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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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[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.]

[Oh. Nobody had touched his wing like that in a very long time. He lets out a contended sigh. He let the shirt wait, for the moment, and did the same things to her wing, tickling the tips by running his finger along the edges. He remembered doing that to Suki. She always enjoyed that.]

Kinda makes the wings nice, don't it?

[There were few other areas so sensitive as their own wings. It was a curse. But sometimes also a blessing.]

[Her wings fluttered in response as a pleasurable shiver made its way down her spine. Her eyes closed and she let out a little sigh of her own. It had been a while for her, too. Since Peeta's disappearance. And for once, she didn't mind having the mockingjay wings.]

It does. [The words came out almost breathless as she opened her eyes to smile at him. Her fingers began to trace a path downward along his soft feathers in light, teasing caresses.] You can... you can touch me other places, too. If you want.

I thought you'd never offer.

[He gives her a quick and brief kiss before he trails his fingers down to the bottom of her shirt again. He was ready to skip the slow foreplay and go right for the main event. So when he was pulling the shirt off, he was quick to the point of not being forceful.]

[That quick kiss provided her with unexpected confidence. Or maybe it was renewed desire on her part. Either way, she readily cooperated this time. No distractions, no attempt to sway their actions away from exposing skin. The way his fingers had felt on her wing had felt good. She wanted more of that. More of that comfort you could get from touch.

As soon as her shirt landed on the ground, she reached out for the hem of Sokka's with that same sense of urgency he possessed.]

[Fortunately Sokka's penchant for still wearing Water Tribe style tunics made things a little easier. So he guided her hands to the cloth belt around his waist that held his tunic together. Then he left her hands there as his own slid up around her arms, up to her shoulders and around, exploring all the bare skin now left exposed.

Oh yes, there were scars. But he had his own scars that were hidden. Some accidental and stupid, others more serious and worrisome. But they were markers that proved that he had been through those things, etched forever in his flesh. It made him real. Alive. He saw hers the same way he saw his.]

[She frowned for a moment when he moved her hands before quickly catching on. The frown quickly became a smile as she pulled at the belt and watched the tunic flaps fall to either side. Handy. Very handy.

Her eyes roamed the newly exposed flesh curiously, even a little unabashedly. He really, really wasn't bad looking. Why hadn't she noticed that before? Lips curved in a pleased little smile before she reached out to place her palms flat on his abdomen. She stepped closer to capture his lips in another kiss, pleased by how, well, excited this made her. How alive. Her hands began to roam in earnest, determined to touch every bit she could find.]

[It was the ingenuity of a world that wanted easy access to everything. Or at least that's what Sokka was inclined to think. Regardless, ti exposed Sokka's most uncomfortable scar. The jagged teeth of a Shift Hunter's bite along his side. Easily the most painful experience of his life.

But it made for one badass scar now, so he didn't mind. All the trauma that had once came with it didn't seem to affect him as much anymore.

This still wasn't good enough, though.

So whatever else she was wearing under that shirt, he was going to remove that next. In the meantime, his lips escaped from hers and found other flesh to visit. Her cheek, then her ear, followed by her neck and shoulder.]

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