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Sing a Little Song For Me

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Part 5 of the drabble set and it’s the promised naughties! Enjoy my lovelies!

Warning: Smut, both MC’s have filthy mouths, sexual harassment, cheesy flirting

Author Warning: This is my first time writing smut in a long time, so I’m sorry if it’s not all that great

Pairing: Colonel Miles Quaritch x Na’vi/Avatar named f!reader/OC still not really described

Rated 18+ for sure this time, definitely not kid friendly so go before you need to scrub your eyes with bleach

Words: 3.1k+

Taglist: @rayurbay @tinyfairies @perseny @kimqueenofhell @blueberry-thrawn

Happy New Year! One year closer to Avatar 3

"Husband." I hummed just loud enough for others to hear as I sat back against the table, my foot pressing against the side of his to clue him in that I was addressing him.

"Yes, wife?" He asked, not looking up from his chart but playing along perfectly. He suddenly shifted, thigh to thigh with me as he draped his arm around my front, pulling me closer as though we really were married.

My arms eased from their tight cross as I leaned my head on his shoulder, enjoying the contact so much more than I'd ever willingly admit. "Do you have a shirt I could borrow?"

"Now why on Earth would you wanna wear one of those?" He asked with a chuckle as he turned his head into mine, prompting me to pull away from his shoulder and look up at him. His smile was so bright as his thumb caressed the flesh of my hip so tenderly, like I was precious to him.

His smile fell at my expression, at how bothered I was when I remembered why I was bugging him in the first place "There have been... comments... from the crew. About my state of dress. And bets of how..." I bit my lip as I looked away, filled with shame that should not have been mine.

He abandoned the chart on the table, even with the risk that it could have blown away in the wind, his free hand coming up and brushing stray hairs out of my face with a ghost-light touch as he stood between my legs "Sweetheart?" He asked softly, privately. His brow was lowered in concern as his eyes searched mine for answers, encouraging me to continue.

I took a deep breath to steady myself as I gripped his forearms gently, reassuring myself that he really was there and that I could trust him "There have been bets of how easy I must be. They speak as though they don't realize how good Na'vi hearing is." I sniffed, unable to look him in the eye.

His lips nearly disappeared from how tight his mouth was, his eyes surveying everyone nearby with suspicion and anger at the sheer audacity. "I've got just the shirt, darlin'." He promised, pulling away and taking me by the hand before leading me through more tight hallways and tiny doors. At no point did it feel like he was pulling me, at no point did I feel like I couldn't pull away from him. His hand in mine was grounding, his thumb brushing over my knuckles every few turns was almost a religious experience. When we finally got to his quarters he closed the door behind us, sealing us away from any prying eyes. I shifted on my feet awkwardly as he rifled through his pack until he found what he was looking for. It was a typical fatigue green t-shirt, and I didn't even have to ask him to turn around as soon as I had it in hand. My top was off as soon as he settled, admiring the broad expanse of his back unabashedly as I slipped the t-shirt over my head and began adjusting it and my hair. I had forgotten how nice it was to wear a man's clothes, the material soft and the fit loose since he was bigger than me. It was an inexplicable comfort.

I ran my hand down the front, stopping at the breast pocket when the feel of the fabric changed. 'Col. Miles Quaritch Proj Phx.' in small black bold lettering. It was definitely going to make a statement, one that would hopefully make people leave me alone. "Thank you." I hummed softly, suddenly shy as my hands brushed down my kuru over and over again.

His pupils were dilated much more than necessary as he stared down at me, visibly gulping like he was nervous "Looks good on you." We continued to stare at each other for a moment, tension growing and growing until suddenly it burst like an overloaded dam. We collided somewhere in the middle, hands everywhere as our lips met with a desperation that was only sated with the contact. He groaned loudly into my mouth as my hands found their way under his shirt, fingers spread greedily to touch as much of him as I could at once. Without warning he was lifting me up, forcing me to wrap my legs around his hips lest they just hang there awkwardly. "I think you'll look great in my bed." He smiled up at me, breathless from the kiss.

I laughed at the corniness of the comment but said nothing, instead pulling ever so gently at his kuru. He hissed softly through his teeth as he gazed up at me, clucking his tongue at my shenanigans "I think you'd look pretty good in me." I flirted, though it was more of a straightforward invitation by how blunt it was.

"Is that so?" He asked right before setting me down on the too small bed, not letting me go for even a moment, instead using the opportunity to get even closer. He ground against my clothed core, his hard length promising so much without words. I couldn't even think straight as he nipped and kissed his way around my neck, my heart pounding in my chest as I clung to him desperately, grinding back into him as hard as I could. I pulled on his kuru again, a little harder than last time, pulling him away from my throat so that I could kiss him again, pouring everything I could into it. He met me emotion for emotion, taking everything I had to give and giving his own back. Soon our shirts were on the floor and our pants were well on their way to joining them "How do you take these off?" He asked, nipping at my ear gently as he tugged at my shorts.

"The knot on the right side," I moaned, gripping his back like I'd fly away if I didn't "pull the end with the bead and it'll come loose." I nipped at his pulse point as his thumb dug into my hip, setting my nerves alight as I shuddered under him "Please Miles, please." I panted as my fingers moved to his belt, desperation making them uncoordinated as they tried to undo the buckle. As soon as my shorts were off he was pinning my hips down to the bed with his, making me squirm and whine for friction as he took a couple sips of C02 before pressing the mask down over my face so that I could do the same. As soon as I took enough to satisfy him he was backing off, standing from the bed as he slowly removed his pants, smirking as I watched every movement he made. "Fuuuccckkk, Miles." I keened with need, watching him watch me.

He wasted little time after that, climbing into the bed again and settling between my legs, teasing me with his fingers "Fuck, Ani." He groaned as he nearly struggled to slip two fingers inside of me, even with how wet I was "Gotta open you up, sweetheart." I clamped down on his fingers playfully, his eyes lighting up with that feral light as he smiled down at me "Last chance, one little word and we can both part ways like this never happened." He watched me as he asked for my consent, working a third finger inside of me, stretching me in all the best ways.

I lifted my hips a little, searching for more as I bit my lip "Please fuck me, Miles. I feel like I'm going insane." I begged with a needy keen.

"Whatever my woman wants." He promised before removing his fingers and replacing them with his cock, trying to be gentle even though we were both needy and desperate.

"Ohhhhh fuucck! Miles!" I cried out, shifting my hips up to him, making him sink deeper much faster than he had anticipated as I clung to his back, no doubt leaving scratches behind. He moaned so loud next to my ear I was almost sure he was roaring, bottoming out inside of me and still trying to push in further.

One of his hands grabbed my hip, trying to keep me still as the other fisted the blanket under us "Don't move." He ordered through clenched teeth. I didn't obey though, shifting my hips so that the entire angle changed, allowing him even deeper as his head hit my cervix perfectly. The hand on my hip increased pressure, trying to pin me into place as Miles shuttered above me "Do you want me to cum right now?" He asked as his teeth grazed my jaw, making it so hard to obey him. I keened a wordless beg as I nuzzled the side of his head, needing him more than ever in that moment, tightening around him hard enough that he was moaning loudly again "Have it your way." He growled before latching his teeth on the junction between my shoulder and neck and pulling his cock almost completely out of me. I whined instinctively, afraid of the emptiness he'd leave behind before he slammed back into me, making me see stars as the head hit just the right spot with just the right amount of force. I was well past the ability to speak, only able to mewl and nearly scream unintelligibly as I met him thrust for thrust.

He pulled away a bit after a few more thrusts, sitting up on his heels as he bucked, pulling my hips up his thighs for an entirely new angle that created a delicious drag that burned every fiber of my being. It was driving me insane, bringing me over the edge of an orgasm and keeping me sailing through the clouds even well past it. I pulled myself up by his shoulders, taking over the pace as I began riding him slow and sensually, circling my hips and moving in ways he hadn't imagined were possible judging by the moans he tried to muffle against my chest. "You're so beautiful, Ani." He praised, looking up at me as though he was seeing the moon the first time, or a sunrise after a long arduous night. The adoration in his gaze made me want to cry with joy. It was something I had never experienced before, even in my first marriage, and by Eywa it was addictive. His hands explored my flesh tenderly, every touch filled with reverence "So perfect for me, like we were made for each other." He continued as his eyes slipped closed. His fingers found the ragged scars on my thigh and never left them as he began thrusting up into me again, opening his eyes and capturing mine. His free hand moved me how he needed me, his expression pinching with the ecstasy "Ani, Ani," He chanted as though my name was a prayer just for him "I'm gonna, oh God I'm gonna..." He came with a roar, holding me tightly against him as he spent himself inside of me. Even after he was fully spent he held me there, his fingertips brushing up and down my spine as my fingers brushed through his short hair in mindless patterns "I'll do whatever it takes, to atone for this." He vowed, his thumb brushing back and forth over the inside scar on my thigh. "Even if it takes the rest of my life." His gaze met mine with sincere intensity.

My fingertips brushed over his cheeks and down his neck as I breathed deeply, not caring that the lack of enough C02 made me slightly dizzy as I pressed my forehead against his "The man who did it is dead, ma Miles." I assured him, hoping that he would hear my words and believe them. "All I want is your love, for you and I to raise our son together."

He held me closer, hugging me tightly to him as though he could put me directly into his heart "God above, you really are perfect." He chuckled softly before pulling away enough to kiss me tenderly.

"Only for you." I vowed against his lips before pulling away completely, knowing that if I was light headed he certainly was. I gave him his AAS-R02 before retrieving mine and taking a few deep breaths before setting it down to get dressed. He got dressed too, though only in his pants, before pulling me down onto the bed with him, holding me firmly as he tucked his face against my neck while sliding his arm under my head like a pillow. "I'm sorry for your back." I hummed softly as I nuzzled into his bicep, suddenly tired.

"Badge of honor." He hummed, brushing off my apology with a soft smile "If you don't scratch me during sex I'm doing somethin wrong." He kissed the back of my neck tenderly before pulling me closer, his heartbeat strong against my back "Can we sleep like this every night?" He asked absently.

"The bed is way too small, and you share the room with Spider, so no sex at night." I pointed out with a teasing laugh, shifting so I could glance back at him.

"We can take the mattress from your room and put it on the floor with mine and then put my bedframe in your old room. And who said I only wanted sex? Holding you is nice." He shrugged before pulling me closer again, burying his face into my shoulder for a moment.

"I guess we could do that." I sighed teasingly, my smile too large to be a negative to his idea.

After a moment he pulled away and began playing with my kuru like he was studying it "Can Na'vi connect queue with each other like you can an Ikran?" He asked, looking between me and my kuru as he held it up between us.

"It's how Na'vi mate." I nodded before falling into a stretch. "I'm not ready to mate yet, before you ask." I hummed, heading him off at the pass if that was where his next step was going to be.

"Heard." He nodded understandingly "Can you tell me more about it? Is it like bonding with an Ikran?"

"Mo'at, the Tsahik of the Omaticaya, always explained it to the kids like a bonding of souls. Making tsaheylu with another person was to bond mind body and soul. That the lines between the two would forever blur, even if they were not actively bonded. Mates are loyal to each other first, they will fight their own brothers and sisters if they hurt their mate." I explained, pulling his hand away from my kuru so that I could play with it, holding it aloft as I ghosted a fingertip over the lines, up and down his fingers, and down to his elbow.

"Is that why you're not ready to mate?" He asked softly, letting me do whatever with his hand, even when his fingers twitched from it tickling "Because of your loyalties?"

"Yes." No use beating around the bush, even if I was telling him I was choosing others over a lifetime with him.

"I admire that." He admitted honestly as he began brushing his fingertips up and down my arm, going from fingertips to elbow much like I had.

An intrusive question entered my mind and wouldn't leave, no matter how hard I fought to, making me restless and jittering until I finally let it free "Would you fight the entire RDA for me?" I asked softly, not looking at him for fear of seeing his reaction.

"What?" He asked as he turned to look at me, his shock evident without even looking at him.

"If we mated, would you fight the RDA for me? I'm still wanted by them." I explained, finally turning around and looking at him. It was almost funny, in that moment I was more afraid of his answer than I ever had been of him, my heart pounding so hard that he glanced at my throat, watching it for a few moments.

"I..." He started, his voice soft like the eye of a hurricane "I don't know." He finally answered, looking back up into my eyes, hope and sincerity waiting there for me.

His answer was better than I'd hoped it would be, letting me relax into him once more with a soft sigh "That's fair." I nodded as he relaxed as well, letting loose a gush of air he'd been holding. "I'd never ask you to anyway." I admitted, glancing up at him.

He kissed me tenderly in response, pulling my thigh over his in a bid for more closeness before he groaned and pulled away "You need to stop being so good, woman." He murmured against my lips before nipping at my bottom lip gently.

"Now why on Earth would I do that?" I echoed his previous statement back to him with a beaming smile, shifting us both so that he was on his back and I was straddling him.

He grinned up at me, verging on a bright smile as he held my hips "There's only so many times in a day I can pull you into this room." He winked up at me as I guffawed a quick laugh at the ceiling.

"Oh Great Mother, he thinks he can fuck me all day!" I teased him as I sat up, grinding on him a little to get his goat. "I seem to remember someone nearly came as soon as they were hilted." I continued, poking him gently on the nose. He growled up at me playfully before quickly changing our positions before I could even laugh.

He was rather comfortable between my legs, hiking one up over his shoulder as he ground down into me, providing a sinful amount of drag on my clit "It's not my fault that you were too tight for even two of my fingers, darlin'. And it's definitely not my fault that you're a goddess given form." He rumbled before kissing me sweetly, so sweetly I nearly didn't notice that he was untying my shorts again.

"What about Spider?" I asked, though I wasn't able to finish my question as his hand dipped into my loosened shorts, giving his fingers full access to my core. Access that he took full advantage of.

"I have Mansk teaching him more advanced drills. We've got all afternoon." He promised, smiling as he kissed me greedily, swallowing every moan I gave him as he hooked his fingers just right.

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