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...but, big spoon, you have so much to do and i have nothing ahead of me.
➺ pairing: jake sully x omatikaya!reader(fluff/angst)
➺ summary: seeing jake was easy, seeing toruk makto not so much.(w/c: 2.8k)
➺ warnings: minor mentions of war& death
a/n: inspired by mitski's 'your best american girl' nd dedicated to our fav all-american boy<33 na'vi dictionary at the end !!gif credit goes to @ worldofpandora on tumblr
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Seeing Jake was easy.
It was shirking clan chores in favour of being held in the safe cocoon of his capable arms on a lazy afternoon, the two of you splayed out on the forest floor as it welcomed you into its clutch, soft grass embracing you, gentle breeze lulling him to sleep. As he slumbers you trace his features gently, eyes first, then nose.
You coast over the worry line that creases just like that when he senses a formidable threat, like the rogue palulukan that strayed a little too close to camp the previous week (or the persistent Omatikaya child that insists on having you braid his hair exactly when Jake's sat down for you to rebraid his, meaning a rushed job and less scalp scratches for him). Cautious fingertips are guided by the smattering of tanhi that litter his face, a map provided by Eywa, tiny stars aligning to lead you to your final destination - your favourite destination – his lips.
