Neteyam was your mate. One day you walked into your mauri to sleep since it was late, and a Neteyam was sleeping soundly. You smile, kissing his forehead and laying down next to him. Your back is facing him as you begin to drift off; when you feel a strong grip around your waist. He pulls you close, your back against his toned chest and stomach as he nuzzled into your neck. “Who thought you could sneak in here without hugging me?” He says sleepily, in a deep voice as he kissed your neck nape.