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[After ditching Ed in the tunnels, Sokka has had some thinking to do. He's lost Suki and now he's lost Edward. His relationship with other people has seemed strained too. When it comes down to it, he doesn't particularly feel bad about this, but he is worried about ending up alone. Being alone is bad. But then, so is the life he had before. Well, if the journals are good for one thing, it's for sorting out dilemmas without giving yourself away. So he heads to the journal, disguises his handwriting, and asks:]

[Written (Disguised)]

If you were changed in a way that made you happier, but pushed other people away, would it be worth staying that way? I mean, it's not worth it to make yourself miserable just for the sake of other people, right? That'd be ridiculous.

[Yeah. Totally ridiculous. That was stupid of him to even ask. He stares at the page, shakes his head, and pushes it away. Later he'll reply to it, but for now, he decides to do work instead of wallowing in pointless contemplation.

For people who might want Sokka in person, he's up to his usual routine.]

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If there's one thing I figured out, it's that love is overrated. Me? I'd be happy to just stick with all the physical stuff, forget the rest. But hey, that's just me. And generally speaking, that kind of talk will get a guy slapped. Speaking of:

[He turned his cheek to her, waiting for the inevitable.]

[Recently, she had come to similar conclusions. About the time she had woken up screaming for Peeta again, drowning in the pain of missing him. She hated love. Hated how weak it made her, how it jeopardized her own survival. Peeta and Gale had been right about that after all. In the end, she'd chose the option that would give her the best chances in life.

And here, love wasn't that option.

She finally steps around the counter and places a hand on the cheek. But there's no sharp sting of a slap that follows. Instead, she closes her eyes and leans in to give him a kiss on the lips.

Like was so much better than love.]

[Oh, well then. He does her the favor of returning the kiss and putting his arms around her waist. When there's a moment for their lips to part, he manages to get our a brief whispered response.]

I like the way you hit.

[She took the opportunity to smile at him, resting her other hand on his hip. Her cheeks remained a little flushed from the kiss, from the courage it took her to make such a gesture.

But even with a house full of roommates now, a part of her still felt alone. This was a very good alternative for being alone.]

Figured it was about time I made up for all the times I have actually hit you lately.

[Kissing. It was nice. Not enough, but it was nice. The only problem was the knowledge that it wasn't filling that hole inside of him. But it seemed like it was scraping the edge of it. Maybe he just hadn't got far enough yet.

He smiled back at her.]

You also kicked me under the table. More than once I might add. You should make up for that too.

[She rolled her eyes at that and muffled a laugh as she remembered exactly why she had kicked Sokka under the table. At least, remembered the first instance. All because he had said that making out with her had been the last thing on his mind.

Strange.

And not something she wanted to think too much on. Because if she did that, she might feel guilty. And the whole point of this was to get over Peeta. To stop feeling so horrible inside.]

I think I can do that.

[With another kiss. A quick peck on the lips, followed by a much longer and lingering kiss.]

[Raven comes out of the back room that second and nearly drops the armload of supplies she's carrying.

That is Sokka and some unknown woman. Kissing. Really kissing.

Thankfully it is in her nature not to say much.]

[Sokka was mid-passionate kiss when he happened to open up his eyes and spot Raven walking by.

Well shit, caught in the act. Nothing for it now, though. But he really didn't want to see what would come of this if Raven talked to Winry and Hiccup who were only just a room away. So Sokka leaned into Katniss and whispered in her ear:]

Let's take this somewhere more private.

[She had been caught up in the sensations, caught up in the way it felt to press herself against a boy's body, the way that arms held her close. That hunger - the hunger that had little to do with food and everything to do with another kind of want - had caught her off guards. He might not have been Peeta, there might not have been any kind of love between them, but there was fondness.

When he broke the kiss, her eyes narrowed and she nearly scowled at him, ready to tell him off without second thought. Or resume the kiss, or--]

Oh. [She turned her head quickly, cheeks flaming when she spotted the new arrival in the shop. They weren't alone. Of course they weren't alone. This was a shop.] Oh... yeah. Yeah. That might be a good idea.

[Sokka watched as Raven headed into the back and he had a feeling he knew where this was going. So he latched his hand around Katniss's to lead her away.]

Come on, I know somewhere we won't be bothered. [The New Feather watch stations. It was the quietest place you could go and still have a roof over your head.]

[How many more people were here? She never paid all that much attention to the coming and goings of the employees, preferring mostly to just browse around the shop than ask questions. But she had shared too many kisses under the watchful eye of the Hunger Games audience. Whatever games the Malnosso might have had planned, she was finally starting to doubt that entertainment was key.

She glanced down at their joined hands and then grinned at him, quirking an eyebrow in curiosity.] The tree house is a while away.

Please, I'm not that patient. There's closer places than that.

[He hadn't meant anything by taking her hand, but now that they were hand in hand, well. It was nice. It reminded him of happier times.]

[It reminded her of much the same. His hands weren't as smooth as Peeta's. Not the hands of a baker and artist. It was much more like being around Gale. But whoever it was - Sokka or Peeta or Gale - it was nice to have a hand clasped around hers again. It was nice to feel wanted again. Maybe even desired.

She rolled her eyes at him even as she followed him regardless.] Like?

Well, I'd hold out on it being a surprise, but it's going to be a decent walk and it's really not that much of a surprise. The watch stations are nice and convenient. Kind of like a home away from home... away from home.

[The last bit comes as he recalls, belatedly, that Luceti isn't home.]

[She wrinkles her nose a little at the mention of home. For a while, shortly after Richard move in to the house, she could almost pretend that it was home again. Her home. But with all of Effie's makeup and wigs, with the strange colors and furniture, it doesn't feel so much like that anymore. Not as much as it did.]

I haven't been to the watch stations.

[And it's a better choice, she thinks, than either of their houses. Not when they both have roommates. Roommates that could just as easily disrupt kissing as co-workers in a smithy.]

[Even without his soul, he is tactful not to choose the station where he and Suki had their first time together. But he does look at her with mild surprise.]

Really? I figured you being the hunter, you'd use them all the time. I know I do.

[She shakes her head, looking around as they walk. Keeping mindful of the path they take. And, more importantly, the other people around. Not that she cares all that much what they think. At least, she tells herself such. Because she needs this. She needs to feel wanted again. Pretend, even just for a few moments.]

I prefer being on the ground. I never had the advantage of height back in District 12. Unless you counted the trees. [She shrugged a little.] But I've always had the advantage on foot. I like it that way.

[He smirks and then bobs his head over to the grass by the side of the path.]

Well, we could roll around on the ground instead, since you seem to like it so much.

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[She follows the direction of his gaze to the grass and blushes a little. It makes her think back to that kiss on the beach, that kiss with Peeta that had awoken an all knew kind of hunger in her. And for a moment there, she feels a pang of sadness. That desperately lost kind of lonely she wants gone so, so much.

She still hates it. Hates how much she misses him. How much she let that love, that grief, still affect her.

And so she stops walking and lets go of his hand to place both of hers on either side of his face. She strokes one cheek briefly before tilting her head for a kiss. She wants to forget. She wants to forget so very much.]

[Oh, they're never going to get there like this. At least they're outside of the village now. He places his hands on her shoulders and allows their lips to lock. He does, manage, to slip in a few words here and there.]

So- that's a- yes?

[There aren't many hunters here in Luceti. Not many who often trek into the forests surrounding the village proper. It's unlikely anyone would see them kissing right now. And she's tired of thinking.

Tentatively, she lets one hand fall from his cheek to stroke his neck, continuing to kiss him despite his question. Touching. Touching was a part of this, wasn't it? A fun part of it for that matter. So her hand continues to move from neck to rest on his shoulder.]

...it's not a no.

[The words are snuck in between kisses. Just in case he couldn't figure it out.]

[It was private, it was making out, and he was sure that she actually did get his pun about 'faking around'. Or maybe she didn't. But he was about to find out, because even in the grips of passion, he reached for the hem of her shirt and started to pull it up around her back.]

[It's that feel of cool fingers against the small of her back that makes her still for just a moment. While her own touches have been hesitant, barely leaving the shoulder area, he apparently doesn't seem to have the same apprehensions. Her lips pause against his and she takes a sharp intake of air.

Oh.]

Oh. [She pulls away just enough to smile bashfully at him. Embarrassed and a little bit flustered. But this is a part of it, isn't it? All a part of the kissing and touching and making out?] Might help to take off my jacket, first.

Well, if you want to be picky.

[Well, that wasn't a no. He returned a pleased smile as his hands instead moved to her jacket instead, peeling it away. He was trying to keep himself reeled in, but he was desperate to make this happen. Oh, sure, his hormones were in full gear. After all, it had been nearly a year since he'd got anything. He'd stupidly stopped himself from getting anywhere on Valentine's due to that pointless loyalty to Suki.

But he really was hoping this would satisfy that carnal desire inside him born of that emptiness clawing at his heart and mind.

When her jacket was free, he let it fall to the side.]

[The short sleeves of her black tee left arms bare, exposing the obvious healed scars and skin grafts. Even though she knows he had seen them before - anyone who had seen her at the Halloween masque had - their presence still made her uncomfortable. Still reminded her of the fire mutt who couldn't save her sister. Who should have died that day in her place.

It's enough to make her have second thoughts about the direction this whole kissing thing was leading. To tempt her to pull away and pretend this never happened. Because Sokka isn't Peeta. And for all he might be willing to kiss her, she doubts he'd ever find her beautiful.

But distractions also work. And so, as she leans in for another kiss, her hand also reaches past his shoulder to gently brush fingers against the arch of one wing.]

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