markofthewise | Sokka the 79th

Over two months ago, Sokka died. His penalty was something incredibly intangible. It took from him his empathy, his ability to love, and so many other things. He didn't have a way of describing it, but he was empty. In truth, he wasn't sure he felt anything. There was nothing that truly touched him on the inside.

More than a week ago, Sokka left for a mission. A week and a half with the Depot where they instituted the kind of justice he could appreciate. He certainly felt no remorse when he shot a man for stealing water. When bandits attacked the depot, they rounded up most of them and then strung them up for their trouble. It was a simple morality and for a short while, things actually made sense. Not like the gray morality in Luceti, where people were stupid enough to think that sparing the lives of murderers and thieves meant anything.

And then he got his reward. Cashing in the bulk of mission points he'd accumulated for over a year, he was given what he really coveted the most. Power. And now he had it. As he walked into Luceti, he imagined that he could feel the difference. It was not quite so dramatic as what he had been given by the Rogue Malnosso, but he was content with the knowledge that he'd be keeping what he'd earned. There'd be no scientists taking it away from him this time.

It's mid-day when Sokka returns to town and he's still wearing the cowboy hat he took to the Depot with him. Maybe it doesn't exactly mesh with the Water Tribe clothes he's accustomed to, but he likes it. The hat makes him feel gritty and intimidating. He'll eventually get tired of hat hair, though. Just not today.

So today for his time spent back in Luceti, he heads home to greet whoever might be there. He checks in Foo Foo, the saber toothed moose lion he received from Christmas. It's getting quite big now, having reached the size of medium-sized dog. The tips of his antlers are even starting to become a bit more visible. Although the animal does seem quieter around Sokka, its at least obedient and follows him as he goes about Luceti. For today that includes the Smithy until evening, the Library for an hour, back at House 56 for dinner, and then out in the forest to try and teach Foo Foo to hunt.

The next morning, he makes sure that Okita Souji will meet him for their training session. Sokka is looking forward to seeing the results.

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A bed does sounds pretty nice. It's just, you know, maybe not your bed. Another bed, maybe. Somewhere else.

[It was one thing for Sharpe to run into him here. But he didn't want to run into Sharpe while in the middle of love making. It could potentially ruin what he has here and after the way Korra flipped out on him, he was finding himself short on people who liked him.]

[She frowned, studying him in confusion. That wasn't exactly a rejection. She just didn't know what exactly the response meant. He hadn't even seen her bed. It was certainly wide enough for two. And one of the more comfortable beds she had ever slept in.

And even if she did have roommates, there was a lock on her door. A lock that worked very well. Something she double, even triple, checked since Effie moved in.

She waved absently to the room. More specifically in the direction of her door.] If you're worried about being caught, there's no one home. And there's a lock on my bedroom door. It's the only way to keep Effie out.

I'm not worried. But uh. [Dammit. He needed an excuse.] It's a little intimate, doing it in our own beds, right? I mean, I like you, but I know that's not what you're looking for. And if we bring it in the home, then it's becoming something else. Right?

[No. He still wasn't making sense. Unless you loved someone, sex was just sex. A fun form of companionship that allowed for closeness without the messy entanglements of emotions. They had agreed it wouldn't be more than that. They liked each other and that was enough.

She shook her head.] We agreed that we're not going to fall in love. That we're just having fun as friends. Does it really matter where we do it then?

[She tilted her head a little, still watching him. If he wanted to end it, he would have said so earlier. Not suggest sex tomorrow and dinner the next day. Maybe he just needed a little incentive.

A second later, she stood and reached behind her to tug on the zipper a little.] I still need to get out of this dress. [Trying not to blush, she smiled at him.] I thought you could help.

[He hesitated because damn he knew what she was doing and that sounded great. The red in her cheeks was just as tempting as undoing the dress.

She had a lock on her door, though. And there was a window that he could use. And there was a lock and she wanted him to get her out of that dress.

Hell.]

... well, if you insist.

[A wide smile crossed her face. A victorious smile. Maybe he had just needed that reassurance. To hear aloud that doing this in her bed meant as much to her as doing this anywhere else had. That wasn't to say it didn't mean nothing. She was grateful for this agreement. For the closeness. More grateful than she could admit even to herself.

Standing on her toes, she walked towards him as if in some of those dreadful heels Effie tried to once make her wear. But it put a sway in her hips that she wouldn't have gotten otherwise. As she did, she tugged on the zipper just a little more. Jewels glimmered.] I insist.

[Sokka and Foo Foo exchanged looks. It was as if the small beast was trying to tell him that what he was doing was wrong and he needed to leave. Or, possibly, that he needed to go the bathroom. So Sokka waved a raised finger at Katniss to wait, so he could escort the Saber-Toothed Moose Lion outside. Then Sokka quickly trotted after her.]

You can um, go back to the swaying. I liked the swaying.

[Caught up in the moment, she had forgotten that Foo Foo was still even here. When Sokka raised his finger, she glanced at the animal and giggled to herself. She waved at Foo Foo as he left, careful to keep the sides of her dress from falling down too much. Keeping her arms against her side helped. And also helped with the swaying.]

Did you?

[But it's not so much of a question as an acknowledgement. She had seen the footage of her interview. She knew how well the dress fit her.

She took a few more steps closer too him, not stopping until she could wrap arms around his neck and lean in for a kiss.]

[He returned the kiss, but followed it with a look of mock admonishment.]

Now you're swaying in the wrong direction.

[But he obliged her by wrapping his arms around her waist.]

[She giggled at the comment and grinned at him, happy that he decided to go along with this. Why wait until tomorrow when they could have fun today? She stole another kiss and then swayed back and forth once in his arms on purpose.]

Is that better?

[Ha. He though tit had been fun to watch, it was even better to feel it up close.]

It's an improvement.

And this?

[She ran her hands down his chest, tugging on the belt of his tunic as she turned away. Even if it felt good to move against him, she didn't want to take the chance of being caught out in the living area. Especially by her little sister. So she began the slow walk back to her room, continuing that sway he had found so appealing. The dress glittered and accented her curves as she walked, reaching back to slowly pull down the zipper a little more to expose the skin beneath her wings.]

[He was about to share his own concerns about this happening in the living room, so he obliges her by following. He wears his anticipation in te form of a growing grin.]

A great improvement.

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