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A Promise Upheld

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Here's what I've been promising by E-mail, and now here, on my front page. The child of my wonderful(and imagination-stretching) experience(my self-incurred dream), and the rush of people taking the Na'vi for animals, mating by marriage and reproduction in one act. Such is not truth for the Na'vi. However, such a concept made it into my curiosities, and this following wall of text emerged. I was about to delete it when I saw the tremendous improvement in quality, beauty, romance, and the like. Don't freak out because<youll find out if you don't go tl;dr on me>, please. And no stupid comments, pretty please. Either compliment explain something you think could use fixing, yeah. Nothing like "o lol what a fail" or "so thay had sex?" stupid questions. HERE'S A WALL OF TEXT, copied from my Drafts folder on Yahoo:


(Anything in parentheses is not me speaking as Neytiri.)


"You are Omiticaya, now. You may make your bow from the wood of Hometree..." I knew he was special. More than that, I felt it. I could not discern why, though. I felt... free, loved. I felt as if he was the one for me, when I was near him. I should not... but I knew not why I truly did. My path was with Tsu'Tey, but...Though he was one of the Sky People, though he was a Dream-Walker, I saw, in Jake's eyes, a faint, but warm light. A light that I felt drawn into, a light imbued with love. I saw better in him than even my father. I turned, back to him, afraid my face would betray me. "...and you may choose a woman," I said. I could not help it; my voice was completely one of longing. I felt torn and bewildered. An Atokirina drifted to me. I reached out, and let it alight on my outstretched palms, looking for comfort. "We have many fine women...," I offered."...Ninat is the best singer." "Well, I don't want Ninat."



Then, the seed spoke. But this had never happened to me before! "Tsu'tey is not the one for you, Neytiri Dis'kahan Mo'at'itey. Let your feelings prevail. Please, do no-" I let it go; I was frightened. Had Jake heard what it said? I had never heard a voice from an Atokirina. Yet, what did it's words mean? My head dropped, and I pondered. I was to be Tsahik. Jake was not to be Olo'Eyctan. Tsu'tey was. I was not supposed to be his mate, yet the seed suggested that I was his choice, that I was his betrothed. My feelings only reinforced it's suggestion. I let my arms fall back to my sides, then thought of Beyral. Half-turning toward him, I said, "Beyral is... a good hun-" A finger on my lips stopped me. It was Jake's. "Yes, she is a good hunter..." I looked into his eyes, unable to hide myself, my desires, my longing for him. His were filled with similar feelings. I knew I should not, but I did. I longed for Jake. I thought, "What are you doing, Neytiri? Why tear your own mind asunder? The seed was Eywa herself. All things are. Eywa does not, cannot lie." "I've already chosen," he whispered.


He put his hands atop my shoulders, gripping them loosely, yet firmly. His eyes widened until only a thin ring of their color remained. I saw my own in his. They, as well, were stretched wide with curiosity. Desire. Most of all, longing. But then he cast his eyes down, loosened his grip; all of his energy seemed to leave him. "But this woman must also choose me." I then called out, mentally, "The seeds words, Eywa, what is the meaning? Is Jake my mate? My betrothed? But...he can't be! My path is with Tsu'Tey! Please, send me a sign!" I became desperate. Then my mind flashed back to when he and I were in the branches of Kelutrel(Hometree). When I told him how a hunter would become a true hunter, how his Ikran would choose him as well as he would choose it. Then to the mountainside, where I told him that he must feel his choice(of Ikran) inside. And still moving to when he achieved first flight. I was exuberant, excited, unsubtly in love, which Tsu'tey noticed. I myself never noticed at the time. Then finally to the moment he became one of The People; I was unable to hide my longing for him as a mate. Then I was looking into Jake's eyes again. Eywa saw as I did; better for me with Jake than Tsu'Tey. In exasperation, mentally, I gave up resisting, let what I felt towards Jake speak to me. I was his choice. I felt some long-suppressed desire burst forth within me. A mysterious desire whose forthcoming nearly startled me, nearly caused me to stir. But it did not. It felt as if it were there all along. Ever since my first laugh as his mentor.(That would be when he fell off the direhorse.) But... what was it?


It revealed itself, mere moments before I was going to reject him. A wave of this one desire, this one thing that was my only purpose-to make the Bond with Jake-swept over me. It all but took control of me, making me dip my head down, regain eye contact with him, then bring his head back up and take hold of his arms. Change the look on my face from confusion to total acceptance and affection. I drew in a delicate, feminine breath, considering my next sentence. "She already has, Jake. She did long ago." I said. I had already chosen him. I felt as if the only way I could survive the night was to make the Bond with him. As if we would both return to Hometree and sleep eternally(die) if I did not make the Bond. He put his face close to mine. I rubbed my cheek against his. Then we kissed. For the first time, for both of us. It was a most erotic experience. But, as I would soon find out, not the first. We began exploring each other, outside. He began stroking my face, then my shoulders, and down. Me the same. All the while we were locked in a long-lasting kiss, caressing one another insatiably. Then, while I was stroking his sides, he found my breasts. At that point I pulled back, eyes sparkling. I knew I had taught him better than simple touching. I also scolded myself; I had gotten completely carried away; simple touching did not make a bond. I said, "Kissing is very good, Jake...but I know I was a better teacher than that." He began to protest, but this time I put my finger to hislips. I pulled him down, until we were kneeling, not quite beside each other, but not across from each other, either. I asked him," Tell me, Jake, What do the Sky People call the bond between a man and his woman?" He replied heavily with anticipation. He seemed to have just been overcome with the same desperate, irresistible desire as I had." Marriage." I pondered. Such an odd name for a bond. Comparing for a moment, I liked ours better. Tsahaylu. With that, I hesitated, thought of all the work I was about to undo, and contemplated strongly whether to tell him why I couldn't, to forfeit-the desire took over again. To reject Jake was to ruin me. Under it, I then raised my Eltu(braid/queue), and then said, "Then, if I taught you anything, you would know that we have something much better than kissing and touching. Consider this our 'marriage'." He did the same, with a trembling hand.


The tendrils moved with a soft waving, a life of their own, and when they neared Jake's, they began moving towards each other like a plant growing towards the sun, straining more to be joined than with any of my mounts before.(As in banshee or direhorse.) Looking on in my own trembling anticipation, I watched them intertwine with gentle undulations. I knew only that we would be bonded. Not of what would happen next.When they ceased moving, my surprise at the first kiss instantly went obsolete. The ultimate intimacy, I thought, also for the first time. The moment the tendrils joined, my whole body went into gentle shock. What I felt was nearly unfathomable. The ultimate pleasure, with the ultimate intimacy.


A gasp escaped me. He nearly lost all control over himself. Now partly under it's control, we both rocked with the contact, directly between our minds. Minds that became one, that linked and caressed. When we regained our balance, we came together in another kiss, and began to explore each other again, but again only on the outside. Insatiably. Every moment brought increasing bliss. Any touch and it doubled at that spot. Soon we were wrapped tightly in it's sweet, blissful sensation. Still kneeling, still exploring. He leaned in, arms enfolding me, and brought me up, feet no longer touching my thighs, so that his chest was to my belly. Our tails intertwined, locking together, further reinforcing the bond. He stroked my back, I rested my chin on his head, breathing deeply, noisily, and frequently, nonstop. My hands went to his hair, running over and through it, caressing his Eltu, then my own, where the ends met. He the same. I bent my head down and kissed his forehead. He returned his own upon my bosom. My sense of balance, then, seemed to vanish, the ground becomeing the sky. I collapsed, falling to the ground and taking Jake with me. He righted me, untwisting my legs and arms, then settling up to my backside. Then he seemed to lose balance as well. His hand stroking me fell against my side. We became entangled so far in the intimate grasp that we could barely move. Yet something was missing. "True Tsahaylu!" I scolded myself. In the midst of this, I had forgotten. Again. But why?


Again, the urgent desire surfaced. Jake was my Ikran, my Pa'li(direhorse). I could feel him, sense as he did, truly explore him. Enter him through his mind. I did so. He wasn't subtle about noticing. He took in a sharp breath, saying "Whoa, what just-" The tutee(female) of the couple can slightly control her tutean(male), as she can her Ikran. I quieted him. I felt his end of the pleasure, suddenly; it doubled, causing me to gasp once more. He did not know what it was like to be my mount. Though he was, it was only in mind; senses, save for my slight control over him. I began to stroke his chest. I felt it. I explored him, now inside. Explored his personality, his feelings for me, his mind in all- I truly explored him. I shared his every thought, his every mental image. Felt everything he did-the passion trust, love, and respect he held for me. I said," It is me, Jake. Did I not teach you anything? What can a rider do, in Tsahaylu, with his mount?" He returned my strokes, on my cheek. "Hmm, he can become one with it? Control it? What are you looking for?" I laughed inside. "Close, but what does that bring?" He finally understood."Oh. They can make their senses be one. They can be one mind... as if they were the same being." I stroked him again, and felt it. "Then do so with me, Jake. If I am truly your choice, the bond can only be made as was with your Ikran. Enter me, Jake. I am yo-" I was cut off.


It felt as if something had just stabbed through my neck, at the base. Yet it was not pain I felt, but still more of the bliss. It began at my neck and spread over me. "There you are." I finally had true Tshaylu with him. My long-suppressed longing, desire to bond with him had been fulfilled. It was like a missing element to a puzzle. Everything made sense to me now. I leaned in close, listened to his heartbeat. It seemed to spark an idea in him, and I could feel his presence in me, in my chest; he was listening, too. "We are one, Jake. I am open to you. Explore me. Share with me. Did I tell? Since we are truly one, we can share memories at will." But that's not the whole truth. He had had the same hunger, the same desire surface in him as I had. Many of his happy memories were escaping him, coming to me. Memories of his first sight of me, of how, when I saved him from the Nantang(Viperwolf) pack, he had love at first sight. And all this time, while I was reteaching him, the pleasure looped. I lost stability, and fell over onto my back with a soft thud. Because what we felt was intensified before we perceived it, he felt what I did, and through that it intensified. Then I felt that. Repeat. It was beyond my wildest dreams, now. (Not to mention the impact's effect.)


Then I had an idea. Yet...it was not my own? "Jake, have you found the meaning of your Uniltaron(Dream Hunt, in which Na'vi hunters find their spirit animals, before the final ceremony- the one which makes them able to choose their mate) yet?" "No. I...I was flying, that's all I can-" I put another finger to his lips. "Say nothing more. Share it. I can help you. Think back to it, try and remember it." A little mental help through my feminine control, guiding his thoughts toward the concept, and my words prevailed-a moment or two later, and suddenly, I had his memories in my mind, permanently, of being on a mountain face. A massive, bright red creature swept past below me. Then I suddenly was that creature. I was king of the skies. I flew for a while. Then I spotted an unwary Na'vi and Ikran in flight. I began to dive, until little distance remained between predator and prey-then I was back under the Tree of Voices, with Jake. I couldn't help but quietly yelp, "Toruk!" Then my eyes were even with his. I had twisted towards him whilst realizing the meaning of his Hunt. Now I knew why Eywa had led us into each others arms. He was a better man than Tsu'Tey. She knew this!


Winded, I managed to whisper, "Jake... it is Toruk. Your spirit animal." His eyes began to widen. "That...this is why Eywa allowed us to mate. I...I was destined... to be with Tsu'Tey, but.. now..." I couldn't finish. I was still regaining my breath, when he said, "But...No. I-I can't..." His voice began to tremble with sadness. "I'm not the one for you. I'm no Toruk Makto, Neytiri. Merely a mere peasant trying to abduct the princess." His hand moved toward his Eltu. I screamed inside, and barely mustered the ability to snatch his hand, also again exercising my control to at least slow his hand. All of it and even though I knew not what he meant, other than that he felt he had chosen incorrectly. I-and Eywa- wouldn't have it."You cannot break the bond, Jake!" I was almost screaming. The fulfilled desire turning to sheer agonystic terror at the concept of death...death by innocent means. "It is too late. Until we wake in the morning, to sever the bond would kill both of us. I am with you, now, Jake. It cannot be changed..." I was taking in what this meant. I would not be Tsahik! I would be looked down upon! But I had let that slip, and Jake was trying to keep me from going insane. Then I managed to utter the last of it. "We are mated for life." He roused up, feelings of terror mixed with love making it to me. "We are?" He asked, hints of his terror and longing in his voice. "Yes, it is our way." I said. Then, innocently, "Oh. I forgot to tell?" He considered. "No really, we are?" "We are." He considered again. "It's cool. I'm there." The emotions crossing to my mind from his, of terror and love, changed to complete affection. I knew not, but cared not, what he meant. He laid back down, close enough for a kiss. Suddenly, I did so, but... involuntarily?



The next moment I learned why I did it, and also whose idea to ask him of his dream it was. For it was at that moment that Eywa sealed our bond. She had compelled me into the kiss. Into my query of his Dream Hunt. This as well I did not know would happen. All that Jake was, his essence, she combined with mine. The moment we kissed, all of my breath escaped me, I abruptly began to roll over, away from him. A sudden, massive surge of pain shot through me, then rose again in my belly, then instantly reversed into beyond unfathomable pleasure, and all in an instant. I began to gasp for air. It was so sudden, so intense, I could not help it, could not even clutch at it. I nearly rolled beyond the reach of our Eltusi'et(plural Eltu) before I regained control of myself. I managed to support myself, shaking almost violently, with weak arms. How long before it got to the point I would go into shock?


Jake made quickly back to me. His arms over me took the place of mine. I fell again. I was indulged in so much bliss for one being... I was near completely paralyzed because of it. Horror in his voice, he rasped, "Neytiri! What happened?" I simply laid there and gasped for more air, eyes fluttering, before I found the ability to speak, but still, my voice trembled. "Y-...you...d-do not...feel it?" That was odd. If he was within me, and me him, as we should be, would he not have felt this? I moved a trembling, weak hand to his, took hold, and placed it over the spot. "Tell me, what do you feel, Jake?" He stayed silent for a moment, then sweetly said "Your warmth." I giggled, caught my breath again from the intensifying effect, (which , by now, was doubling the already beyond fathomable, until now, pleasure) and said, "That is no longer all, my Jake. Explore me again, through our Tsahaylu. Then, tell me, what do you feel?" A wave of warmth, his warmth, crept over me, stopping where his hand met mine. I was still holding it on my skin. "I... It's like...there's another... mind...inside you." There was, now.


"Yes, Jake. It is Eywa's doing; we are true mates, now. She has combined all that you are, your essence, and mine, which now resides within me. Jake... it's a child." My voice diminished into a daintful whisper. "Our child." With that, a purr rose, soft and sweet, from my throat.(Yes, they have the catlike ability to purr. Unlike Terran cats, however, it's only when they are very, very happy.) From that I gained total assurance that I had chosen well, and so had he. I released his hand and edged in closer to him, seeking warmth and comfort in his embrace. His emotions began to slip and come to me. He was mentally scolding himself, and the emotions I felt from him were of pain, longing, happiness, and most of all horror. "But... Neytiri! I can't stay to father it! I won't be here, you know that!" A mental picture of me holding the child, just born, without him there, made it to my mind from his. He was wrong. "But Jake, if that were true, Eywa would not have done this. She would not have even led us into being in each other's arms, under the Tree, as we are now... much less into knowledge of each other's existence. Jake, free yourself. I am yours, feel me. You are mine, I feel you, see you. We can truly see each other, inside. Mentally. We are one. Let it envelope you, as I have. Yes, we are both seasoned warriors, but do not let that interfere with intimacy. We're both missing out if you don't." A short, somewhat futile speech, but it relieved me. It was no good. "Neytiri, I can't. I'm not completely Na'vi. You know my real body is far up in the mountains, sleeping, right?


"Look at my hands. They aren't Navi hands. Look at my eyes. They aren't Na'vi eyes. They're not like yours. They're small. Not as large, deep or as beautiful as yours-they're not even mine." I managed to turn and lie on my other side, facing him. In that, I noticed the silky tendrils of the Tree, gently waving in their own pleasure, without the breeze. Eywa showing herself, in a subtle maner. "Jake," I rested my fingertips on his chest. "This body is real." I then stroked his face."This spirit is real." I lay my head close to his chest, listening to his heartbeat again. "When I was first your teacher, I had utmost hate for all Sky People. But as I taught you, you taught me. I slowly began to see my choice in you, Jake. You were not only my student, You were also my teacher. Your lesson..." My voice diminished into a whisper. "Spirit is all that matters." I drew in a loud breath, unable to do so in a silent manner. I was nearly to the point I would faint from the pleasure. "In all my training to be Tsahik, I was enabled to see many. Yours is the only one I have truly been connected to. I say from the depths of my heart that yours, Jake, is the purest, strongest, and even most handsome I've ever seen, let alone experienced."


Curiosity replaced his hopeless feelings flooding into me. "Neytiri, is it painful when a woman gives birth?" I pondered. Why ask that? "I do not know. I have heard of it being so, and of it being even greater than what we feel right now." We laid in silence for a moment or two. His eyes met mine, and I saw in the reflection that mine were completely widened, to the point that one could see little color in our eyes. So were his. He leaned in. We kissed again. It was greater than purely erotic.


Then I saw her. Eywa. I can't begin to describe her beauty. She was speaking... yet Jake seemed not to hear. In fact, he seemed to be dead; his consciousness was not even there. "Fate has finally united you, Neytiri. I present my greatest gratitude. Sleep, now, and I gift you with a glimpse of your future. Not only with Jake, but with your child. As you will see in this glimpse I offer, I gift you with her as a constant reminder of this night, until she is born. I will give you a moment to get comfortable." With that she gave a gentle, sweet smile, and faded away. I again turned to my other side, and did so, got comfortable. I felt nothing from Jake. Not even the pleasure he felt; I was back under only my side of the effects of the Tsahaylu. It was like he wasn't there. My mind wandered. What had happened to him? Had what I feared(shock) come upon him? Then he suddenly woke, and I had to draw another sharp breath in, as I suddenly had it all back. I thought for a bit more, and said to Jake," Eywa has spoken, Jake. Through her, I will not forget this night until she is born. Though I am not sure how, yet." "Through who, the kid?" How did he not know what I had seen? "How do you know it's a girl?"


I began to feel exhausted, quickly, even though I had enough energy to run for many minutes straight. My vision gradually became blurry, and then my eyes closed. With my last conscious breath, I sighed, "It is Eywa's word, Jake." And with that, we both went into a deep, yet still self-aware sleep. More like a trance. What exactly I dreamed I was not sure, but I did not care, I had found my mate, my true love. I had fulfilled my purpose. Then I woke. The only thing I remembered was an odd vision of putting something on one of the Sky People... but not whom or why. It was only then that, once we were truly mated, I could disconnect, and did after regaining the ability to, although shakily and slowly, move. I also let myself stay in the aura of bliss for a little while longer. I had expected everything to return to normal, for the pleasure to fade. But my hand moved again to my stomach. The pleasure was still there.


(Story told.)




Edit as of 3/8/10, 5:08 PM, here's a treat.

Born from curiosity(which hopefully spared the cat's life), request, and an adventurous spirit, here's a ROUGH DRAFT of my previous article, from Jake's point of view. Feel free to leave a message for me containing input. This one will unfortunately start a little before the last one, but not by too much. The N.P.O.V.(Neytiri's point of view) will probably see being fitted to the same starting moment should I find the right wording. And my inositol pills.


This time, (Anything in parentheses is not me speaking as Jake.)


She ran over the enormous, hardy root. An exposed root, of some giant tree. Wait, was it that glowing one she was heading for? Neytiri seemed to have dressed for some occasion. She was more exposed than I'd ever seen her. Running playfully like a child after her, I caught up and snatched her tail. She spun, yanking it from my reach, giggling. All the fan lizards around us spun up and put on a pretty light show. She came over, took hold of my arm, and pulled me over towards the grove of glowing trees, repeating the word, "Come," still giggling. The tendrils of the trees sort of rose up to greet us. She let me go and made her way through, arms out, letting the tendrils caress her. When I did the same, strange voices seemed to be whispering in my ear. The tree was talking to me?

Just that morning, Grace had told me about all the ways to tell a Na'vi's mood. The easiest way being by the color and intensity of the glowing spots that every Na'vi had. If she didn't lie, then Neytiri was feeling a mix of happiness and- affection? Romance? She reached a little area, a little grove in the middle of the forest of rosy glow. With a soft, sweet voice, she spoke. "This is a place for prayers to be heard..." Taking a few of the tendrils and pulling them together, she grsped them and put her ear to them. "...and sometimes answered." Then she took the end of her braid and put it to them. Surprise rose up, because they wrapped around, the glow of those few tendrils intensifying until they were white. She gave a content sigh. "I call this tree S'utrya A'mokria." She turned her head to me. She was smiling, her eyes like jewels in the night. "The Tree of Voices."

Taking a few of my own, I did the same as she. I felt my eyes go wide. I heard the voices of many, many Na'vi. So the legends were true! A Na'vi who dies doesn't really die, they merely stop being in a body and join Eywa. I felt some odd urge, some mysterious longing, desire for something start to well up inside. "I can hear them!" I said. Breaking her connection, she came over and put her hands over mine, which were covering the end of my braid. Her eyes went wide, too. The same feeling that seemed to be rising up in me seemed to manifest in her too. She looked at me, a look half of surprise, half of desire. "They live, Jake....they live in Eywa!" Her grip loosened. Her hands came off of mine, moving to go over my chest. I lost my hold on the tree, losing the bond.

Looking where her hands were, then into my still wide eyes, the affection in her voice mounted, getting more and more apparent to me. (Now we've caught up to the N.P.O.V.) "You are Omiticaya, now. You may make your bow from the wood of Hometree..." The longing, the depth, the desire in her eyes seemed to vanish, replaced with sadness. She went from almost romantic to almost utterly melancholy. She turned away, casting here eyes towards the woodsprites floating around. "...and you may choose a woman." A woman? Any? Was that the slasher of her happiness? But why? Sure, she may be betrothed to Tsu'Tey, but why, in my presence, would she break down like this? Why did she seem to look to me and see her mate? She reached out to one of the sprites and let it alight on her outstretched palms. "We have many fine women..." she offered. The seed, the pure spirit, seemed to recoil from something, as if it had just heard the worst insult in its entire life. Was she-? "Ninat is the best singer." Ninat? I sort of felt repulsed by the name. But singing was not what I wanted. "Well, I don't want Ninat," I replied. For some reason, there was a luring tone to it, like I was subtly trying to be like one of those people who've been trained in how to talk someone into doing something no matter what. Then that feeling seemed to boil up. It seemed to take control of me. She half-turned back to me, then went on to offer another," Beyral is... a good hun-" Couldn't she see the woman I wanted was standing om front of me? A finger appeared on her lips. It was mine.

"Yeah, she is a good hunter," I rasped, but it seemed to be something other than me. I felt like I wasn't in control anymore, like I was a mere puppet in some romantic play. My voice dropped to a whisper. "I've already chosen." I was staring into her eyes, seeing mine in the reflection. Hers had gone so wide so that I could see only a very thin ring of the deep, beautiful amber that her eyes were. So wide the rosy glow of the tree caught in them. Mine the same. But...did I know what I was doing? Of course. My arms came up, resting my hands on her shoulders with a loose but firm grip. Then it all became clear. The confusion of this mysterious hand vanished. The reason I did not feel lust. I suddenly knew what I wanted, what I needed. I felt that I must bond with her. That if I didn't do it, I'd be responsible for her death and mine. That to survive the night, I must bond with this woman. It was a burning, needy craving for the bond with her, a craving that screamed like a parched man needs water. But then sadness ensued. My head dropped, my eyes going dull and lifeless. My voice one of loss. "But she must also choose me." My grip on her shoulders relaxed.

She bent down, her head under mine, gazing into my eyes. I hadn't known, but her eyes were lively with curiosity. Now they took on real affection and care. She put a hand to my forehead and raised my head. In a fetching manner, she drew in a breath. She took hold of me as I had her. The rosy glow of the Tree caught once more in her eyes. She seemed to have had the same thing happen, again. The same feeling as I had, of desire, or craving for the Bond.. Somehow, be it how she looked at me or not, she convinced me that she could care less for Tsu'Tey. "She already has, Jake. She did long ago." I seemed to lose control again. I inched my face closer to hers. I didn't know if the Omiticaya kissed, but I was about to find out. She rubbed her cheek against mine. Gave a passionate sigh. Then we kissed. Her lips were warm, yet firm and still welcoming. I had always known she had a fiery spirit, but I never dreamed it would turn into this. We started exploring each other. Stroking here, caressing there, insatiably. All through it we were locked in a long-lasting kiss. She seemed to melt against me. She stroked my sides, I her queue. Then my hands seemed to take on a mind of their own. They came around and found her breasts. She pulled back, her face showing surprise and amusement. Her eyes sparkled. "Kissing is very good, Jake...but I know I was a better teacher than that." I started to protest, but this time she put her finger to my lips. She pulled me down, until we were kneeling in the bed of moss under us. Not across from each other, but also not side-by-side, either. A glow of curiosity stoked in her. "Tell me, Jake, what do the Sky People call the bond between a man and his woman?" Huh? Why ask that? Marriage sounded harsh, by now. Tsahaylu...much better. But why lie? "Marriage." Again, it took on a heavily anticipative tone. She seemed to ponder. To begin to change her mind, when she gave a barely noticable shake and raised her queue. "Then consider this our 'Marriage'."

With a trembling hand, I did the same. Slowly, the ends started straining to reach each other. Like a plant growing towards the sun. We could only sit in awe and stare as the tendrils intertwined, locked, and froze. Then she seemed to lose control. So did I. We both rocked, nearly falling, losing grip on our braids. I regained my balance across from her. Now kneeling across from each other, we came together in another kiss. She flicked her tail towards me, and mine did the same. They intertwined, then held themselves locked in place, only reinforcing he bond. We were in each other's arms, wrapped tightly in a blanket of pure bliss. Pure, intense pleasure. Any man who knew no better might think he was having an extreme climax. But this was something completely different, something much better. She ran her hand through my hair, down the length of my-the Na'vi called it an Eltu- and then that desire took over again. Without thinking, I leaned in, enfolding her in my arms, and brought her up off her feet. She was now taller than me. I stroked her back. She rested her chin on top of my head, still stroking it, and her breathing became frequent, heavy, noisy, deep, passionate. Nonstop.

She bent her head down, kissed me where she could reach, and that was my forehead. I returned it. On her bosom. I don't know if I made it happen or not, but she seemed to faint, to lose balance, just then. She collapsed, almost in a heap, into the bed of glowing moss below, nearly taking me with her. Respect made me right her, to untwist her with what strength I had left from the draining effect of the bliss our bond created. I settled up to her. Then I myself started to see a twisting world. The sky became the ground and vise versa. My hand stroking her ceased to function, and fell against her.

Our shared, unpresidented desire, longing, our shared craving surfaced again, in her. I barely took note before the back, base of my neck pricked and acted up as if something had just stabbed into it. But I felt pleasure, not pain. "Whoa, what just-" but I couldn't finish. Something stopped me. It felt as if Neytiri had. Why? Another gasp escaped her lips. I felt something probing around in my mind, an entity exploring it. Yet I felt no sense of lost privacy. That entity was welcome. Then she spoke with a barely audible voice. "It is me, Jake. Did I not teach you anything? What can a rider do, in Tsahaylu, with his mount?" I returned to stroking her cheek. "Hmm, he can become one with it? Control it? What are you looking for?" I couldn't find the meaning of her question. She seemed to laugh inside. "Close, but what does that bring?" "They can make their senses be one? They can be one mind... as if they were the same being?" She stroked my hand. "Then do so with me, Jake. If I am truly your choice, the bond can only be made as was with your Ikran." Of course! How had I forgotten? "Enter me, Jake. I am yo-" She was cut off by my realization.

She gave a reaction to something similar to mine with her entering me. And another sharp breath in. Then the burning desire, the urgent need to bond with her was fulfilled. Another addition to the blanket of bliss. She leaned her head against my chest. Listening to my heartbeat. I had an idea because of it. Like the first direhorse, I listened, too. Listened to and felt her heartbeat as she did the same to mine. "We are one, Jake. I am open to you. Explore me. Share with me. Did I tell? Since we are truly one, we can share memories at will," she rasped. Yet that proved to be only half true. The bond had its effects; I couldn't help but let happy memories slip to her, and the same for her. She seemed to lose balance again, even though she had regained enough to try and turn; but she lost stability in the middle. She hit the ground with a soft thud and I felt it alongside her.

She seemed to get an idea from someone else. "Jake, have you found the meaning of your Uniltaron(Dream Hunt, in which Na'vi hunters find their spirit animals, before the final ceremony- the one which makes them able to choose their mate) yet?" "No. I...I was flying, that's all I can-" She put a finger to my lips again. "Say nothing more. Share it. I can help you. Think back to it, try and remember it."She seemed to enter and take very little control and help guide my thoughts toward doing just that. It vanished, and her eyes rolled back into hear and her eyes closed. She stopped moving. Then she twisted, rolling her towards me, whilst giving a delicate "Toruk!" Her eyes opened, even with mine-by chance. Revalation coursed throug her. A whisper was all she had. "Jake... it is Toruk. Your spirit animal." His eyes began to widen. "That...this is why Eywa allowed us to mate. I...I was destined... to be with Tsu'Tey, but.. now..." She couldn't finish. "But...No. I-I can't..." My voice began to tremble. "I'm not the one for you. I'm no Toruk Makto, Neytiri. Merely a mere peasant trying to abduct the princess." I had to get away. But why did I feel that way, all of the sudden? I made to sever the bond. I was committing crime, not laying with her on a bed of moss. But my hand slowed, and hers barely grasped mine, preventing it. She almost assaulted me with a warm, peace-bringing aura. "You cannot break the bond, Jake! It is too late. Until we wake in the morning, to sever the bond would kill both of us. I am with you, now, Jake. It cannot be changed..." She took on an air of contemplation. then uttered the last of it; "We are mated for life."

I roused up. Got to a sitting position. No death for me, so I let there be little tension on the crucial braids of hair. For life? I felt a mix of terror and love. "We are?" I asked, a voice filled with horrified longing. "Yes, it is our way." She said. Then, innocently, "Oh. I forgot to tell?" I considered. "No, really, we are?" "We are." I considered again. I was sure not to find any love like this if and when I rotated home, but it was wrong to leave her-but all this confusing thought was for later. "It's cool. I'm there." Of course she didn't get that, but I didn't care. I laid back down. Apparently, close enough for a kiss. She seemed to do it without thinking, almost as if it wasn't voluntary. Like the craving, the desire that kept us going had done it again.

But this time something happened, like a result of it. She tensed. Collapsed onto her back. Then she arched her back, causing her to start rolling away. What the-? As I was looking on in -horror?-, unable to move, she managed to stop herself, arms shaking, just before she would have gone beyond the reach of our link. Finding myself again, I scrambled back to her. She collapsed again. "What happened?" I rasped, horror making it into my voice. She was gasping for air, breathing so fast I thought she'd hyperventilate. Her eyes fluttered. It took about a minute, before she could speak again. "Y-...you...d-do not...feel it?" she whispered, trembling. I could barely make it out. What was going on? She moved a trembling, weak hand to mine, took hold, and placed it over the belly. "Tell me, what do you feel, Jake?" I was silent for a while, eyes closed, and concentrated. I felt her warmth, and it's seeming promise of comfort. But there was something about it the nagged at me. "Your warmth," I said, soft and sweet. She giggles, but it was cut off as she drew in a sudden breath, as if I had pinched her. I hadn't. but she still gave that feminine gasp. "That is no longer all, my Jake. Explore me again, through our Tsahaylu. Then, tell me, what do you feel?" So I concentrated. Harder. Just as I had listened to her heartbeat in that special way. I made my way to her core. Only then did I meet resistance, but not from Neytiri. I seemed to speak spur-of-the-moment,"I... It's like...there's another... mind...inside you."

Her eyes opened, showing genuine affection. "Yes, Jake. It is Eywa's doing; we are true mates, now. She has combined all that you are, your essence, and mine, which now resides within me. Jake... it's a child." Her voice diminished into a dainty whisper. "Our first child." With that, a purr rose, soft and sweet, from her throat. A genuine surprise. I didn't know they could do that! Did Grace? I'd have to ask later.(Yes, they have the catlike ability to purr. Unlike Terran cats, however, it's only when they are very, very happy.) But... no! Now I was torturing her. She would be widowed before birth. Quaritch would see to it personally! She released my hand and edged in closer, seeking something. She suddenly craved warmth and comfort in my embrace. My emotions began to slip and come to me. I was mentally scolding myself; I was now in far over my head, and had gotten so in a manner of minutes. Pain, longing, happiness, and most of all horror, slipped by and showed themselves to her. "But... Neytiri! I can't stay to father it! I won't be here, you know that!" She looked at me with affection and seemed to project that aura at me again, trying to keep me from going insane. I could faintly hear the words, "But that cannot be true." resonate from another mind with mine. "But Jake, if that were true, Eywa would not have done this. She would not have even led us into being in each other's arms, under the Tree, as we are now... much less into knowledge of each other's existence. Jake, free yourself. I am yours, feel me. You are mine, I feel you, see you. We can truly see each other, inside. Mentally. We are one. Let it envelope you, as I have. Yes, we are both seasoned warriors, but do not let that interfere with intimacy. We're both missing out if you don't."

Futile relief showed in her. I...no, I couldn't If she was speaking of nerve endings firing off, of the feeling of such extreme bliss, such extreme pleasure as she was, I was not Na'vi. I couldn't and therefore wouldn't have it. It was almost overwhelmingly unfair. "Neytiri, I can't. I'm not completely Na'vi. You know my real body is far up in the mountains, sleeping, right?

"Look at my hands. They aren't Navi hands. Look at my eyes. They aren't Na'vi eyes. They're not like yours. They're small. Not as large, deep or as beautiful as yours-they're not even mine." It was all true. I feared for the baby. How would my being part human in this avatar body affect it? She struggled to turn onto her side, facing me. "Jake," She rested her fingertips on my chest. "This body is real." She then stroked my cheek."This spirit is real." She laid her head close to my chest, listening to my heartbeat again. I was too sad to enter her again and return the favor. "When I was first your teacher, I had utmost hate for all Sky People. But as I taught you, you taught me. I slowly began to see my choice in you, Jake. You were not only my student, You were also my teacher. Your lesson..." Her voice diminished into a whisper. "Spirit is all that matters." She seemed to melt against me again, seeking shelter. "In all my training to be Tsahik, I was enabled to see many. Yours is the only one I have truly been connected to. I say from the depths of my heart that yours, Jake, is the purest, strongest, and even most handsome I've ever seen, let alone experienced."

Curiosity replaced my hopeless feelings flooding over into her mind.. "Neytiri, is it painful when a woman gives birth?" Her eyes clouded in confusion, in pondering. "Why ask that?" "I do not know. I have heard of it being so, and of it being even greater than what we feel right now." We laid in silence for a moment or two. Her eyes met mine, and I saw in the reflection that mine were completely widened, to the point that one could see little color in our eyes. I gave up. IT was too late to reverse the damage, which had already been done. I gave in to the pleasure, the bliss we were to be wrapped in. I let it in. I then knew what happened to her. It was fascinating. Beyond anything I could have ever imagined. I reveled in it. Cherished it. Finally felt that burning desire become fulfilled. Pure happiness; pure bliss.

I leaned in. We kissed again. It was more than purely erotic. She seemed to be affected again. The effect of feeling as she did, sharing minds, seemed to grind to a halt. I was suddenly isolated. Back under my side of the effects. Then I thought I was hallucinating. I saw some extremely beautiful being. "Eywa?" Was Neytiri still awake? What was this? The being spoke. "She is right. I am Eywa. But what you see is merely your mind giving me form. Fate has united you. I offer my greatest gratitude. But Jake, you worry yourself pointlessly. I cannot tell you anything but the hint of your future: events are not to transpire as you think they will. You will use something against a faction, something they do not have. Love. I will promise to you, Jake, that you will be a father." She faded away. Neytiri seemed to shift in sleep, to turn onto her other side. Then the world seemed to shift, to fade back into normality. She was suddenly awake again. I could share with her once more. We both drew in breaths of surprise, but hers was much more genuine than mine. Suddenly, it was all back. We laid in silence still longer. She took on an air of thought. " Eywa has spoken, Jake. Through her, I will not forget this night until she is born. Though I am not sure how, yet." What, who was she speaking of? "Through who, the kid? How do you know it's a girl?"

I began to feel exhausted, quickly. My vision gradually became blurry, and then my eyes closed. She sighed, "It is Eywa's word, Jake." with much effort. Her last conscious breath. Then we slept. Her words chased me back to the link unit. "We are mated for life." I stared at the interior. Pondering what I had done, thinking, "What the hell are you doing, Jake?"

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