Summary: Jake picks up a shunned stranger in a bar. While he has a fantastic night with her and she helps him feel things he's missed in his time of being in a wheelchair, she refuses to let him stay past sunrise. Lemon. Smut. 18+ only. Don't like it; don't read it.
Disclaimer: I own nothing relating to James Cameron's Avatar. Obviously, it belongs to James Cameron and affiliates. My original character, Tallyah, is the only thing I own here. Funny Man Franks is a fake company name.
Notes: If you own the extended collector's edition BluRay, then you've seen the bar scene of Jake at the very beginning. This tidbit takes place a few months before that. Also, her name is pronounced Tall-yah, not Tal-i-yah. One last thing, I don't know how paralyzing affects various parts of the body in real life. I made up my own rules for the purpose of this fic.
Warning: Rated M for a reason. Cussing. Vulgar language. Sexually explicit scenes. Pure smut. PWP. Limes. Lemons. 18+ only. Do I need to keep going?
As he rolled through the double sets doors of Gene's Sports Bar, Jake Sully took a nice deep breath of the filtered air before heading toward one of the pool tables. "I still don't see why you don't get a mask," one of the male patrons said as he leaned on his pool stick and gave Jake a smirk. "It ain't like they're expensive."
"And cover this handsome face?" Jake threw back with an almost identical smirk. "That'd be a shame to society." The pair shared a laugh as the bald pool player gave Jake a friendly smack on the back, just above the back of his wheelchair.
"How ya been, Dino?" the seated Marine asked as he caught a waitress' eye and waved her over. While waiting for her to navigate the throng of patrons, he looked over to his friend and glanced over his attire, looking for any tell-tale signs like a lipstick smudge or phone-number napkin sticking out of his pocket. The five-foot-eleven man shrugged and grabbed his beer mug from a nearby table, taking several swigs before replacing it on the cold metal surface. His black t-shirt had long since had its sleeves ripped off and the Funny Man Franks logo on the front was almost completely worn off. Brown work pants that had seen too many days were missing the right-side cargo pocket, likely from him trying to stuff a power drill in there, Jake mused. Boots akin to Jake's usual combat ones totaled Dino's outfit. Simplistic, like the person wearing them.
"Meh. Another day, another dollar. Boss still riding our asses about perfect blend ratios going into the melting vats. We keep telling him it's all about what stuff we get from the rail carts-" At this point, Jake lost interest in his friend's rant about recycled materials and government inspections, as the waitress had sauntered up in skin-tight black-weave ass-grabbing pants and a loosely draped black-weave shirt that dared to give a show if she turned too quickly.
"What'll it be, cowboy?" she asked as she smacked noisily on a piece of detox gum.
Jake thought to himself. Great bod but not a brain cell in her head. Not worth the trouble. "Beer and a shot of whatever's on special," he said with a smile that required only minimal effort. The waitress gave him a wink that she probably gave every male that she hoped for a tip out of before she sauntered away again.
"Don't bother," he heard in his right ear as Dino had leaned down to him. "Already tried a couple times. She wants to either be paid or move in." Jake gave a smirk as he looked to his friend and gave a shake of his head.
"Na, not my speed anyway," he commented before looking back to the pool table. As Dino saw his partner had finished their shot, he leaned in and studied the table. It was then that Jake caught a glimpse of something red out of the corner of his eye.
His Marine training kicked in slightly as he turned his eyes before his head to see what it was that perked his interest. After a few seconds, he spotted her through the crowd. Sitting at the bar, one long leg hooked over the other, was a woman dressed in silver-knit. Jake cocked a brow as he thought it was pretty expensive stuff to be wearing to a bar like this. Precious fibers aren't cheap. The material wrapped her upper body in the form of a long-sleeve shirt with hood hiding her hair and a slack waist, bunched around a simple black belt and ending as a very
very short dress high on her thighs. Those long legs were encased in black faux-leather boots with a large belt-like buckle at the top to keep them in place. Yup, definitely not cheap. After watching her for a minute or so, he realized what the red was that caught his eye. When she reached for her green and blue swirling drink in front of her, he saw her hand. Her skin looked as though she had been working with red clay all day and it had stained her hands in a slightly blotchy pattern. His denim-blue gaze went back down to where her flesh was peeking out between her boots and dress. Sure enough, that skin matched. He instantly knew what she was, but kept his mouth shut. Girl probably didn't need the attention.
"Now that is more my speed," Dino said as he clapped a hand on Jake's shoulder, having easily caught where his wheely friend's gaze had become glued. Obviously he'd finished his shot at the table. Just then, the waitress came back to the pair and deposited Jake's beer and shot on the tiny metal table by them. He pressed his thumb to the touchpad she produced for him and she tapped it a few times to process his purchase before giving another automatic wink and walking away again.
"Dibs," was all Jake said before grabbing his shot and downing it. Nothing like liquid courage.
"Dude!" Dino said exasperated, giving him an open arm gesture of what-the-fuck.
As Jake grabbed his beer and downed a few swigs to prevent it from spilling, he gave his friend a shrug, then tucked the beer between his legs and smirked at him. "Hey, if you wanna enforce bros-before-hos, you better buy me dinner first, and I ain't cheap, sweetie." He smirked again and motioned to the pool table. "You're up anyways," he said before rotating around and wheeling over to the silver-clad figure at the bar.
She caught his approach out of her peripheral vision and turned her head toward him, revealing dark brown eyes behind stray locks of brown, black, gold, and red all interwoven into each other. Bringing a hand up to tuck those locks back into her hood and out of her face, she glanced him up and down appreciatively. "No mask," she said in a voice that was almost ethereal to his ears. "You've either been off-world or you're military. Am I right?" she asked before taking a sip of the still swirling drink in her hand.
"Right on the second count," he replied as he shook a piece of his own mud brown hair out of his eyes. "Jake," he offered as he extended a hand up to her.
She glanced between his face and his offered hand momentarily before slowly extending her own and inserting it into his. He figured it was to give him plenty of time to run (or roll, in his case) at the sight of her skin. He didn't run, only gave it a gentle squeeze before running his thumb over the back of her hand briefly and letting go. "Tallyah," she replied as she watched his reaction. "I take it you're not afraid of
" she trailed off.
Out of courtesy, he wheeled closer to her stool, scooting the one next to her over further so he could park right next to her. "A Child of the Mist?" he spoke in a low tone, knowing the ambient noise of the bar would keep their conversation mostly private. Her slender brow rose as she realized he knew exactly what she was. "I don't believe those horror stories about the mutants born from the first scientists on Mars. Sure it made your skin red, but most of the other stuff?" he shook his head as he reached for his beer. "Na, not that bad."
"Not that bad?" she echoed with a smirk. "So you don't think I'm going to invade your mind and make you want to jump out of an airlock or something?" she asked before sipping her drink again.
Jake shrugged and settled his beer between his legs again after drinking. "Na, there's definitely stuff going on with the Misties, but if you were a danger to society, I would've heard something come down the foodchain when I was in."
"And we would have been hunted down like the nuclear mutants at the turn of the century," she said in a tone he thought was almost longing. He watched as she downed the last of her drink in three gulps and set it back on the bar gently. He also noticed the disgusted look the barkeep gave when he noticed the glass, but made no motion to see if she wanted another.
"Wanna go somewhere?" he asked before he realized the words had left his mouth. The decent human in him wanted to get her away from people that treated her like that, if only for a night.
He watched her take a measured breath, glance at the barkeep under her black lashes, then back to him next to her. He also watched as she looked him up and down a bit more carefully than the first time. He was in his usual t-shirt, cargos, and sneakers, all black tonight save for the semi-faded dragon design on the left side of the chest that was bright red a long time ago. As usual, his earth-brown hair was messy and clumped at random and he had a day or so of stubble growing. The tribal design on his right upper arm would have would have shown a bit if he hadn't been wearing his black denim jacket. He hadn't even been in the bar long enough to contemplate taking it off.
His gaze took in her face as she uncrossed that leg that looked like it could go on for miles, tucking both to the side as she leaned down closer to him. Her voice was low enough to keep below the ambient noise, but he heard her just fine. "My place is close," she said with what he could swear to have a husky undertone.
He cocked a brow at her boldness, but a smirk quickly followed. "Sounds good," he said with an optimistic tone. "Lemme let my bud know so he doesn't come looking for me." She nodded and reached to her left upper arm with her right hand, starting to tug off the mask she had strapped there.
"I'll meet you outside," she said as she glanced to where he'd come from. Jake figured Dino was watching, hoping Jake would flop so he could swoop in. Dino was about to meet disappointment. Jake nodded to her and scooted away from the bar before rotating around. He noticed her pull that mask up to her face, but didn't catch what it looked like. He rolled over to Dino and picked his glass up from between his legs, grinning as he gulped down about half of its remaining contents.
Dino looked to Jake, to the woman in silver walking out the door, and back to Jake. Before he could put in a comment about missing his chance, Jake smirked and said, "Don't wait up."
Dino could only scoff and shake his head. "How in the fuck does a guy in a chair do better with women than me?!" He chuckled and shook his head again before holding out his open hand. "You can at least gimme the rest of that beer, lucky punk." Jake smirked before downing the rest of the beer in two big gulps and handing Dino the empty mug.
"There ya go. I think there's a drop left in there," he smirked. "Catch ya later," he said before spinning around and heading for the door Tallyah had just walked through.
"Oh don't worry," Dino called after him. "I'll make sure you know it next time I get one!" he chuckled before resuming his pool game.
Rolling through both sets of doors, Jake was immediately met by San Francisco's smog-tainted air and took a measured breath to fight the wave of dizziness that tried to assault him. "That's one of the reasons I use the mask, even having detox shots," he heard from his right. Turning his head, he saw Tallyah leaning her shoulder against the side of the building, arms loosely crossed across her middle. Her mask now hid her face, a full face mask with black and silver streaks spreading from the eyes and mouth. Her eyes could barely be seen through the pair of slits. She pushed off the wall and motioned with her chin for him to follow her down the sidewalk towards the nearby intersection.
"The other reason?" he asked before they got around too many people. He didn't miss the quick glance around she gave before she offered her answer.
"The red likes to flare up anywhere on our bodies, including our faces. It's a lot easier to just wear the mask and not worry about someone seeing. People actually stare less when you wear one," she glanced down to him rolling by her side as she continued, "as opposed to without." He smirked to her using him as an example, having a feeling that she was smirking too.
When they got to the intersection, the light had just turned red, so they were near the front, waiting for the street of acryl-crete to change colors. They waited in comfortable silence, her hand resting on one of the handles on the back of his wheelchair. Jake knew she wouldn't want to discuss what she was with so many people around, as the sidewalk very quickly became crowded with pedestrians. When the light changed and the street of their level turned green, Tallyah slipped behind Jake as they both went forward, allowing the busier pedestrians to get by. She didn't try to push his chair, simply walked behind until they got to the other side. Once there, she gave him a gentle tap on the shoulder and pointed her hand next to his head, indicating for him to turn left at the sidewalk. Four intersections later and they arrived at her apartment building.
"The primary elevator is undergoing maintenance, so we'll have to use the service one," she said as she stepped ahead of him and offered her thumb to the door lock of the outside doors. The smallest billow of air brushed both of them as they stepped into the airlock for the building. Jake quickly noticed it was much more high-tech than the one for his building and looked like it didn't have any leaks, also different from his. "That way, soldier," she said with a motion of her hand. "Hope you're not claustrophobic," she added with smirk he was sure she had under that mask.
"Why do you say that?" he asked as they walked up to the metal sliding door. His answer came very quickly when she pressed her thumb to the access panel and the door slid open. The service elevator was barely big enough for two people to stand facing each other.
"Back yourself in there and we'll be able to get out easier at my floor." Jake arched a thick brown brow to her but figured she knew how this thing worked better than he did. As he spun around and backed his chair into the tiny elevator, Tallyah slid her hood back and removed her mask, fully revealing her mis-matched hair that touched just past her shoulders. A quick snap and the mask was secured around her left arm just as Jake got positioned.
" he said as he glanced around at the minimal space around his chair. "I don't think this is gonna work." He tried to chuckle it off but she waved a dismissing hand at him.
"Of course it will," was all she offered before stepping up to him and depositing herself squarely in his lap, turning sideways so her feet and lower legs dangled over Jake's right leg and his left arm automatically came up to hold the small of her back. "If you know how to work what you've got," she said with a wink that was much more appealing than that of the waitress. She reached over to the button panel and tapped one of the blue square buttons, causing the doors to close. As the elevator began its accent, she turned her attention fully to the man on whose lap she currently occupied. "Quick question. Waist or hips?"
Jake instantly knew what she was referring to. There was a big difference between people paralyzed from the waist down and the hips down. Waist down; you couldn't piss on your own, had trouble controlling your torso, and usually had to be seatbelted into your chair or have handrails so you didn't fall out. Hips down; everything still works fine except your legs. He'd been fortunate enough (if you could call it that) to be the latter. "Hips," he replied.
"Good," she said on a grin. "Then this will be just as fun for you as for me." She wrapped her right arm around his shoulders and took his stubbled cheek in her left hand, using it to aim as she brought her lips to his. He offered little resistance as he quickly confirmed her intentions. Before the elevator could even reach her floor, their tongues were having a battle of wills, both eager for much more. With the soft ding-dong of the doors, Tallyah finally came up for air, tossing one leg between the open doors to ensure they didn't close before they could depart. Jake mentally fought himself to keep from looking down to see if that movement had ridden her dress up beyond the point of no return. "Come on, cutie," she practically whispered as she unraveled herself from his lap and stood into the hallway, holding one hand on the door so it wouldn't close on him.
"Yes, ma'am," he replied on a grin, rolling forward onto the matte black metal floor. He followed her down the hallway at a distance just far enough that he could appreciate the view of her neatly rounded ass swaying beneath the silver-knit. When she stopped to press her thumb to the access panel, he glanced around and arched a brow when he noticed the doors were more than a few feet apart, like in his building. When she opened the door and stepped aside for him to roll past her, he found out why.
"Holy shit," he said as he took in how large the apartment was. Where he lived in a windowless hole no bigger than six-feet by ten-feet, her apartment was almost a loft, bragging at least fifteen-feet by twenty; very large by the standard of the day. He wheeled to the center of the room and took in his surroundings. A sliding-door coat closet occupied a small space by the door. What looked like a queen-size bed (another astoundingly large item) was partially hidden behind free-standing panels of frosted acrylic. A kitchenette with island counter took up the corner to his left. A frosted acrylic cube made the walls of a bathroom to his right. And dead in front of him were floor to ceiling windows offering a view overlooking the local area of San Francisco. "Damn, girl. What's a woman with this kinda money doing hanging out in a bar like that?" he asked as he spun back around to her.
She was just removing her hand from the coat closet when he looked to her, and he noticed her mask was no longer on her arm. She held her hand out expectantly and Jake started to remove his jacket as she spoke. "Some of the Misties are more like our horror stories than we prefer the populace to know. Me? I can tell intentions, detect lies, that sort of thing. I've been called an empath more than once." He handed her his jacket and she tucked it away in the closet, sliding the door shut again before continuing. "I work for a major corporation that prefers not to be named. Basically I sit in on important meetings and let the big boys know when they've been lied to, deceived, or when someone is about to try something naughty," she added with a smirk. "I'm paid well for my work."
"Doesn't explain what you were doing in a low-class bar where I found you," Jake commented as she stepped away from the closet and towards the kitchenette. He rotated around and scooted only slightly forward, not wanting to crowd her, at least not yet.
Tallyah spun open a cylindrical cupboard and pulled out a tall bottle of the same shape. She set it on the island counter before retrieving a pair of short glasses from another spot. She answered his question as she opened the bottle and started pouring. "The corporation prefers people don't know I work for them; even offered to set up a fake job I could claim if anyone started asking. I told them not to bother, since I can easily tell when someone wants to dig into my life. It's not hard to lose track of someone in today's world." She closed the bottle again before taking a glass in each hand, holding one out to him as she leaned one hip on the counter. He appreciated how she didn't coddle him, didn't take the steps for him. He wheeled over and took the glass, now sitting less than a foot from where she stood. "Big names don't hang out in places like that, so it's easier to get out and get a drink I don't have to mix myself. Plus there tends to be less ego where there's less money," she added with a wink before taking a sip from her glass.
Jake contemplated her over the rim of his glass as he drank. She appeared to be doing the same, both simply looking at each other in silence for a few moments. Jake noticed that it wasn't quite an awkward silence, but needed to end just the same. "So what's a rich Misty doing taking home a guy like me?" He didn't have to elaborate what he meant by that; she would understand just fine. A cripple.
A sly half-grin tugged at her lips which looked like they were turning redder as she stood there. Setting her glass on the counter again, she motioned for him to hand over his, which he did. She set it next to hers before leaning down and bracing herself, one hand on either side of his thighs, leaning on his chair carefully. She brought her lips to his ear, almost touching, close enough for him to feel the heat of her face on his ear, and her breath even more so. His hands automatically went to the tires of the chair, holding them both steady. "Why don't you get comfortable on my bed over there and I'll tell you after I come out of the bathroom?" she whispered. It definitely had that husky undertone he thought he heard before. The way her breath caressed his ear, it was enough to make his cock twitch.
When he turned his head to look to her face, to see if he could get a confirmation of her intentions from her expression, his lips were met by hers and all complex thoughts went out her wall-size window. Both their mouths were open almost instantly, taking the breath of the other and offering their own in return. A small part of Jake wondered how long it had been since a woman had even considered him enough to think about doing this with him. That small part was quickly silenced when her tongue ventured into his mouth, seeking out his own slick muscle. A moan reached his ears as their tongues slid against each other, but he wasn't sure who it came from. Very carefully, she retracted from the kiss and gave a quick flick of her tongue on his bottom lip before standing upright again. Her lips were plump from his ministrations and he decided he liked that look on her. She gave a nod of her head towards the bed as she stepped away from him, headed for the tiny room in the corner made of frosted acrylic walls.
"When's the last time you were tested, sweetie?" he heard her call to him just before the sound of the door shutting behind her. He rolled over to her bed, using her metal siderails as a brace to hoist himself up onto the plush surface.
"When I went in," he replied as he scooted his chair to the side, close enough to reach but out of her way. "Haven't had any unprotected since." He arched a brow to her direct attitude, but at the same time appreciated the honesty. "You?" he replied, hoping she could hear him clearly through the walls of her bathroom. He glanced over toward said room as he reached down and started untying his sneakers. He could see her distorted silhouette behind the frost. It looked like she had one of those incredibly long legs propped up on something and was sliding off one of her thigh-high boots. Again, she made his cock twitch at a moment she wasn't even touching him.
"Every year. Company policy. They don't care about in-office relationships, but they'll be damned if someone starts spreading something around that ends up wiping out half the staff. And if I do things like this, I ask the same questions." He arched a brow again to the thought of her bringing home other guys and wondering how often she did so. Before he could even think of vocalizing his concerns, he heard a muffled chuckle from behind that frost. "Don't worry, sweetie. I don't do this too often. Not many guys are nice like you these days. I'm kinda picky like that." He wasn't sure if he should feel complimented or what.
He shook his head to clear out those questions, figuring going with the flow would be the best way to deal with all this. Once he had his boots removed, Jake scooted his butt backward on the sheets, which he now took a good look at. Deep, rich purple in something incredibly smooth. Cloned silk maybe? He wouldn't be surprised if it were. Woman had expensive taste; that much was certain. He wriggled around a bit until he was sitting just about right that, if he were to lie down, his head would hit the pillow dead center. As it was, he had his legs straight in front of him and he leaned back on his hands. He took a moment to silently thank his first physical therapist, who told him his abs and lower back needed to be worked more than anything to keep the most control of his body. That thought was fleeting though, because he then heard the door to the bathroom open again.
Tallyah stepped out wearing what many would describe as a scrap of fabric and a single piece of string. He'd seen the thing advertised one night when he couldn't sleep and was just staring at whatever was on TV blankly. It was advertised as a String Shirt, a single (very long) strip of fabric folded in a fancy manner and held in place by a single piece of string that looked like a drawstring going from her collarbone down the front to where the garment ended mid-thigh. If it were made in traditional fashion, it could simply be called a short dress. But where's the fun in that, when you could have something advertised to literally fall apart with the pull of that single string in the front? Jake's mouth started to water as he already imagined what would show itself when he pulled that string. The silver-knit before didn't allow him to see her curves. The material had been slack and bunched up at her waist, part of the latest fashion trend. What she wore now allowed him to see her true shape, the deep green strip turning this way and that along her flesh like a second skin. Her hips were slightly wider than he'd expected, but trimmed in nicely further up where her waist connected. Her stomach was mostly flat, but had the slightest pudge of a girl who didn't skip dessert. Her ribcage had a classic V-shape up towards her shoulders, only interrupted by a pair of well-endowed breasts he couldn't wait to get his hands on. Under normal circumstances, he'd contemplate whether he could fit one in just one of his hands, or would it take two. For some reason, he didn't think about it that much right now. He just wanted to touch her.
"Your mind reels, Jake," she practically whispered as she made her way toward him with slow, deliberate steps of her bare feet on the matte-cream painted metal floor. She lifted a hand and ran it through her multi-hued locks, which he noticed liked to bunch up like his into tousles. It gave her a wild, almost untamed look. Her dark brown eyes ran up and down his form as she approached him. He couldn't help but notice how her chest expanded and contracted with a particularly deep breath she took when she was near the bed. "Calm your mind," she continued as she crawled into his lap, kneeling over him with one leg on either side and her face a scant inch from his. "Just feel," she said before locking her lips with his once again.
Jake automatically brought his left hand up to the back of her neck, his fingers diving through her hair to her neck, slowly massaging there as his tongue took a slow assault into her mouth. His right hand remained propping him up, braced on the bed behind him. His eyes closed automatically, but he could feel her hands working their own magic. Her right hand slowly worked up and down his chest outside his t-shirt while her left almost mimicked his, her manicured nails working the back of his neck wonderfully. She tasted of the vodka infusion she'd served them both only a few minutes ago. That and something else; something that tasted like how wildflower perfume smelled. He couldn't put his finger on it and didn't really care at this point. It tasted divine. He heard the start of a moan creeping from her throat, but it didn't quite make it all the way out. He decided to coax it.
The next time she retracted her tongue from his mouth, he pounced at the opportunity and started his venture south. He trailed small, open mouthed kisses down her cheek, jawline, and then to her neck, where her collarbone sat exposed in the wide-neck design of her attire. His eyes drifted slightly open occasionally as his lips worked on her skin. He caught fleeting glimpses of her flesh working like molten lava, shifting red colors as she got worked up. He paid it little attention as he set to work on her neck. His lips, teeth, and tongue laid claim to her throat, shoulder, collarbone, and everywhere in between. He knew he'd hit a spot she enjoyed when he felt her grind against him and that half-moan came out in full force at last. It wasn't quite where her neck and shoulder junctured, but slightly forward, where her pulse hammered away when he started to suck on her flesh and leave his mark. "Oh gods," he heard her whisper like a prayer.
He couldn't help but smirk as he quickly kissed his way back up to her ear and whispered back. "Not quite. I said my name's Jake." He grinned as she chuckled once and turned her head to him, smirking.
"And which would you prefer I scream?" she asked in a playful tone before raking her nails down the front of his chest, taking hold of the bottom hem of his shirt once her hand got there.
"Either is fine," he responded as he leaned back to allow her enough room to pull the shirt up. He maneuvered each arm one at a time to help her get the shirt off, looking to her with that cocky grin again before speaking. "As long as I make you scream."
She grinned in a manner that almost mirrored his before she ran her hands down his chiseled chest and abs, sucking a breath through her teeth as she felt how toned each piece of him was. She chewed on her bottom lip as she brought both hands to his abs, trailing her fingers over each muscle and in each valley. He leaned back on both hands, letting her perform her inspection of his body. It felt so good to simply be touched like this again. Her questing hands eventually made their way up to his neck and jaw, where she delicately held his face before bringing her face to his and giving another deep kiss. This one quickly became escalated, perhaps due to feeling her hands on his bare flesh moments ago. In less than ten seconds, he brought his left hand up to her face again and gently held her as he pulled his head back to look her in the face. "Come're, baby," he whispered as he let himself slide down slowly, laying down beneath her. Her own upper body matched his fairly well as she laid down with him, letting her minute weight settle atop him before her lips crashed back onto his. Now Jake could finally grab her with both hands, as he'd wanted to do since she'd stepped out of the bathroom.
While her hands busied themselves with his hair and pecs, his went to her ribcage, gently squeezing perhaps for no more reason but to make sure she was real and not just a fantastic dream. His fingers crept between the layers of the elaborately folded strip of fabric that covered her shoulders, torso, and upper thighs. The flesh he found was smooth and warm, making his fingertips crave more and eliciting a moan from him that became trapped between their locked lips. Withdrawing one of his hands, he massaged towards her left breast, taking a gentle hold of the fabric-clad flesh and kneading it with slightly uneven timing of his fingers. This earned him a whimper from the delicious woman lying on top of him, whom he had no doubt could feel the bulge below his waistline with little difficulty.
This didn't go on for very long before she tore her mouth from his and put her lips to his ear, letting them stroke along the ridge of his ear as she spoke in a hushed but urgent tone. "I want to taste you," she barely got out before slipping her hand that was on his chest down between them and grabbing hold of his thickness through his pants. She stroked him slowly and firmly with only his pants and boxers keeping her hand from his hot skin while she whispered in his ear. "I want to make you moan."
Just the thought of it was enough to make him moan. "Baby, I won't last long if you do that. It's been a while for me," he confessed as his eyes drifted closed to the sensation of her stroking. Hell, at the rate she was going, he wouldn't even get his pants off.
"Don't worry," she breathed onto his ear as her fingers crept up to the button of his pants. "I'll make you ready to go again afterward. Trust me." Tallyah's fingers made quick work of the pants button and then the zipper as she propped her weight up slightly to give her hand room to work. Jake thought about asking her what she meant by that, but those thoughts were short lived as her hand slipped through the now open fly, bypassed his boxers, and gripped his cock in a firm caress that he thought would be his undoing.
"Oh god, yes," he managed to say. That seemed to be all the incentive she needed. Jake quickly found himself missing the warmth of her body as she sat up, straddled his thighs, and shimmied backward.
As she took hold of his pants and boxers with both hands, his insecurities must have shown in his eyes, as she gave a soft, reassuring smile. "Don't worry. I already had an idea of what you'd look like naked when you said hi in the bar."
Her words did the trick as he cocked his head to the side and gave a confused look, insecurities forgotten. "You were imagining me naked that early?" he asked with a boyish grin.
"Mhmm," she nodded as she pulled his pants and boxers down further, revealing his hard manhood and atrophied legs. She un-straddled him momentarily to get both pieces of clothes off his legs and tossed them to the floor where his t-shirt already laid. "It was kind of amusing imagining how sculpted you'd be from using your arms so much." He sucked in a breath as she crawled back on top of him, ghosting her hot breath over his cock. "And this didn't disappoint either," she grinned before licking him from base to tip in one long stroke.
Jake let out a muffled groan as his cock twitched to the attention she was giving it. He was able to pry his eyes open when she paused to reposition. Thanks to the large bed, she was able to lay sideways to his body, placing her left arm on the opposite side of his hips for balance, while her right hand took a gentle but sure grip at the base of his oh so sensitive flesh. She began to run that hand up and down his length as she finished positioning her legs. He noticed that she made sure her thighs and what lay between were close enough that he could touch and caress at his leisure, which he did. As soon as she leaned in to take the head of him into her mouth, his left hand went to her right thigh, as she was lying on her left side. His face contorted with pleasure as he felt himself disappear into the warm, moist cavern of her mouth, unable to stop the moan that escaped his lips.
It took him several moments of ragged breathing before he could think enough to slip his hand down between her thighs, which she graciously parted for him, bending one knee up. He immediately noticed that she hadn't bothered to keep any panties on. Just as well; they wouldn't gotten in the way or been ripped off. While her mouth and hand worked in tandem up and down the length of him, Jake let two fingers glide back and forth on the slit leading to her pussy. His muscled chest rose and fell in quick bursts as he tried to keep his breathing under control. "Damn, baby," was all he was able to utter in response to her working of his cock. He could feel the blood and pressure building all the way from his navel to the tip of his dick. At that moment, he didn't give a damn that he couldn't feel anything lower than that.
Rubbing her slick folds gently, he plunged two fingers into her moist pussy. "So wet," he cooed to her as he began to pump those two fingers in and out of her at the same pace that she took him into her mouth. When he began to curl his fingers on the in-stroke, it must have hit a good spot, as she started to hum her approval around his heated flesh. "Oh fuck!" he moaned as his eyes screwed shut. "I ain't gonna last, baby," he said in a rushed breath. "So good." It took almost everything in him to keep pumping his fingers into her and not simply give in to the incredible things she was doing with her mouth. He managed to open his eyes for a split second, to look down at where his dick was disappearing repeatedly into her sinful mouth. In that moment, he lost it. He caught sight of her deep, rich, brown eyes, glazed over with lust, gazing up at him through dark lashes and framed by that wild and multi-colored mass she called hair. It was so intoxicatingly erotic that his cock twitched one last time before he fisted the sheets with his right hand and curled his two fingers deep in her pussy with his left. As he let out a guttural groan and threw his head deep into the pillow, he felt her mouth descend deep onto his flesh as he shot his hot seed into her greedy mouth.
"Oh fuck," he muttered again as he felt her slowly pull her mouth off his slowly softening dick. He opened his eyes again to see her licking her lips before leaning in to lick him again, which caused his dick to twitch slightly, as highly sensitive as it was in that precise moment. Tallyah gave long, languid strokes of her tongue along the length of him, cleaning every drop of his fresh seed. He slowed the work of his fingers and withdrew his hand slowly.
"Yummy," she muttered with a grin as she slowly uncurled from him.
He brought his hand to his own mouth and licked the juices from his fingers, looking her straight in the eyes as he did. "Very," he replied. Her grin spread even further as she watched him, obviously enjoying the show he offered. "Come're, baby," he whispered with a definite huskiness. "I want more." He curled his fingers to her, beckoning her closer. She ran her tongue along her lip as she seemed to contemplate his offer. It didn't take long for her to make up her mind, as Jake quickly found himself under her again.
She crawled up his body, planting open mouth kisses along his abdomen, stomach, chest, and eventually his jaw, before bringing her body upright. Jake's hands were guided by hers to the bottom of the string on the front of her attire, as she sat straddle of his stomach. He gave a small groan to the feeling of her dripping wet pussy on his bare abs.
"Pull it down and unwrap your present, sweetie," she said as she let go of his hand and leaned backward, arching her back and offering ample room to the string holding her String Shirt together. The commercial for the thing briefly flashed in Jake's mind and he remembered how the thing worked. An amazing feat, considering how foggy his brain was at that moment. Grabbing the bottom of the garment with one hand to hold it in place, he took a firm grip of the two-inch piece hanging down and looked up as he pulled. As the string came down, so did the long strip of fabric that held her flesh, the delicate piece fluttering off her shoulders, then torso, and finally her hips, until she was sitting atop him naked with just a ribbon of fabric sitting around her. She quickly reached behind her and took a big handful of the fabric, tossing it off the bed and out of the way before she looked back to him and ran both hands up her own torso and into her hair. "Touch me," she beckoned.
Jake couldn't help but smirk and shake his head. "Nuh uh," he said. "I wanna taste you some more." With that, he used his marine strength to slip his forearms under her thighs and curl towards his head, wrapping his arms around her thighs and catching her just before she landed on his face. Obviously being startled at his sudden movement, she grabbed the acrylic headboard for balance just as Jake pulled her in close and gave her pussy a long, languid lick.
Incomprehensible words pushed past her lips as her eyes drifted closed in bliss. Jake couldn't help but grin as he continued moving his tongue up and down her slit, dipping his tongue in to taste even more of her. He took a moment to appreciate that she'd had laser removal, allowing him to work with perfectly smooth flesh. Pushing his tongue deep inside her, he heard the woman in his arms take a sharp breath between clenched teeth, letting it out as a moan he could feel all the way down in her pussy where his tongue continued to work its magic. It might have been a while for him, but he still knew how to work a woman's body like a pro. A shiver of doubt flitted through his mind for a split second, making him worry if he couldn't get hard again to actually fuck the red-skinned vixen.
"I feel your worry, Jake," she said in a nearly breathless voice. "Relax." She had to breathe between nearly every word, likely from how wonderful he was making her feel. "Just think about how good it's going to feel." Jake decided to give it a chance and closed his eyes before diving his tongue into her pussy with increased vigor. "Oh gods," she moaned. "Think of how tight it'll be, how deep you'll drive inside of me. Imagine the feeling of grabbing my hips and slamming so hard into me it feels like you'll explode at any second." Jake let his mind follow her lead, thinking of her squirming on top of him, moaning his name. He kept those images in his head while licking up the juices he was milking from her sweet cunt, occasionally dragging his front teeth over her swollen clit just enough to get a tiny yelp out of her.
Tallyah made the most intoxicating mewling sounds as her hips started to rock on his face, mimicking how she would likely move them if his tongue were a dick. He knew she was getting close, unable to hold still as she was. He'd get the sweetest cream of all very soon. The images of her driving down onto his hard cock continued to drift through his mind. He could feel his blood starting to pump hard, his own excitement growing. The taste of her on his tongue and sliding down his throat only heightened the aphrodisiac that was this woman. All at once, he thrust his tongue as deep inside her tight channel as he could, locking his lips with her skin, and sucking hard on her clit as his teeth tugged on it. A strangled cry and tightening legs around his shoulders let him know he'd done good and hit the jackpot. The thick cream that leaked from her pussy moments later was his reward. It tasted divine and made him genuinely moan at how delicious it truly was.
After licking it up for a minute or so, he came up for air and looked up to see Tallyah's deep brown eyes gazing down to his denim blues, a mischievous grin on her now deep red lips. "Told you I could make you ready to go again," she said before uncurling her legs from his arms and shimmying backward along his form. Once she reached his hips, she positioned herself so her ass was just past his dick, which was now hard as a steel pipe again, he noticed.
"Do I wanna know how you did that?" he asked with an arched brow and a grin.
"Something to do with the thoughts I helped you imagine," she replied while still catching her breath. Jake took it as his cue to not probe further. Instead he decided to just go with it.
"Well let's put it to work then," he said before reaching down and running his hands from her bent knees, up her thighs, curling up her waist, and to the nipples which were remarkably perky and tight. He mused that she must have been playing with them herself while he had his eyes closed and was focusing on his task. Taking one nipple in each hand, he gently tweaked them back and forth while the rest of his fingers toyed with the soft flesh of her breasts. She gasped to his ministrations before arching her back to put her breasts more fully into his hands, as well as start to position over him. It didn't take long before she was rubbing her still dripping pussy up and down the length of his hard flesh, spreading her juices to lube him up fully. She then wasted no time cocking her hips back, angling the tip of him towards her center, and slipping the entire length of him into her tight, waiting pussy. They each gave a low, guttural moan that mirrored the other. "Oh shit!" was all Jake could say. How bad he'd missed this.
Jake let his hands drift back down to her hips, ghosting his fingertips over her flesh as he did. They both simply stayed still for several moments, enjoying the feeling of being locked together. Jake relished in how tight she felt. At her first sign of movement, he decided he couldn't wait to shoot his hot seed deep into her and satisfy that animal need. "You're turned off, right?" he quickly asked as she started to rock her hips, his hands holding them lightly at first.
She easily picked up on his meaning. "Yeah. It's safe," she replied. Any worry of unlawful procreating was quickly dismissed as she confirmed her inhibitor was active. He was silently thankful for the device made law nearly 50 years ago that prevented unlicensed pregnancies, implanted into all females in puberty. It kept the populace under control and made sure all children had a stable family. And right now, it made Jake not have to worry about shooting load after load deep inside the writhing woman atop him. Which was exactly what he planned to do.
"Good. That's real good," he said quickly and breathlessly as he grabbed her hips. The muscles of his arms started to bunch and contract, working like waves as he held firmly onto her hips while she moved atop him. Her hands were unstoppable, diving into her hair, running down her chest, tweaking her own nipples, and even reaching between them to flick her clit every so often. All the while, Jake gave a low grunt with every downstroke she drove. The feeling of tight liquid silk encasing his cock and squeezing so deliciously had him almost seeing stars.
You fill me so deep
so good," he moaned as he used his hands to position her hips at a slightly deeper angle, tilting her just a bit more back, making her pelvic bone grind along the underside of him. He let out a groan as he felt it rub over and over again with each motion they made.
"Come on, baby," he urged her on as he felt himself grow hotter and tighter. "Lemme feel that sweet pussy squeeze tight." He used those incredibly well developed arms to pull her down even harder, driving his cock deep inside her.
She leaned back even further, using one hand behind her to prop her weight as she let him pull her deep onto him like that. The other hand went between her legs, her middle finger flicking at her clit up and down as his dick disappeared inside her. "Almost
" she said as she wasn't quite able to catch her breath. Jake pulled her deep onto him three more times before he felt her shudder briefly. When he did, he pulled her down for all he was worth and used his well-toned abs to thrust up just enough. He felt that shudder turn into a spasm, then an ungodly tight clench as she came hard around him. He held her down as his name was ripped from her lips in a strangled scream. Her cunt contracting so tight was his undoing. The repeated spasms of her throbbing brought him over the edge and he was milked for all he was worth. As he felt his hot seed eject deep into her willing body, he curled his hands up to her waist and pulled himself upright, wrapping his arms around her and burying his face in her chest as he groaned deeply. It felt so good to have this again. He held her to him and felt her arms wrap around him as he continued to unload stream after stream of his essence into her. It was probably only a few seconds, but it felt like a blissful hour of simply holding her and being held while his body met completion.
Somewhere in there, she rearranged her legs to wrap around his waist, providing extra support for him to remain upright easily. They stayed like that for he didn't know how long, simply holding each other, breathing deep, giving and taking heat from each other's sweat-soaked bodies. Eventually he felt her hot breath on his ear as she spoke gently. "Wanna get some sleep?"
"Sure, if I can move even that much," he said on a grin. "Damn that felt good," he continued as he brought a hand behind him, using his military strength to ease their combined weight down onto the mattress. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he appreciated how much more comfy her bed was than his, if his bed could be called even that. He missed the sweet heat of her channel as she unfurled her legs from around him as they got repositioned, laying them down along his. From the way her hips moved against his, he presumed she had curled a leg around one of his, but couldn't find the effort to care if she found his legs odd. At this point, he figured she just accepted him as he was. As Tallyah let her weight slide to his side and curled into his chest, nuzzling his toned pec, Jake let himself take a deep breath. The smell of sweat, sex, and her hair so close to his nose filled his lungs. It carried that same not-quite-wildflower scent that he could taste when they'd kissed. He slipped into peaceful oblivion wondering what that scent was, holding the now fully red-skinned woman in his arms.
Jake woke to the sound of subtle crying, like someone trying to sob quietly. Marine training kicked in and his eyes snapped open, taking stock of where he was. It took several moments for him to remember why he wasn't surrounded by his TV to his right and crumbling brick to his left. Tallyah. He immediately noticed she was no longer in his arms.
"I'm here," he heard on a whisper from his right. Rolling slightly toward her, he saw her sitting on the edge of the bed, looking out the giant window that made up a wall of her loft. He propped himself up on his right elbow as he looked at her back, watched her hair twitch as another silent sob shook her.
"What's wrong, baby?" he found himself asking before he even thought about it.
"So many trees
So much green." He barely heard her whispered words. He probably wasn't supposed to, as quietly as she was apparently trying to talk. Another sob wracked her before she spoke again, this time loud enough that he was sure she was addressing him. "I can't keep you," she said.
"Wha- What are you talking about?" he asked as he inched closer to her, his legs becoming slightly twisted in the sheets she must have pulled up on them sometime during the night. He reached out to touch her, but she stood up just before he made contact. She reached to a drawer underneath the bed, pulled out a white cloned silk robe, and drew it onto her arms. When she quickly tied it, the bottom barely reached mid-thigh. She then walked over to the window and laid her forehead against it, probably feeling the slightly chilled weather through the hard material.
"I can't keep you," she repeated in a more sure tone. "Those dreams you had-" Jake instantly stiffened, knowing exactly which ones she was talking about. When he'd first been wounded and lost his legs, he dreamt of flying over green tree canopies. "I went into one of them too. And
" She turned to face him, a war raging in her eyes he didn't know the meaning of. "And I just can't keep you. You belong to another," she said in a tone that was somewhere between heartbreak and iron resolve.
"Baby, I don't understand-" he started, but she cut him off with a raised hand.
"I can't explain it. You have to find it on your own. Just.. take last night as a good memory. And keep doing what you do. Be the person you are." She spoke as she walked around the bed. He rolled over toward the side she went to, watching as she started picking up his clothes from where they'd been thrown. "You're a good guy, Jake. And if you didn't belong to another, I'd keep you for myself. But that would be selfish," she said in a near whisper as she set his clothes on the bed next to him. She sniffled before speaking again. "You need to go, before I can't let go of you." Tallyah bent down and pressed her lips to his quickly, keeping her lips almost closed and breaking off before Jake even had time to react. She then turned and walked straight to the bathroom, going in and shutting the door behind her before Jake could even register what the fuck had just happened.
Jake sat there dumbfounded for a minute, looking between the frosted silhouette now sitting on the floor with her knees drawn up, his clothes next to his hip, and the window that showed the first light of dawn from the thirty-something floor they were on. After he collected his thoughts, he dressed as swiftly as possible, trying to tune out the sound of quiet crying from the bathroom. As he wheeled his chair over to get it positioned, he had a thought and reached into his wallet. Pulling out an old station card with his cell number on it, he deposited it on the pillow he'd slept on last night and stuffed the wallet back into his pants. He then moved into his chair, double-checked his legs, and started wheeling for the door. Having to pass the bathroom to leave, he paused for a moment and placed his hand on the frosted acrylic that hid the woman he'd just spent an incredible night with. He thought about saying something, but didn't have the slightest clue what it would be. Instead, he just sat there for a few moments, seeing if she'd come to his hand. When she didn't, he muttered a quick good bye and made his way out the door, closing it securely behind him.
Once Jake was gone, Tallyah stood from where she'd put her back against her bathroom wall and slid down into a sitting position, laying her head on her knees to cry as quietly as possible. Coming out of the frosted room, she glanced around to ensure Jake hadn't simply pulled a double-back on her, then made her way over to the window. She noticed the card on the pillow, but left it for the moment. She placed a hand on the cold window, chilled by the autumn morning weather, and gazed up at the dawning sky. "Treat him good, Neytiri," she whispered to the sky before turning around to the bed. Picking up the card, she glanced it over before walking over to her kitchenette and letting it slip from her fingers into the trash chute. No point in even tempting herself with selfish thoughts when he was destined for so much more.
A/N: For an idea of what "silver-knit" looks like, get out the Extended Collector's edition of Avatar, play the very beginning, and pause where it's on Jake's face at the crosswalk (before it zooms back to show the giant crowd). The woman over Jake's left shoulder in the silver mask is wearing a shawl-type-thing in a silver knit pattern. Imagine that, but a whole dress made out of it. As far as the whole mask thing, in the movie, it shows 99.9% of the pedestrians wearing masks of some sort. I presumed it was because the smog and other pollutants have gotten so bad, it's needed if you haven't had military-grade immunizations.
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