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Sokka the 78th - [Action/Written]

[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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[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.]

[She blushed at the mention of their states of dishevel. The way strands of her hair were sticking out from its braid, how the only clothing she wore waist up was the necklace he had given her. That flush of exhilaration and embarrassment on her cheeks. The way he, too, looked just as bedraggled. And how much that seemed to be affecting her right now.

She gave him a small, sly sort of smile as she wrapped an arm around his shoulder, fingers playing with whatever tips of feathers they could reach. She pressed a kiss to his collarbone and then another to the hollow of his throat.]

Good thing [Said between kisses.] that the clinic's on my way home.

[And maybe, just maybe, she'll stock up. Just in case this turns into a more than one time thing. Besides, it could be fun to see Effie's reaction to that tea.]

[Ah, just what he wanted to hear. He returns a smirk before letting her have her fun with him. He contented himself with nibbling on her ear before going to retrieve her arms. He started from the shoulder, sliding his hand down to her elbows until he could guide her fingers back to his belt again. Back to where they left off.]

It's a very good thing indeed.

[She smiles against his chest at the way his mouth feels against her skin. Even more at the way he moves her hands back down to his belt. Impatient, huh? But not, she suspects, any more impatient than herself. She tugs his belt loose with one hand as the other reaches for his wrist. His hands had felt good against her wings, against her stomach and back. And there are, she suspects, other places his hands might feel good against.

Her own daring makes her feel even more alive, more turned on and attuned to everything that they're doing. She works her lips up to the crook of Sokka's neck while placing the palm of his hand around one breast. The contact makes her sigh in pleasure.

It's good. It's so good to feel like this again.]

[It was no secret he was eager. The front of his pants weren't doing a very good job disguising that. But as much as he'd enjoyed touching the other parts of her, there were some places much better than others. The breasts were one of them. There was nothing quite like it and while he really only had one other set to compare with, he didn't find these to be lacking, especially as he used his thumb to tease her nipple. With his other hand, he rubbed his hand along the small of her back before he reached her own pants.

It meant pulling himself away from kissing, but undressing your partner was never meant to be simple.]

[She whimpered when he teased her nipple, a shiver racking through her body at the sensation. It was as good as having her wings touched. And she arched into it, craving more and more. She had only ever had one other pair of hands on her breasts before. And it felt good to have another pair on them again. That reminder that she could be desirable.

It was all enough to make her squirm a little, to push her body up against his even as he attempted to remove her pants. Even if a part of her knew that it made his job difficult, she didn't seem to care. All she wanted was to feel. Not to care, not to love. Just to feel. And to make him move all the faster, she returned her attention back to his own pants, tugging at the sides to finally let them pool around his feet.]

[Katniss would now solve one of the pressing questions regarding Sokka. The answer was boxers. It took him a year to switch, but he hadn't looked back since.

He was enjoying the sensation of having her body pressed against him, even though it had been a brief moment. He was anticipating it being for more than just a moment. So as he kicked his pants to the side, he returned the favor and tugged hers down far enough that gravity could do the rest.]

You're even better than I thought you'd be.

[And in that moment, he started maneuvering his way behind her, so he could hold her up against him and cup both of her breasts in his hands while burying his face in her neck.]

[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?

I don't plan to.

[Maybe they don't perfectly fit together like this. Burden of the wings really, but it did feel good having her warm flesh against his own. That sensation of oneness that could only be achieved in moments like this. Still, it wasn't filling that emptiness. He needed more.

So while his left hand continued to play with her breast, his right hand slid down the length of her stomach and then to her black panties. Rather than try to pull them off, he simply dipped his hand inside while his fingers carefully sought entrance.]

[She wasn't complaining, not even in the slightest. With the way they stood, her wings were trapped against his hard chest. Every slight movement she made rubbed them even more against him, causing those pleasure filled chills to radiate down her spine to straight between her legs. Maybe she was being a bit selfish right now not returning the favor. But it was growing progressively harder to concentrate on anything but feeling. To want to get the most out of all the sensations she possibly can.

Her right hand comes up to cover her now exposed breast while the other covers his left hand, urging him to continue. And when his fingers found her entrance, she gasped-] Sokka! [-and bucked against him, grinding her behind eagerly against his erection. She turned her head to find his lips, pressing a kiss against them before finding his jaw and nibbling down his neck.]

[He was willing to indulge her like this for now, because he wanted it to be great and memorable. That way she'd want it again and again and again. Besides, he was getting his own amount of pleasure, even if having her pressing against his erection was making it more and more difficult to wait.

He continued his work with calloused, hardened fingers. They might not have been delicate, but he seemed to more or less have an idea of what they should be doing. As she kissed him and he felt her push into him even more, he let out a soft moan. He was trying to hold himself back, but he didn't have it in him much longer.]

[Delicate didn't feel nearly as good as the way his fingers felt now. Rough and not at all like Peeta's. Causing anticipation to build in her stomach. Anticipation that soon it would be something else inside her, filling her, and then- then she could forget everything but this very moment. Lose herself in his arms and mouth and touch.

Her kisses began to grow more aggressive, teeth and tongue mixing in with lips. Turning just enough in his embrace to give her mouth better access to his skin but not nearly enough to separate their bodies entirely, wing feathers still touching his chest. She finally let go of his hand to reach out behind her until finding the band of his boxers and slipping past it to cup his erection.

It wouldn't take much, she suspected, to turn around and wrap her legs around him as she guided him in her. The thought made her tighten her grip, moving her hand up and down in mimicry of his own motions within her.]

[He nearly froze as he felt her hand slide into his boxers and take hold of him. He tightened all at once, very nearly willing to just let it all out at once. It felt good. Amazing, even. No one else had touched him like that in so long, he'd nearly forgotten how good it was.

All the same, he took hold of her wrist to make her stop and managed to breathe out:]

Wait.

[He pulled his own hand away from her and though it was already wet from being inside her, he paid that no mind. He was quickly discarding his boxers so they could finish this right.]

[She had forgotten just how empowering that could be. Causing a boy to freeze like that, to want nothing more than to bury himself inside of her. It was tempting, so tempting, to ignore his command and continue regardless. To make him come in her hand. But she wanted him inside of her too much. Wanted to share in this pleasure, too.

She pulled away and turned around entirely to face him, breath catching in her throat when she saw him standing fully naked in front of her. For once, there was no embarrassment over nudity. Just desire. Need enough to completely cloud her judgement. Taking a deep breath, she whispered:]

Nice.

[And then proceeded to squirm out of her own damp panties until she was standing just as naked in front of him - naked except for his necklace. She tugged at the tie to her braid to let the strands slowly fall loose and smiled.]

[He released out a bated breath when she let him go. He was grateful, though reluctant at the same time. He was ready and all to eager to experience a moment of bliss. True bliss. The kind that would make him feel whole again.

He took but a moment to gaze at her in her completely exposed beauty.]

Even better.

[He hastily removed his own hair tie, though it mattered little in the moment. All that was left on him was an armband that his sister had given him. A knife was hidden inside it.

A moment later, he pulled her towards him so he could lift her up in front of him, let her rid him while he supported both their weights.

It was better than rolling around in the grass.]

[Her body was covered in scars from neck to toe and yet he looked at her as if it didn't matter one bit. She smiled and laughed in response to his words.

As he reached for her, she had already begun to close the gap between them. Arms stretched to wrap around his neck, fingers of one hand reaching up to dig in his hair while the other brushed playfully against the top edge of his wings. She wrapped her legs around his waist and rubbed herself against him, gasping in pleasure. This was good. This was so, so good. Her body felt electric and alive in ways it hadn't for so long. Her lips found his to engage in a deep kiss before letting go with one hand to position his erection at her entrance.

Then, without hesitation, she tightened her legs around him and took him inside of her, moaning as she did.]

[It was like electricity. Every single inch of him was excited with anticipation, enhanced further by her every touch. There was a certain satisfaction in this position as he supported her weight, both of his arms tucked under her thighs to support her weight.

And once she guided him inside her, he buried his face in her neck as he tried to aid her in moving up and down around him. As he felt himself on the verge of releasing, his hands tightened and he moaned in pleasure.

It was very nearly perfect. If only he could really put his soul into it.]

[Her eyes squeezed tightly shut when she felt his face press into her neck and she swallowed hard, trying her best to bite back another moan. But as she began to move in an increasingly erratic rhythm, she couldn't keep quiet. She gasped loudly again and moved her hand away from their joined bodies to wrap back around his neck. Moved faster and faster, craving the friction caused as their bodies collided. Wanting to keep impaling herself on him until she finally reached that peak.

With all the touching and exploring from earlier, she was close. She was very, very close. All it would take was a little more. Just a little more.]

[He tries to keep himself going as long as possible as his breathing becomes faster and more desperate. But he's reached his limit. He moans as he finally releases inside of her. He pulls his head back as he tries to soak up every moment of pleasure in those fleeting seconds, trying to will them to last forever.

Of course, they don't, but he felt more alive than he had in months.]

[Just a little more. Eyes squeezed shut, she moves against him faster and faster, harder and hard. And then, then she's there. Seconds before he releases inside of her, her breath catches in her throat and she clamps her legs and arms tight around his body. She holds on - almost as if for dear life - as she comes, as her body shakes and she desperately clings to those fleeting moments of pleasure.

It's been so long since she's felt like this. Felt that sort of high that accompanies sex. How could she have forgotten? Even if Sokka isn't Peeta, isn't someone she loved, it had still been amazing.

Laughing, she tilts her head up to steal a kiss and places her feet back on the ground. And while she almost can't believe the words that follow - can't believe it's her saying them - she speaks without thinking.] We should do that again.

[Even as she pulled her weight off him, he didn't quite want to be parted yet. So while she was halfway through 'again', he stole another lingering kiss before pulling away. He was still catching his breath and panting, but he seemed contented. More than he did in a long time. There was a lingering sense that he had missed out on something more, but the euphoria of the moment made him unconcerned with that.

All the same, he wore a grin as he stretched out his tired arms.]

Hey, I'm up for it. Just uh. Gotta wait for the rest of me to be.

[It was a sad little joke, really, but he couldn't help himself.]

But maybe we should do inside somewhere next time.

[She was okay with that. With another lingering kiss that interrupted her words. A kiss that caused her to tangle hands in his hair as she happily deepened it, wanting these moments of closeness to last a little bit longer. Moments of being desired.

Yeah. They'd definitely have to do this again.

His joke got a surprised little laugh as she glanced down to the part of him that he had just referred to and blushed. Yeah, he had just... They had just... And she didn't feel horrible, didn't feel fast. If anything, she felt great.]

Actually make it to the observation tower? [She chuckled again and nodded.] Maybe when we hunt or fish, we could meet there. Or, uh, just meet there anyway.

I like all three options.

[He felt no shame. He wasn't sure if he could, but when he heard some movement in the grass, he became aware that it might be a good idea to get dressed. Even if it did turn out to be just a squirrel scrambling up a tree. He relaxes when he realizes they're not being watched, but it does prompt him to go looking for his pants.]

Plus, next time I won't have to do all the heavy lifting. I mean, not that you're heavy. You've quite light! I just mean, you know, a more horizontal position might be attempted next time.

[The sound of movement in the grass caused her to look around quickly, reaching for her top before even thinking of underwear. But when no one appeared, she rolled her eyes at her own reaction and reached instead for her panties.

As she dressed, she listened to him continue to speak. To backpedal in a way that made her laugh again.]

There are, um, other positions too. I read a book once, back when- [When Peeta had been here. When she had been so, so determined to please him, to make him as happy as he made her. She had no idea then that the information in the book might actually come in handy all these months later.] There's a lot you can do. More than I ever thought there was.

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