This fanfic - the stories in each chapter are NOT my own work. I want to make it very clear that I am not claiming authorship; I'm just saving them here for myself, because I enjoy reading them all the time and thought it would be more practical to...
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"Any plans for tonight?" Jake asks you. Cleaning his gun as he sat across from you. Before he spoke the room was filled with nothing but silence, you often found it difficult to speak with him. You had the biggest crush on him, constantly finding yourself staring at him - but being careful not to get caught.
"Mm not really, was gonna make some jewelry with Kiri and come back home" you stand to your feet, handing him his cleaning rod he was looking around aimlessly for, smiling at him when he took it from your hands.
My Eywa that smile, you thought.
"That sounds like a plan there honey bun" he giggled. Turning his attention back to his gun. You blushed when you realized that no matter how much you tried to make sense around him. You just couldn't, he made you too nervous.
Deep down you knew these feelings were wrong. He was your adoptive father, and still married at that! It became some sick fantasy of yours to sleep with him, to take him from his wife and have your way with him when you wanted. Nonetheless, you refused to act upon your desires. Holding back with everything you had because you cared for your adoptive family. They took you in when no one else would. It just so happened it was the man who you were absolutely in love with.
"Right.. I guess it does" you say awkwardly. Standing in the middle of the room as you watched him tend to his weapon. The sight turned you on. He was so good with it. You've watched him fire it countless times and every time is still like you've never seen it before. It was never something that you didn't enjoy watching.
"Baby girl.. you're doing that thing again" he giggled. You didn't realize it but you were gawking. Eyes glued to him. You shook your head away in embarrassment, trying to now hide the cheeks that began to blush. The last thing you needed was for him to grow suspicious of you. "S-sorry" you mutter. "The gun is just so cool"
Jake's laugh turned into a surprised yet satisfying look. Almost as if he were excited that you found his firearm interesting. "Wanna hold it?" He asks. Standing to his feet, holding the gun carefully. Your eyes darted back and forth, a small panic starting to set it. You've never held one before - but curiosity got the best of you. "Yeah.. sure"
Jake smiles, handing you the gun. You grab it with both hands, gripping the chunk of metal hard so you don't drop it. He moves behind you, pushing his back into yours. Your breath caught in your throat, deciding to hold it in out of fear you'd give your arousal away. You watch as his strong arms come from behind you. Pulling the gun up and placing the butt against your shoulder. He positions your right arm under it, wrapping your hands around the trigger mechanism.
"Okay first things first, never put your finger on the trigger unless you're going to fire. Safety first" he brings his other hand around your left arm, showing you where you grip the barrel. And just like that you were holding a gun. "This is so cool" you say. Looking behind you and up at him with the biggest smile. He returns it, nodding his head that you pay attention.
