[The boxers were certainly fitting. And were, in some ways, made all the better by his clear and obvious reaction to her. There was something amazing in that, in the way he had responded to her. Peeta... Peeta had been different. He had loved her since they were five. Of course he'd desire her. But Sokka was only her friend. He didn't have to want her like this. And yet, he did.
As she stepped out of her own pants, now clad only in basic black panties, she finally tore her eyes away. Brows raised in response to his statement and she smiled rather broadly. It was amazing. Zevran really had been right. There was nothing wrong in seeking comfort like this with a friend.]
You're not so bad your- [The statement is finished with a happy gasp. Her eyes closed as she pressed her back against his chest, her neck falling to the side.] -yourself. [She remembers the word a few seconds later. But it's hard to speak without mixing in pleased whimpers at his touch.] This is nice. This is really, really nice. Don't stop?
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As she stepped out of her own pants, now clad only in basic black panties, she finally tore her eyes away. Brows raised in response to his statement and she smiled rather broadly. It was amazing. Zevran really had been right. There was nothing wrong in seeking comfort like this with a friend.]
You're not so bad your- [The statement is finished with a happy gasp. Her eyes closed as she pressed her back against his chest, her neck falling to the side.] -yourself. [She remembers the word a few seconds later. But it's hard to speak without mixing in pleased whimpers at his touch.] This is nice. This is really, really nice. Don't stop?