Disclaimer: I own nothing from Avatar Last Airbender, it's characters, or plot. Just this fic.

Takes place after Jet fights Zuko at the tea shop and gets arrested in Episode: City of Walls and Secrets

Pairings: Longshot and Smellerbee

Enjoy.

Restless in Ba Sing Se

Long after Jet was taken away by the Dai Li after his fight with Lee outside the tea shop, Smellerbee and Longshot walked out of the gathered crowd toward the lower district houses of the largest city in the Earth Kingdom of Ba Sing Se. Once Jet cooled down one night in prison, maybe he'd be calm enough to remember why the three Freedom Fighters came to this city in the first place.

Except it couldn't return to how it was before they came to the city, before they met Lee and his uncle at the train station, where Jet claimed he saw Lee's uncle "Firebend" his tea hot. Their leader had to at least see someone shoot fire from their hands before jumping to wild conclusions, for Spirit's sake!

Many of the street lights were lit brightly in the late hour, it was nearly midnight. The two Freedom Fighters made their way to one of the ostrich-horse stables where they would be sleeping for the night, which was behind another small house of stone and wood. The house owner had gladly given them use of his stables for the night provided they didn't spook the animals, which they promised they wouldn't.

The ostrich-horses grunted and clicked at Smellerbee and Longshot's slow and quiet entrance, but thankfully didn't seem threatened. While the feathered raptors went back to eating their hay feed, Smellerbee and Longshot dropped their supplies and weapons by one of the straw piles along with their extra armor and clothes.

No words were exchanged, even when Jet was arrested. None were needed, since both knew what the other was thinking. Their silence was their unspoken accord, that they knew things were going to be different without their leader.

Although it was an unsettling thought, they accepted it as what it was. Their leader couldn't bring himself to change his ways, and he paid the price for it, despite their protests.

"Jet's such an idiot. And a hypocrite."

Longshot stared back at Smellerbee, standing with her small arms folded and her face scrunched in a frown.

"Why did he have to go and start a fight after swearing he was going to try and change his ways? Didn't he learn after flooding that village that his obsession will only bring more pain?"

Longshot said nothing, letting his friend let out her pent-up feelings and frustrations. He only rarely talked at all, but no one understood him better than Smellerbee since the start of their friendship as Freedom Fighters.

"Lee and his uncle seemed like such nice people. What made Jet think they were Firebenders, just because Lee's uncle was drinking some hot tea? It makes no sense! Why did he have to throw away everything just to…"

Unable to hold it in, Smellerbee's eyes grew teary and had to bit her lip to keep back from openly sobbing at the helplessness of what happened. Part of her sadness was wondering if Jet ever left behind his vengeful vows, while the other half of her conscience demanded why she didn't even move to help him after the Dai Li took him away. Her shoulders shook as sobs wracked through her small frame.

Behind her, Longshot wrapped his arms around her, his chest to her back, with his chin resting on her head since he was almost a full head taller than the weapon master. Saying nothing, he conveyed his words into feelings he knew she would understand, as she always did.

It's alright. Please don't cry.

Grateful for Longshot's concern, Smeller quieted her sobs and patted the archer's arms. It was times like these, in her moments where her sharp exterior fell and revealed the girl behind the war paint, that Longshot was always there to help her in even the smallest matters.

"Thanks Longshot." She said with a smile.

Seeing the small girl better now, the silent archer ended his embrace and began removing his straw hat, tattered red scarf, boots and greaves before setting them in one corner of the stall under the open window. Smellerbee followed suit, removing her leather breastplate, dark skirt, leather knife belt and shoulder-armor plates. She kept her gloves on to keep her fingers warm.

Longshot laid back into a pile of straw, opening his arm in invitation. Smellerbee laid atop him, wrapping her arms around his neck while his encircled across her back. Smellerbee sighed pleasantly, feeling Longhot's warmth a welcome relief from the night's chill.

"Promise me you won't leave me, Longshot. I don't want to lose another friend over something stupid." When her companion didn't answer (to her knowledge; he almost never spoke, after all), she turned her head from his shoulder to stare at his docile, angular face. His eyes were a dark brown and had a large nose, reminding Smellerbee of a horse.

Longshot smiled, causing the young girl to blush, embarrassed. Don't worry, Bee. I'm not going anywhere.

Relieved by his words, Smellerbee hugged Longshot tightly. She didn't notice how her chest pressed against the archer's, or the effect it produced, until, too late for Longshot to do anything about it, it happened.

Something poked at Smellerbee's belly, drawing a startled gasp from the weapon master. Curious, she wiggled against it, drawing a muffled moan from her friend just after he tensed his body like a bow-string. She loosened her embrace and stared down at the bulge coming from Longshot's groin. Her face suddenly flushed crimson and, glancing up at the archer in question, was also just as embarrassed, looking away modestly while Smellerbee could only stare.

"D-did I…? And did you…? Does that mean…? Oh my." Between her half-finished questions, she kept pointing at either his groin, to herself, then back to him. If she wasn't already flushed with embarrassment, she would have fainted just then when her whole face and neck grew bright red.

Yet she made no move to get off Longshot's lap, leaving the young man growing more uncomfortable with his friend's position. Then she said something that nearly made his heart stop.

"Can I see it?"

Hardly daring to breathe, Longshot nodded slightly, staring at Smellerbee with wide, disbelieving eyes. Having permission, Smellerbee took Longshot's belt and untied it before pulling his pants down. Her hands were shaking so much she had to fumble with getting a better grip on his waistband. Once she managed to pull down Longshot's pants, the weapon master's eyes were drawn to the strange appendage standing straight up.

Slowly, with growing confidence, Smellerbee reached out with her hand and grasped Longshot's length lightly, marveling at the feel of it in her gloved hand. It was a strange amalgam of colors contrasting with his otherwise pale skin around his thighs.

That drew another thought to the young girl. "Umm, do you…I mean, can I…?" she asked, licking her lips.

At Longshot's confusion, Smellerbee just huffed, irritated, before her hands reached out and began pulling off the silent archer's top-robe, revealing his slim, toned upper body. While not as broad-shouldered as Jet or many other young men his age, the muscles he did have stood out in high definition with having almost no body fat due to drawing arrows and climbing trees.

Smellerbee wasted no time to remove her gloves and running her hands along her friend's pale, heated skin. His breaths came in deep pants as her palms glided up then down his chest and abdominals.

Her eyes drifted to the archer's arms, wrapped tightly in gauzes to hide the scars that served as his constant reminder what the Fire Nation did to him, what they took away. Smellerbee delicately unknotted the bindings and slipped them off, running her fingers up his bare arms and feeling the rough and smooth texture of his scar-riddled skin.

Longshot cut her train of thought when he put his hands on the back of Smellerbee's head, drawing her face toward his and kissing her full, pouting lips, lightly running his fingers through her bushy brown hair. Smellerbee hummed pleasantly as the feel of his lips on her own, feeling the pads of his thumbs rub her cheeks until the paint stripes were gone, leaving only a light blush of red under her almond-shaped eyes.

The weapon master separated their kiss, smiling at her friend. "Thanks Longshot. For everthing."

Longshot grinned, surprising the girl by flipping her over until her back was against the pile of straw with the quiet archer above her. Smellerbee gripped a handful of straw, inhaling its musty scent to calm her pounding heartbeat. Above her, Longshot asked with his suddenly expressive eyes for permission to continue.

Smellerbee nodded. "Go ahead."

Taking her approval, Longshot's expert hands went to Smellerbee's top and began unbuttoning the garment, patiently so not to rip it by accident. By the time the last button came undone, his friend was squirming on the pile of straw almost impatiently when he pulled the shirt off and tossed it behind him with his clothes, making the strangest but most addictive whines and throat noises.

Her breast strained against the white bindings secured around her chest, pushing against the thin fabric almost desperately. Although no more than a handful, her chest was firm and round that never failed to make Longshot wonder how anyone could mistake her for a boy. Maybe she shouldn't wear her leather breast plate anymore.

"Hurry up! Pleeaase hurry up!" she whined, wriggling her lower body against Longshot's with his hands holding down Smellerbee's arms above her head. A fire was building inside her belly, a heat that demanded to be fueled, stoked, to consume her. If she didn't quell the heat inside her, she was sure she'd go insane.

Longshot just grinned teasingly at her. Just be patient.

Knowing his friend wouldn't want any more delays, Longshot reached behind him for Smellerbee's knife belt, grasped her kukri knife and slipped the tip of the blade under the panting girl's breast bindings, cutting the fabric apart with ease and freeing her endowments. Like the rest of her skin, her breasts were tanned, round and pert with dusty-brown nipples that puckered in her arousal and desperate for attention.

Smellerbee cooed like a dove and pulled Lonshot down atop her to kiss him heatedly, snaking her tongue into his mouth with a lusty moan. She felt drunk on the euphoria of their illicit activity, yet she couldn't get enough. She wanted to kiss him more, touch him, smell him, and have him touch her in every place that was burning for contact. Her bare breasts smashed against Longshot's smooth and firm chest, and she trembled. It felt so good.

Throughout their make-out session, Smellerbee felt her trousers being pulled off from around her waist. She made no protests, even lifting her hips off the straw pile to assist Longshot in disrobing her. At finding no undergarments, the quiet archer raised a suggestive eyebrow after breaking their kiss.

Smellerbee blushed. "Stop looking at me like that. I can't stand panties and you know thaaaaaaat!"

Her last word came out as a drawn-out moan when Longshot ran his fingers along her uncovered sex, rubbing along the outside and teasingly poked a fingertip into her nether-lips before withdrawing. She was already wet and her slim legs were instinctively gripping his waist, trying to pull him into her heated core.

"I can't wait anymore." Smellerbee's voice was breathless, panting and flushed from the experience of it all. "Please, Longshot. I want…I need you. I need you so much." While one side of her was disgusted with how much she sounded like a whore, the other half of her just wanted more.

Sweating and breathless with excitement, Longshot kneeled between Smellerbee's spread legs and prodded her nether-lips with his erection, groaning at the wetness and the heat. Her toes kept wriggling in anticipation, eyes closed and waiting for that one feeling-

Smellerbee gasped in Longshot's mouth when the archer smashed his lips with hers the moment he shoved his length into his friend's waiting crevice, smothering her whimper of pain when he ripped her maidenhead. She felt her friend's hands come up her cheeks and wipe away some stray tears she didn't know were there, and smiled.

They both stayed still, accommodating to each other's presence while their kiss grew more heated. A trickle of something wet ran down her thighs, and she wondered if it was blood, her own juices, or both. Unconsciously, her womanhood spasmed and alternately gripped Longshot's length from the sudden intrusion, pumping more juices for better lubrication and adjusting to the silent archer's presence.

Another several minutes passed before Smellerbee groaned, her pain replacing with pleasure. Her body instinctively gripped Longshot's member again, drawing a lustful groan from the silent archer. She couldn't stop herself from openly moaning when she began to raise her hips into her friend, desperate for him to continue. It felt like liquid fire was running through her blood.

Drawing back his member, Longshot closed his eyes and hummed at the delicious sensation of Smellerbee's womanhood gripping his shaft. Eyes closed, the archer heard his friend hiss and moan from the friction. Then he slammed his length back inside her.

Smellerbee suddenly cried out, a mix between a moan and a squeal, as sparks of ecstasy rippled up and down her body, causing her toes to curl and grip handfuls of straw in her hands as Longshot repeated the gyrating motions. It felt like a mass of snakes were writhing in her stomach, squirming around madly.

"Ung! F-faster! Please!"

Longshot happily obliged Smellerbee's pleas, driving himself harder and faster into her womenhood while kissing her lips and groping her petit breasts, bringing the Freedom Fighters closer to that peak just out of reach.

Despite the maddening torturous pleasure she was feeling in their most intimate act, Smellerbee was growing impatient. She wanted to orgasm, yet at the rate Longshot was going, it still wasn't enough. Like she kept trying to climb a steep hill, only to keep slipping and not reach the top.

So she in turn rose to meet his thrusts.

Emboldened by Smellerbee's actions, Longshot drew what strength left in his reserves and practically pistoned in and out of his friend's sex, making a series of wet, smacking noises. It never occured to him just how exposed they were to any curious passersby that might wander near and see them, and truly he didn't care. He felt consumed by Smellerbee; her touch, her taste, her smell, the heat, and the oh-so-pleasant throat noises coming from her petit mouth, which he kissed hungrily, swallowing her moans.

Their kiss broke, and Longshot stared into Smellerbee's eyes. I'm close. How're you feeling?

Her eyes widening a slight fraction by such an embarrassing question, she looked away demurely. "I...ung...I don't...mnn..."

Apparently his friend was having trouble finishing her answers while he was still plunging himself inside her. He stopped for a moment, allowing Smellerbee a chance to catch her breath and answer him. She looked more than a little irritated when he stopped, but he waited expectantly for her reply, looking into her eyes for a while in silence.

Still, she couldn't bring herself to look him in the eyes. Her face was practically glowing from how red it became as she turned her head away, mumbling. "I...want you...to....finish...with me." Feeling too exposed, she feebly covered her face with her hands. "Please...give me more."

By the time they both reached their desired climaxes, long into the dark silent night, they held each other close for warmth.

Large blinking eyes of deep brown flickered open then closed, followed by a scratchy-voiced groan of discomfort. Smellerbee sat up and stretched her arms above her head with a loud a yawn, shivering intensly at the chill morning air after her blanket slid off her unclothed body. She hastely pulled the sheet back over her body and squired against her friend's suddenly very warm figure, shifting for a good laying position.

Longshot glanced down at Smellerbee with a grin. The weapon master girl had a sudden urge to either smack that smirk off his face or just settle with kissing him.

Naturally, she did both; a hard smack to the face before she kissed his lips, humming all the while.

Not the least bit perturbed about the stinging blow, Longshot still felt rather playfull. He quirked an eyebrow, still grinning, asking a question he knew only his friend next to him could answer.

Smellerbee felt her face flush crimson, and she wasted no time to bury her face in the crook of the silent archer's lean neck. "Don't ask me such stupid questions right now, geez!"

But Longshot wasn't taking "No" for an answer. He easily flipped Smellerbee onto her back with him poised above her, keeping himself up by his arms. The gaze he gave her demanded the same question's answer, and he wasn't letting her go until he got it.

Embarrassed, Smellerbee looked away, though Longshot heard her mumble, "I-it was...nice...and good."

Another quirk of the eyebrow, another question. A poke from something hard on her thigh revealed his growing excitement.

"NO!", Smellerbee squeeked, shoving at Longshot's chest. "I-I mean, I'm still sore from last night and- Shouldn't we be going after Jet today and see if he's been released from prison? Shouldn't we?!"

Longshot sighed, disappointed but accepting her excuse as a valid reason to halt any further intimate engagements. He stood up, their blanket sliding off his naked form as he pulled an equally bare Smellerbee onto her feet.

"Right." Smellerbee huffed, blushing deeply at being seen so exposed and vulnerable. She tried to cover her breasts and groin with her hands while reaching down for her clothes. "Let's get dressed and take off."

When she bent over to pick up her knife belt, she did so at the waist, displaying her womanhood oh-so-temptingly to the aroused archer. Longshot had to will himself to calm down and started slipping his clothes back on, though every few seconds his eyes would stray over back to Smellerbee as she dressed. His organ was throbbing like mad, a cannon ready to explode on itself if left alone.

The two Freedom Fighters left the stables and took to the streets on foot, scanning for any signs of a jail-house or of Jet himself.

Nearly an hour into their aimless search, Longshot drew up beside Smellerbee and asked a question with a curious gaze. Tonight?

Flushing a deep red once more, and a tad angery at herself for getting so easily worked up over his questions, Smellerbee shoved past him a few steps before looking back over her shoulder. Her face was aflame. "I'll think about it."

Longshot smiled, excited. Knowing his friend's choice of tact, she might very well have hinted, Definetely tonight.

Despite himself, Longshot's usually steady pace had a jovial skip to them. Smellerbee noticed, but didn't raise complaint. She just looked on ahead, a smirk tugging at the corners of her mouth.

Yes. Tonight would be better.

The End....

Or is it?

Author's notes:

Okay, I'll make this simple. Want another chapter? Leave a request in your reviews: Which pairings (Het pairing being preferable, please) or if you just want another chapter featuring our two Freedom Fighters getting hot n' steamy under the covers.

That's it. 'Till next time!