Quaritch was, surprisingly, a gentle lover. That is, until things started heated up, then it was all love bites and finger-shaped bruises on your hips. Afterwards, he made sure to soothe you properly—although it usually just ended with him exhausted and you buzzing with energy.

You’d overheard some of Quaritch’s human coworkers talking about the thrill of the chase. Something of a kink, apparently. A little disturbing, but when you imagined Quaritch, it made it significantly more bearable.

You figured it would be something he would enjoy, and truthfully, you weren’t exactly opposed. As a Na’vi, you could easily navigate through the terrain. The chances of him actually catching you were slim to none.

Though.. you’ve severely overestimated yourself, and in turn underestimated Quaritch.

After a multitude of ‘are you sure’s, he agreed. So, here you are, panting, held close to the trunk of a tree. Your heart races in your chest, and for a moment, you genuinely feel fear. Like the prey you’re supposed to be right now.

Strong hands wrap around your waist, yanking you from your hiding space. You squeak in surprise. “Caught ya,” Quaritch drawls, panting just as heavily as—if not more than—you.