An Empty Cup | Avatar. Miles Quaritch

13. Adaptation

SMUT WARNING ;)                       
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The first thing Miles gave me was SkyPerson clothes. I declined at first. Miles had to literally chase me around the room to catch me. But after a few minutes of hard convincing, I put them on. It felt uncomfortable and restrictive. Though I could move like I used too. Miles spent nearly half an hour trying to convince me to wear boots. But I drew the line there.

The next thing Miles gave me. Was a little fabric strechy band. I stared at it curiously. Miles explained how to tie my hair into a ponytail. I followed his instructions. It felt like my scalp was being pulled off, so I ripped it off. Miles sighed and did it for me. It felt better when he did it.

He also gave me a gas mask. Explaining about the air and stuff. Every time I took a breath from the mask, I felt clearer and sharper and faster. It wasn't magic gas. It was like Pandora's air.

I was taken to Miles' room. His bedroom. Giving me freedom to look around and get familiar with it. The room was moderately large. A few strips of windows. It was like my cell, just more decorated and homey. There was a real SkyPersons bed, only so much bigger. Miles left, and awaited to return, as I searched the room.

My hands pull at knobs. Looking like drawers. They open to display Miles' SkyPersons clothes. I look around slowly, slightly crouched over to look. Then pick up one of Miles' tank shirts, bringing it up to my face and smelling it. It had his scent. It made me smile girlishly.

The door hisses open. In a hurry I drop Miles' top back into the drawer messily and slam it. Turning around and leaning agaisnt it awkwardly. Both hands on the dresser to steady myself.

Miles steps in with a quizzical look. "What were you doing?" He asks suspisiously, closing the door behind him. I chuckle awkwardly, blinking. "Nothing." I say innocently, as if I had a halo over my head. Miles cocks an eyebrow as he moves closer. Until hes standing directly infront of me. I stand straight from leaning on the object.

His piercing yellow eyes move too the drawer, seeing it slightly ajar. In the shadowy darkness, he could see his tank-top sprawled messily. A knowing smirk growing on his face. I can feel my cheeks heat up. "Miss me already?" He teases, moving both hands to hold the object behind me. Trapping me between his body and the dresser. My arms instinctively place on his shoulders.

I lean forward, pressing my lips to his softly. Miles moves forward, pressing his torso to mine. My arms wrap around his neck. His tongue asking silent access too my mouth. I giggle and pull away. "Later." I say.

My mate groans impatiently. Both hands moving from the dresser too my thighs, hoisting me up and sitting me on the object. His lips pressing against my neck. "We can make it quick." He whispers. I chuckle but don't decline.

SMUT START!!
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Miles' mouth opens to trap a small area of my neck between his fangs teasingly. I gasp at the sensation. My back naturally arching and pressing my chest further into his. Allowing a soft moan to release from my agape lips as Miles' attacks my neck with his lips, fangs, and tongue. Creating a mark.

One hand goes too Miles' cargos. Fiddling with the buckle, unable to undo the object. I huff impatiently. Miles' chuckles against my neck, sending warm air up my skin. Both of his hands move too his belt buckle. Undoing and opening it. Unbutonning and unzipping his flies swiftly. Pulling them down to pool around his thighs.

Quickly his hands move back too my thighs. Slightly higher and cupping my ass in them. My hands move too Miles' boxers, slipping them down, and taking his girthy cock into my hands. Pre-cum already spilling eagerly. I use it to slicken him, rubbing my hand up and down. Miles shudders under my touch.