Once upon a lie- Neteyam Sully

Chapter Twenty-One

"Go wish her luck. I know you want to." My eyes snap up to Kiri, confusion seeping into my features. "I'm not an idiot 'Teyam, now go before I make you put Tuk to sleep."

And here I was thinking I was being discreet. Before she changes her mind I run out of the hut, making my way through the dark. I take a few calming breaths trying my best to relax, how could I relax? She kissed me. I kissed her back. It's impossible, it's insane yet I'm so happy that it happened.

"Amy?" I whisper, praying to Eywa that she's not asleep yet.

"'Teyam?" Her small voice whispers from her spot on the hamuk. In her hands lie a book, a very tiny book that is only the size of her hand. I never learned how to read, speaking was enough. "What are you doing here?" She asks as I walk farther into her room. She doesn't look angry that I am here though just curious.

"Wanted to see you before tomorrow." My voice is soft as sit down next to her, making room for myself on her makeshift bed. Together we sit, side by side, arms and legs brushing against each other. I don't think either of us know what we're doing.

"I'm nervous for the rites." She leans her head on my shoulder, he book long forgotten. Shivers run up my arms as I feel her hand trace my own. This girl is taking over every one of my senses and I don't know what to do about it.

"You have nothing to worry about, you're going to be great." I comfort, she has absolutely nothing to worry about. "Just remember what I taught you." Her head lifts up, facing me with her big eyes. My breath is stripped from my lungs as her eyes pierce my own. What am I feeling right now?

Wanting nothing but to divert her attention, I pick up the book in her hands. The words on the inside are miniscule, something my eyes can barely see- especially in this lighting. 

"There's no pictures?" I shake my head as I squint at the tiny words, all of it looking like gibberish to my eyes. Her hands find the book and flip it, telling me that it was in fact upside down. Oh.

"This is one of my favorite books." She whispers as she flips through the pages, a small smile gracing at her lips. "Little Women." 

"What's it about?" 

"A family, 4 sisters. Their dad is off at war and the mom is just the sweetest. It's just about their life." She sums up shortly, looking slightly embarrassed. My hand comes up to her face, adoration swelling in my chest. She looks nearly stunned as I rub my thumb down her cheek bone. Feeling a burst of confidence I lean my face closer to her own, our lips only millimeters apart.

"Will you read it to me?" I squeeze out, wanting to know everything about the things that interest her. A smile blesses her features as she nods, together we lie down on the hamuk, our body's intertwining as she brings the small book close to her face. She starts reading, enthusiasm laced in her voice but I don't hear a word that comes out of her mouth.

I'm to focused on my hand that settles on her stomach, rubbing slow circles as I watch her squirm slightly, shivers spreading over her body. A small smirk tugs at my lips as I watch her react, a small stutter showing as she reads. Her glare is prominent in every look she gives me nevertheless she continues to read which delights me to no end. 

My eyes settle on her lips, her beautiful blue lips. Fuck. 

My hand trailed up slightly higher, tracing her skin as she reads to me. I don't know what she's done to me- put some sort of fucking spell on me because fuck. 

"What are you doing Neteyam?" She whispers, her fingers finding the ends of my hair, playing with the strands. My hand doesn't stop moving, as if it has a mind of it's own as it strokes up and down her side.

"What do you want me to do?" I know what I want to do. I want to kiss her until she can't breath any longer and I want to touch every part of her body, I want to stay here all night wishing her good luck for tomorrow. 

Instead of answering she pulls my head down to her own, initiating the kiss once again. I smile against her lips. I can't get enough of her, of all of her. The book falls to the ground with a bang as I take her into my grasp, hands grabbing all over. Her head pulls away looking at the discarded item, immediately my lips find her neck, eliciting a gasp from her.

Fuck.

"My book." She whines, her hands fisting my hair. My mouth trails over her skin, down to her panting chest before looking back up at her. Her lips are swollen and her hair is a mess yet I can't help but think this is the most beautiful she has ever looked. Amelia is going to be the death of me.

I chuckle at her slightly before crashing my lips against her own. We don't have long until I need to go home and she needs to rest for tomorrow otherwise she'll be exhausted but I can't find it in me to leave yet.

"I need to go."  I mumble against her. She nods but doesn't separate from me, if anything she kisses me harder, tugging at the roots of my hair, eliciting a groan from me. She's perfect- absolutely perfect- I don't think I ever want to leave. 

Finally, I find the courage to break away, my whole body trembling from the feel of her touch on my body. My forehead rests on her own, gasps of air coming from both of us. 

"I'll see you tomorrow?" She asks with a quiet voice, so quiet I have to lean down to hear her. Not being able to resist I kiss her again, a deep sensual kiss before standing up. I smirk at her with a nod, receiving a beautiful smile in return.

I am so fucked.