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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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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.]

[She didn't think twice when his hands went to the back of her bra, helping in whatever way was possible to quickly free herself from the garment. As she did, she pushed off his tunic to land on the ground with the rest of her clothing. That was so, so much better. Even more so when lips found her neck.

Her fingers stilled against the jagged scar on his side and she moaned in pleasure, head rolling to the side to provide him better access. It made her hungry for more. For much, much more. A hunger that she hadn't felt since Peeta had left. One she had thought herself incapable of feeling ever again. And she wanted more, wanted that satisfaction that came from being intimate with another person.

Without thinking, her hands moved downward to tug at the waist of his pants. She needed this. Needed to not feel so alone for a little while longer. But she wasn't about to be entirely stupid.] Do you have a condom?

[Sokka kept a lot of things on him to be prepared. Several knives, a few bombs in his bag, an alchemy notebook, his journal, his sword and boomerang, a hatchet, some emergency beef jerky, a bottle of water, a book of matches and a lighter, several keys, a neat looking rock he found, and floss which he never actually used for his teeth.

But he had not quite settled into his role as a womanizer long enough to actually think about keeping condoms on him. He did, at least, know what they are. He had a certain samurai to thank for that.

He unlatched her bra and pulled it aside and was very near to getting to do something about that. But now things were awkward.]

Can't you just drink that tea stuff?

[She paused in her actions, hands resting on his hips as she looked at him with some confusion. Her brow wrinkled and this time, when she tilted her head to the side, it had nothing to do with giving in to lust and everything to do with questioning his response.

This wasn't something she had heard of before. Even if she hadn't paid all that attention - okay, none at all - to that mandatory sexual education class all thirteen year olds in the Districts were forced to attend, she had thought she had learned enough. But this was not something she had heard of. Nor, really, did she appreciate this break in the mood.]

Tea stuff?

[Sokka nodded with certainty and reiterated:]

Tea stuff. [He paused as he realized more context was needed.] From the clinic. For, you know, after. Or is it before? I never really asked.

[She nodded, feeling a little more at ease by the certainty in his voice. Tea stuff. How come no one had told her about this before? A tea from the clinic that she could take after. Something a whole lot less messy than condoms, a whole lot less obvious.]

No one told me. [Damn it. Cato had made that whole horrible post in the journal about her and Peeta and no one bothered telling them about this option?] About the tea stuff. I like it though. It sounds easy. A lot easier than, well, condoms.

Way easier. I think people would give us looks if we walked back into town like this.

[What with them being both completely topless here. And frankly, Sokka was ready to get back to that. After all, it was kind of hard to have a conversation of any type of seriousness when you were distracted by breasts.]

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