Nervous | Aonung

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Aonung and I figured it be best we wait till sun up in case the Zalorticus were still circling around the cave.

We're now playing two truth and one lie in order to pass time. It's a simple game I've heard someone talk about before but Aonung does not understand the game at all.

"It's not that hard, you tell two truths and one lie and then I have to figure out what the lie is," I explain, rolling my eyes at the fact he could not get it.

"Why are you the only one figuring out the lie?" Aonung asks dumbfounded.

We were sitting cross legged, facing each other front on and close enough for me to hit his giant head.

"Skxawng," I hiss, slapping his head. "We take turns, I'll go first. "I think your an idiot, I love my brother and I learnt how to shoot a bow & arrow when I was three."

"Ooo the first one, first ones a lie," Aonung points his finger at me, excited he got it right.

"Wrong," I chuckle. "I learnt to shoot a bow when I was 5."

"What?! That's not fair, how would I know that?" Aonung whines, throwing his hands up in defeat.

"It's a way to learn, you go now," I explain.

"Ok um, I love my sister, I'm the next Oley'ktan and Ronal isn't my mum," he beams, proud of him self.

What an idiot

"You idiot, that's so obvious!" I exclaim, a smile creeping it's way onto my face.

"No it not!" His mouth falls to the ground.

"Ronal is your mum, that was the lie," I cross my arms over my chest, raising my brows.

"Yes," Aonung mumbles.

"That's right, Ka'nu Gouyen the winne-,"

"Whatever, your go now," Aonung interrupts me.

"Ok sir, I'm pregnant-."

"Your pregnant!" Aonung interrupts me again, yelling loudly.

"No you idiot, that was clearly gonna be the fucking lie," I smack his head again.

"Ah, damn," he hisses, holding his head.

"We're not playing this game anymore, can you think of any others?" I ask, fed up with his idiotic behaviour.

"Truth or truth," Aonung suggests.

"Don't you mean truth or dare?" I ask.

Truth or dare is a popular game amongst teen Na'vi, often played when your drunk off of julo juice.

"No. I mean truth or truth," Aonung corrects.

"Ok fine, truth or truth Aonung?" I ask, leaning back on my hands.

"Truth," Aonung smiles.

"Why are you an idiot?" I question, tilting my head to the side.

"I'm not your just blind, truth or truth?" Aonung answers quickly.

"Hmmm I think I'll go with truth," I tease.

"Do I make you nervous?" he smirks.

Dick

Groaning I lie flat on my back contemplating how to react. Siting up as fast as I layed down, I look him dead in the eyes.

"No," I smile at him kindly. "Truth or truth?"

"Truth," Aonung smiles back.

"Do I make you nervous?" I repeat his question.

"No," he replies back fast.

Making eye contact neither of us dare to break because in a way breaking eye contact would be like admitting we were nervous. I'm not nervous, Aonung doesn't make me nervous.

"Truth or truth?" I ask, ignoring that it's his turn.

"Truth," he says confidently, not breaking eye contact.

"When are you becoming a Mashkull?" I keep my eyes on him.

"When I become eighteen, you?" He asks, referring to the women warriors.

"Can't, I have to be some idiots Tsahik," I smile at him.

"Are you sure he's an idiot?" He asks, tilting his head to the side in a confident manner.

"Very much," I nod my head.

Aonung began looking me up and down shamelessly as he rolls his tongue over his bottom lip.

"Like what you see?" I tease.

"Very much," he nods his head, taking his time before looking back at my eyes.

"Ok stud," I chuckle, standing up and walking away.

I walked to last years story where I begin to read it. Not much happened last year, it was just a drawing of Aonungs family and writing of how their keeping up with the times.

Aonung stands closely behind me his shoulder aligned with the back of my head. Leaning down, he looks over my shoulder as he points at the drawing of him on the wall.

"Your going to be there next year," he smirks, standing up straight again.

"Right next to you," I smile, turning around to face him.

"You know, if you want to be in their this year, you only have a day," he looks down at me, creating a bump in his cheek with his tongue.

"A day to do what?" I ask innocently.

"You know," Aonung whisper, resting his hands softly on my waist, careful not to spook me.

"Oh do I?" I act along, wrapping my arms around his shoulders.

"Yes," Aonung lowers his head towards my face, our noses just barely touching.

The close proximity caught me off guard and I verbally gulp when I accidentally stare down at his lips. I've never seen them so close. They look-

Stop it Ka'nu

"Like what you see?" He teases, repeating my question from earlier.

"Very much," I repeat his words as I've regained my confidence.

"Good," he smirks, leaning in further.

As our lips slightly touch my breath catches in my throat and my pupils grow. Am I going to kiss Aonung? The man I must mate with and the man I once genuinely hated.

"Are you ok with this?" He asks seriously, looking into my eyes.

He looked scared? As if he were scared to touch me. Am I scared for him to touch me? We've kissed before. But I guess that doesn't count because I was just saving us. If I'm being honest, I wouldn't hate kissing him again.

"Yes," I blurt out, looking back at his eyes.

He brings a hand up to my cheek, slowly closing the gap as he rests his lips on mine. His lips are soft, plump. I've never noticed that before. He taste like the sea, but in a good way.

The grip he has on my waist tightens as he pulls me further into him. I slide my hands that were on his shoulders onto his face to pull him closer to me.

He removes the hand he had on my face, placing it back on my waist. Applying pressure on my waist he picks me up as I wrap my legs around his waist. Pushing me back against the wall I gasp, giving him access to put his tongue in my mouth.

Eywa look away

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