As a heavy rainstorm rages outside, Neytiri silently enters the alcove she shares with Jake. She has been up late tonight attending a training session with her mother. Upon entering, she sees that one of the men in her life is passed out cold from a very busy day. The duties of O'lecytan keep Jake very busy in both mind and body. Come bed time, he usually passes out cold in no time flat. Neytiri eases over to a rather large looking basket and checks on the other man in her life, her son Thomas.
She silently lets a small smile find its way on to her lips as she sees him for the first time this evening. She finds out that two of her fingers have sought out and found the small place directly over his heart. Through the sensitive tips of her fingers, she can feel the soothing beat of her son's heart. Now, as she feels the rhythm to the song of life, a rather large, lop-sided grin finds its way onto her face. There are times when this little gift from the goddess fills her with awe and this is one of those times. A finger on her other hand tucks a stray hair behind her little son's ear. Then quickly, a light kiss on the little one's cheek and she heads for bed.
Now comes the moment which requires speed and dexterity. She quietly nudges Jake to announce her presence. Jake? Wake up.
Whaa…oh. Several moments pass by as Jake clears his head. You ready?
Yes.
Jake takes his arm that is holding the blanket covering him and lifts it high enough to give his mate an opening. With the grace of a yerik, Neytiri does a quick horizontal roll into bed. Jake drops his arm over his mate who is now in a near perfect spooning position with her mate. The long, cool night has been warded off with the lowering of Jake's arm. Safe in the presence of her family and the warmth pocket that Jake had generated for her, Neytiri releases a tired, but contented: Uhhhhhhh.
Picking up on Neytiri's contentment, in a quiet voice, Jake makes a loving accusation. You are my little warmth stealer, aren't you?
As Neytiri is slips into a blissful sleep, the only defense that escapes her lips is: Mrrrrr.
Jake thinks to himself and smiles. Guilty as charged.
The rainstorm wraps the pair in a safety blanket of sorts and sends them into a heavy, blissful sleep.