a play-thing."

Aonung reared back to see her face. A flash of hurt crossed his features and despite how fast he'd schooled his expression, she still caught it. "Of course you're not... Where did that even come from?"

"I- I'm just saying... I don't know what any of this is or what we're doing, but I needed you to know that."

"Lýn. You're not," he emphasized.

She nodded, glad to have at least cleared that with him.

"And anyway... It's- uh... been a while for me," he admitted in a soft tone. "I don't- I'm not that Aonung anymore. I'd hope you think so too."

She did think so. Aonung was so much more different than she'd realized. Different from the rumors... different from when they'd first met. 

"When you say a while..."

"Mmm, counting? Over a year..." He scratched his jaw. "Almost two by now since we've been together- well not together together-" he rambled. "You know what I mean."

"Oh." Ayelýn turned the information around in her mind as she bit on the tip of her thumb.

He hadn't been with a woman in that long? How? Why?

"Okay," she finally said. "And to be clear, you want to-" she gestured between the two of them, "-with me?"

"Yes," he answered firmly, fingers toying with the string that kept her top in place. "It's no pressure though. We're just having fun, right?"

"Fun."

"Mhmm." He ducked his head to nose at that spot where her neck and jaw connected. With one tug of the string, the beaded thing covering her breasts fell into her lap.

A shudder made her jerk in his arms and Lýn blamed it on a gust of wind. This time of year and this late out, the breeze could get nippy... It definitely wasn't the way Aonung was mouthing at her flesh, or the way his thumbs brushed over her hardened nipples.

Definitely not...

Fuck.

"Okay," she agreed breathlessly, head lulling backwards as his path trailed from her collarbones, to the tops of her chest that rose and fell in anticipation. "But just this one time and we don't talk about it afterwards. Agreed?"

Aonung paused at her words.

He didn't want that.

And instead of responding, he swallowed her nipple into his mouth.

~

Sex with Aonung was not at all what Ayelýn imagined... and yes guilty- she had imagined this moment.... Many times actually.

In the early days of their pretend courtship, a heartbroken woman named Zers'i had cornered Lýn, giving her a piece of her mind- accusing her of stealing the man she hoped she'd settle down with.

By the end of the rant, Zers'i had turned from bitter and angry into a sobbing mess. And in the midst of Lýn, comforting the weeping woman on her shoulder, it led to an interesting revelation.

"You're going to have to do all the work. I- I guess I don't feel so bad now," the blubbering soul had stammered through tears.

At the time, Ayelýn didn't know what that meant, but with two other confrontations that bore similar remarks, she gathered that Aonung could be somewhat of a selfish lover.

Yet here, in this moment as the stars watched over them, Aonung had ripped sounds from her lips she didn't even know she could make.

The man was ruthless in his pursuit to learn what she liked- mapping her body with his hands, lips, tongue... tail.

He was far from selfish as he stayed buried between her thighs for Eywa knows how long, lapping and sucking while his fingers curled deep within her heat, causing delicious pleasure to consume her in wave after wave.

Then, while she was mid recovery from another glorious orgasm, he was rearing onto his knees, lifting her calf over his shoulder and thrusting into her in one fluid stroke- right the the hilt.

That first time, the burning stretch and his pace was brutal.

Skin slapping on skin he took her hard and fast, practically contouring her body to his will as profanity fell from his lips like a prayer. He really didn't last long at all and he even apologized for it when he dropped down next to her to catch his breath.

Post orgasmic haze, his lips were everywhere, peppering her with sweet, playful kisses as he whispered things that made her blush.

"Not so mouthy now, are you?"

"You make the prettiest sounds when you come."

"Will you let me taste you again?"

"...You're beautiful."

Eager to have her own way with him, she had slithered between his thighs, mouth watering at the sight of him coated in her arousal.

Lýn was pretty sure dicks weren't supposed to look pretty. She guessed he must have been an exception.

He was quite impressive even though he was half hard. She wouldn't tell him that though, she was sure it would only go to his head, especially judging by the stupid smirk he'd given her as she took him in.

Lýn enjoyed teasing him. Within seconds of her little playful strokes and licks, he was fully erect and leaking all over her hand. His stomach hollowed out and his moans and grunts were loud as her head bobbed- mouth taking him deeper and deeper down her throat each time she came up for air.

And when the cusp of his impending release came near, he was sitting up, impatiently pulling her up his body by the hair and kissing her with such passion, she was on the verge of combusting.

Drenched between her thighs from her own arousal and his release from earlier, he slipped in with ease, sliding her down his length until she took him all- back bowing because at this angle, the man was impossibly deep.

Eyes locked in unspoken intensity, they released quiet breathy sighs as they relished in the feeling of him seated inside her- deep and full and tight and warm.

Limbs folded around each other and lips meeting halfway, they rocked slowly, fucking in a way that didn't feel like fucking at all.

Aonung planted kisses on her temple and her cheek and jaw, hands smoothing over every inch of skin he could find while Lýn clung to him- tiny murmurs and mewls escaping her.

They moved in tandem, deliberate rolls and grinds that weren't rushed or hurried as they climbed higher and higher- the build up so profound and fervent, a few tears sprang to Lýn's eyes.

"Fuck, I'm going to come soon." He licked away the lone teardrop that escaped her, and she tasted the salt on his tongue when he parted her lips with it. "Come with me, gorgeous. Please."

She nodded and led one of his hands between them, showing him what she wanted- clit needing attention for her to get there.

It was tempting to increase their rhythm, to want rock harder or move faster, but they both kept their pace, gradually getting to that peak that swelled and blossomed until they neared that break.

Rhythm eventually growing erratic, then faltering, Aonung hid his face- nose pressed into Lýn's cheek as his fingers tightened their hold- in her hair at her nape, the others circling her clit.

Ayelýn came with a soft cry and a full body spasm, trembling as she felt his warmth spread inside her. She moaned into Aonung's mouth- his own groans accompanying hers.

Pleasure thrumming throughout her body, he continued to grind into her- drawing little aftershocks and whimpers from her.

Both limbless and exhausted, they collapsed against the mats beneath them.

Aonung slipped out from between her legs and Lýn made a face at the gush of mess slowly escaping her. Though, she was too worn out to care to do anything about it. Eywa, there was so much of it.

Arm draped around her waist, Aonung kissed her forehead and whispered something she didn't make out. She squirmed closer, and made a home in his arms, content to use a bicep as a pillow and to squish her face into the space below his shoulder.

And in the quiet of their shelter, the sounds of rolling waves lulled them into calm.

Aonung did not find rest easily that night. While Lýn slept, his thoughts plagued him. Knuckles running down her spine, he held her close...

Something he'd never done with anyone before.

Aongung didn't do cuddling.

He didn't do soft and sweet fucking.

And he definitely didn't do night overs.

He sighed and squeezed his eyes shut, hoping his thoughts would grow tired.

Ayelýn confused him.

He knew he liked her. He hadn't realized just how deep, however. The way in which this woman had wormed her way into his constant thoughts, terrified him.

A small dark part of him- a lingering remnant of the old Aonung, thought that fucking her would get her out of his system.

They'd fucked alright, yet here he was, holding her because he still couldn't get enough. She was no longer only in his thoughts.

She had seeped into his veins...

Into his heart.

Giving up on his inner struggle, he decided to literally give up. He was done fighting this.

Done fighting them.

Cupping her neck he held her to him as quiet prayers to Eywa left his lips, whispers buried into Ayelýn's hair.

~

When morning broke, neither of them spoke about it.

And in the following hours that turned into days that turned to weeks, neither acknowledged the evident shift between them. 

~

Eywa.

Please give me calm, give me strength.

Ayelýn blew out another shaky breath. She was a nervous wreck this morning.

Tail twitching behind her, she made yet another wrong turn along a bouncing pathway... Maybe it was deliberate? Maybe it was her body's way of protecting her from what was to come.

Eywa. She really didn't want to do this. 

Throughout her journey, Lýn kept a look out for a familiar mountain of a man who she couldn't seem to find anywhere. Of all days, this was not a day for him to be missing!

Despite her obvious prolonging, she couldn't stall any further or else she'd be late, and after final, futile efforts, she at least felt some ounce of relief when she spotted Aonung's sister.

"Tsireya!" she called out.

"Ayelýn!" the woman chirped in pleasant surprise, walking over to meet her halfway. "Are you looking for my brother?"

"Well, yes and no. I was hoping to catch him for a moment."

"He's out on a hunt. Won't be back till late."

"Oh." That was disappointing to hear.

"What's wrong?"

Lýn licked her lips and tried not to grimace. "My presence has been requested. Your mother summoned me," she revealed.

Tsireya appeared unaffected by the news, though she did pick up on Lýn's nervousness. "I had a feeling this would happen eventually. I told my brother as much... He's so stubborn," she muttered with a fond shake of her head.

"Why does she want to see me then? I was just told to come here."

"Sa'nok has been asking Aonung to have you come by for a while now and he's been swimming around it," Tsireya explained. "She thinks he keeps you purposely away from her and I'm guessing she's had enough... and of course she'd choose the day he was on an all day hunt."

"Ah. I see." Lýn weighed her options, then, "Reya, I have no clue what to say to her... the few times we've interacted were- weird and awkward and honestly, I don't think she likes me very much."

"Lýn, trust me, you'll be fine. She simply wants to get to know you. She did the same thing with my Lo'ak."

That did ease away some of Ayelýn's nerves.

Tsireya took her hand and squeezed it in comfort. "And just a secret between you and me... if she offers you to stay for a meal with her, it means she definitely approves."

~

Ayelýn tried not to squirm, but sitting before an intimidating Ronal would make just about anyone uncomfortable.

They'd been sitting in silence ever since she'd arrived and Lýn decided to cope by focusing on her surroundings while Ronal continued to study her. After all, every nook of the Tsahìk's marui had something curious to see.

"What is your appointed position in your village, Ayelýn?"

Lýn startled, not only from the sudden break in their long, suffering silence, but also from the question.

By now, it was no secret what her role in the clan was. Ayelýn had gotten her fair share of snickers and stray comments and at one feast only a couple days ago, she had to pull away a snarling Aonung when he'd overheard a group of women bad mouthing her and her scrubber status.

The Tsahìk had also been present and seated nearby and Lýn had even caught her watching the ordeal in great interest.

"I'm a scrubber, Tsahìk."

"Hm. Do you enjoy it?"

"I don't think anyone enjoys being a scrubber," Lyn answered honestly. "But it is work, and I am diligent about it."

Ronal appeared to think before she spoke again.

"Should you have the opportunity, what would you prefer to be doing then?"

"Oh- no, I-"

"T'is only a question, child. Won't you humor a curious woman?"

"Ah... I- I suppose I've always had an interest in mending things." Lýn held in a chuckle, remembering her first meeting with Aonung and his mortified reaction to her canoe. "Though I don't believe I'd be any good at it given my lack of skill."

"Skill can be easily learnt," Ronal said, helping herself to a sip of her brewed seaweed and herb tea. "If I'm not mistaken, Hythspon is finally considering getting an apprentice- I believe you know him? Perhaps you might be interested in taking the position? I can put in a good word for you, if you'd like."

Ayelýn sat up straighter. "Truly? I- thank you, Tsahìk... I will give it some thought."

"You should... It means, you'd also be closer to Aonung since you'd have to move to Awa'atlu."

Unsure how to respond to that, Ayelýn mashed her lips together and gave a small nod.

"My son does not realize it, but he speaks a great deal about you. I, however, am interested in getting to know the women he intends to mate and bring into our family, for myself... So tell me." Ronal sat back expectantly.

Lýn frowned. "What exactly would you like to know?"

"Everything, my dear. Everything. You will not be Tsahìk- since my Reya is next in line, but if and when you and my son do mate, you will be the mate of the Metkayina's future Olo'eyktan. It is my duty to know who that woman is... So tell me, everything."

And so, Lýn spoke as Ronal asked her question after question.

She was asked about her family and her completed rites; Keftxo, her childhood, her likes and dislikes, what her values were and what she did in her free time. Ronal asked her what she envisioned for her future, even how many children she wanted to have.

With each question, they became more direct and personal and Ayelýn felt her walls going up and panic bubble in her chest. Her body was so rigid and tense, she had to force herself to unclench her jaw, to uncurl her tail and to give her shoulders the occasional roll.

When requested, Ayelýn recounted the story of how she and Aonung first met and then Ronal asked her a question she had been dreading the most.

"Aonung won't say, but when do you believe you two will take the next step? I am keen to have the meeting of the two families. Tonowari and I have been lenient. We gave Aonung a year, it has now been almost two. I understand this must be a bit difficult for you, but... it has been long enough."

Stunned, Ayelýn fiddled with the end of her tail, then, catching herself, she stopped. "We will discuss it, Tsahìk," she feebly promised.

"That is all I ask," she said. "You may continue to court of course, there is no pressure to make the mating bond just yet."

Tension eased from Lýn's shoulders at that.

"But, you have to understand, we need to know for certain whether or not this is a secure match," she explained with surprising gentleness.

"I understand."

"Good... Now tell me, Ayelýn. Are you happy in your courtship with my son? Truly?"

"Yes. He-" Lýn cleared her throat. "I am happy... He makes me happy."

"Hmm." Ronal's unwavering eyes made Lýn uncomfortable. "I must speak my mind when I say I was quite surprised by my son's choice of you."

Feeling another wall of guardedness shift into place, Lýn clenched her jaw. "Because I am a scrubber from Keftxo?"

Surprise clouded Ronal's features for a fraction of a second. "Oh goodness, no. Nothing to do with that. If anything I am baffled as to why you- a woman with her head on her shoulders- is with my Aonung- given how he can be."

"How he- can be? Forgive me, Tsahìk, but don't understand."

"Aonung is... subversive. He is wild and brash- rude. He is selfish in nature and is reckless with his life.  As his mother, I want nothing more than for him to see that he is destined to do great things."

Lýn's heart thundered in her chest. She should have bit her tongue but it was quicker to release. "Your son is already doing great things."

Ronal regarded the woman before her. Gone was the fidgeting, nervous slip of a Na'vi. Ayelýn was livid.

"You don't agree with me?" she asked, mildly amused.

"No. No, I don't. Aonung is defined by none of those descriptions."

"Oh?"

"Tsahìk, my apologies for speaking out of turn but- Aonung is bold, and kind. He is brave and he may seem selfish at times like you say but he would put his own life in danger for the help of others. He is brash and rude but he is also funny and sweet and charming- and he wants nothing more than your approval of him. He wants you and his father to see him- not as a constant disappointment but as your son.... He's a good leader, he has heart and strength and the people love him!

"And yes he has his flaws- Don't we all?! But he is our future Olo'eyktan- his mistakes no matter how big or small are seen as monumental in anyone else's eyes. He's allowed to make mistakes, he's allowed to learn from them and not have them constantly thrown back in his face... Like anyone else, he's allowed to be forgiven.... Especially by his parents."

Silence followed.

An awestruck appearance of realization formed on the Tsahìk's face and Lýn braced herself for Ronal's wrath.

"You speak with such passion for Aonung. I had not realized you were in love with my son."

Ayelýn released a shaky breath. Not outrightly disagreeing with the statement, she didn't correct it either.

Since her mother's slip of the word love a little over a month ago, she'd had sufficient time to dwell and think.

At every attempt to reason away the absurdity, Lýn had failed.

She was in love with Aonung.

Through and through.

Flaws and all.

"We are courting, Tsahìk. Of course I care deeply for him."

"For someone like Aonung with a commitment to his clan, courting has nothing to do with love, child. It is a path to secure a match in the end. You may care deeply, yes, but finding love in courtship for him is a gift. As leaders, courtship means duty, honor, security."

Lýn bit her lip. She finally understood the pressures Aonung face day after day.

"Then, as a leader whose duty is for the clan- their needs, their happiness... Doesn't Aonung deserve that too? You speak of love as this surprising gift between a match. But... can't he just want to find love for himself?"

Ronal's lips twitched and instead of answering, she asked her own questions. "Does my son know? Does he know how deep your feelings for him fall?"

"...No."

"And will you tell him?"

Ayelýn's head bowed, wordlessly answering the question.

"Pity... Well. There is still time, no?" The Tsahìk uncovered a platter. "I am famished. Would you like to join me for lunch, Ayelýn?"

Staring stunned at the spread, when Lýn glanced up, Ronal was smiling.

The type of smile that told Ayelýn she'd passed some kind of test.

~

Hello friends! 💛

Firstly, I promise you, I tried so many others, but that's the title that happened to stick for this part... and on the topic, I hope the smut was alright... Hehe.

This part got way too long, so I split it into two. The next one coming out will be the final part. *Fingers Crossed*

As always, please let me know what you think.