Sokka/Ty Lee

rating: Mature

It was obvious, as well as quite mutual, from the moment they had first lain eyes on one another. Sokka, yet again finding himself powerless to resist sweet smiles, fluttering lashes, and supple curves- the temptation that is Ty Lee- sneaks off to meet her for the umpteenth time. After having quietly slipped away from camp, he veers north... disappearing into the woods, he calls out for her.

"Come and play, cutie..."

Entranced by the call of her teasing laughter, he answers; she allows herself to be caught.

Strong arms surrounding her petite frame within their tight embrace, the water tribesman whispers, "I missed you."

Then his mouth is on hers, sloppily devouring those pretty lips. Eager hands set to work on clothing and in an instant, the acrobat is flat on her back atop the soft, dewy grass. She pants impatiently as he peppers kisses along her jawline, down her neck, across her collarbone. He chuckles lightheartedly, eliciting this twisting, tightening sensation in her abdomen to which she welcomes.

"Enjoying yourself?" he asks.

"Yes," she whimpers, parting her thighs.

Sokka is quick to give Ty Lee what she wants, pushing inside her with one fluid motion. All that can be heard are the satisfied grunts and groans, resonating throughout the clear, crisp evening of early spring. As he feels her inner walls begin to clench around him, signaling her climax, he too lets go. No more words are spoken past this point. The two share a short embrace, proceeding to re-dress in silence before returning to their respective groups... both already longing for the other's company during seemingly endless (and lonely) return journeys.