Independent
His lips worked against hers, her gentle touch against his aggressive moves. His body slammed against hers. She'd been wrong back in Ba Sing Se when comparing an attack move of hers as dancing with her victim of choice. It hadn't been anything like dancing. Now, where she stood right now, the way the two bodies molded and swerved with each other, now it was like dancing.
She'd have never met him if Azula hadn't sent her on that mission. He would've never met her if she hadn't demanded her presence and cured his deadly blow. Their outward personalities were polar opposites. Arrogant versus sugar-sweet. It was their inward personalities that meshed together perfectly, like two puzzle pieces. Revengeful.
Her hand rose up to grab fistfuls of his hair. His strong hands found her hips, slamming her even more so into his body. Their clothing was only un-needed friction between them. The veil of night was their ally. She had learned to hate the night, or anything associated with the moon. But now it was her savoir, hiding her from exile. His mouth detached itself from hers, running up her jaw line, then back down to her neck. His teeth nipped at her flesh. She fed each of his bites with a small gasp or yelp, and his arms wrapped around her even tighter.
That night in a dark, secluded place, two people found themselves in each other. The comparison of their soul was incredible, as if the two souls were…mates.
A/N: Basically a oneshot that eventually ties into my Jet Lee story Wounds of Time