Water, Fan & Sword

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This story will contain spoilers from the ATLA 'The Promise' and 'The Search' comic series

Chapter I - Suki's View

She kicked that bag away and pulled another pillow across to rest her head against. Suki was going to make sure she was perfectly comfortable for this.

There was nothing but the sound of rustling leaves and the trickle from the stream outside. Only the hide that held the tent together sheltered her naked body from the full exposure of the rest of the world, not that it would have mattered, as far as Suki knew, there wasn't any sort of civilization for miles around.

She lay on her back, head sat up on the soft pile of cushions, staring down along her body. Bare as the day she was born, her knees risen and parted. Suki picked up her fingers from the messy bedding she lay on and trailed them up the outside of her right thigh. She took pride in her body, as the leader of the Kyoshi Warriors, the redhead represented her ancient band more than anyone. Her legs were toned to their absolute prime, deliciously smooth at the touch but more than capable of providing Suki with the force and endurance required in her service.

Her hand passed over to the inside of her thigh. Suki sucked at the cold, night air. She'd never known quite how to explain it, but that transition from the outside side of her leg to the inner always had the same effect. As if an invisible tripwire were crossed, when contact was made here, the first tingles of anticipation danced down her legs to ignite some flame deep within her. Her fingers soon followed the tingles, as their tips descended down her thigh. With each inch's advance, Suki's excitement grew more intense until the base of her thumb nestled against something far more coarse than it had been trailing over previously. Their color obscured in the dim light, a patch of auburn curls sat between Suki's legs, their roughness contrasted greatly against her otherwise silken body. She kept them tamed to a strip which crested her womanhood but the Kyoshi Warrior had never considered being as bare here as the rest of her body, she quite enjoyed having some fuzz and besides, Sokka had never given her any complaints.

As her fingertips followed her thumb, they passed beneath the curls and onto Suki's soft lips. The Kyoshi Warrior exhaled in short stutters, she gave a few testing draws along her crease with her middle finger before joining it with her index digit to orbit the hood at her apex. Whatever flame had been started by the sparks of excitement from before, it was beginning to roar from inside of the redhead. Her fingertips had become coated in her own moisture and her throat hummed as she stroked her needy slit. The pleasure penetrated each part of her body, like roots taking a hold in firm land, the arousal was in her veins and external petting soon became insufficient.

Suki pressed her middle finger against the soft, damp folds and entered herself. It elicited the first sound that could have been considered a moan from her lips, more a whimper than a scream but the redhead was sure that she'd be giving her lungs a thorough workout before tonight was through. She coursed that finger back and forth between her lips, going a little deeper each time before inviting a second digit to the plunge. With two fingers inside her, Suki began to toy at her tightness with more vigor. Pushing, stretching, moaning.

Countless thousands would have given anything to see the leader of the Kyoshi Warriors like this, but tonight she wasn't the attraction, she was the audience. Framed, in Suki's view, between her risen legs were two of the finest specimens the Southern Water Tribe had to offer but more importantly, two of the dearest people in Suki's life.

They stared at each other intently, he on his back with her knelt above, both as exposed as their audience. Suki felt near invisible, there was barely any space between her and them and yet they seemed so focused on each other that the redhead might as well not have been there. Suki preferred it that way though, she'd certainly trained her boyfriend well. Every now and then, she'd invite one of her trusted Warriors to her private quarters and play the observer as her man and her comrade had their ways with each other. It had taken a long time for him to learn to take action without guilt or awkwardness but now he was adept at shutting Suki out, to allow her to watch as if she truly wasn't in their presence, as they naturally would be, without interruption. The Kyoshi Warrior had worried about his partner for this night, whether this arrangement would prove too embarrassing for her, but it seemed that some of the assurance that Sokka exuded was being instilled with a fair amount of her own determination to give her the confidence that would see tonight through.

Suki saw as their chests rose and fell in harmony, both that same alluring tone of brown that she adored. The anticipation on them was palpable. Both their bodies clearly ached for this but they did nothing more than hold deep eye contact, making absolutely sure that their partner wanted this as much as they did themselves. No matter how great this urge, it wouldn't be worth ruining the precious link they had.

It was impossible for Suki to detect but somewhere in their deep focus on one another, consent had been communicated. His palms were rested on his partner's thighs, they began to stroke slowly with encouragement when the girl began to raise her body slightly. These first signs of purposeful motions sent shivers through Suki. Though she'd appreciated seeing them as they had been, she felt as though there was much of their held gaze which was lost in translation to those not immediately involved. She could never know either of them as they did each other, she could only know them as Suki and whatever it was they could express eye-to-eye was simply too personal for her to ever truly understand.

Once she had finished her slow rise, Sokka reached for the part of himself that the girl was hovering above. Suki bit on her lower lip as she watched him grip it. Her boyfriend rarely seemed to find himself on the right side of luck, the Universe (as he described it) was always out to get him and yet here the young warrior had seemed to have struck gold. It lay flat on his toned abdomen, the sheer weight of it beyond natural suspension while Sokka was on his back. It passed over his navel and then some and when he held it, he could just about reach his digits together the whole way around. Suki was transfixed on Sokka adjusting the length to stand straight, like a great, brown pillar being erected to be part of some grand construction. The Kyoshi Warrior took note that he was utterly hairless down there, as is customary of his tribe. Oh, how she absolutely loved that about him and his partner matched him in this, each inch of her perfectly smooth, Suki had never though that the Water Tribe girl would be the type for those sorts of things, custom or not. The redhead had to hold herself from laughing at the girl's shocked expression when Sokka tapped his shaft against her, she'd clearly underestimated just how much she'd needed to lift in order to get everything underneath and soon found herself scuttling a little more to make room.

The beautiful, brown girl was above it now, her breath shortening slightly as the tip nestled softly against her opening. Their attention remained undivided from each other as she reached down for him. Fingers met to align his manhood and with a nudge, her petals parted to accept him. From Suki's vantage point, it was impossible to tell when the exact moment of penetration occurred, but she concentrated on the girl's face when she sank ever so cautiously. Suki crossed her left arm over her chest. Her touch stung against her skin, the redhead was flushed and her hands were radiating the heat that had been stoking inside her. She clenched her rosy nipple between two fingers and rolled the rest of the mound in circles with her palm. The Kyoshi Warrior flexed with her other wrist to brush her channel deeper with her fingers. She felt so fortunate to bear witness to such a precious union, all that was beautiful and wrong with it only compounded her excitement. Suki's toes curled as she watched the girl drop with agonizing slowness.

There was a sudden gasp and the Water Tribe girl's back straightened out as the invading mass must have pressed against a particularly sensitive spot. She halted her descent and instead started to pulse delicately back and forth around that depth. With each tiny jolt, another faltering whimper escaped her lips. Sokka removed his hand from the base of his shaft and held to her hips once more, not to push her down further but to steady her, she seemed to shudder with every movement. Suki did her best to absorb each detail, how her mouth hung open as his shut tight, the slight flick of her nipples with each of her little jumps and the growing sounds she made that matched them.

Without warning, she screamed. One of those little jumps had been a bit more exuberant than she anticipated and she ended up breaching herself faster than planned, causing her to fall slightly forward. She held still, fingers clenched into Sokka's front, her whole top half heaving as she regained her breath. Their eye contact was broken and she stared straight down. The sudden volume sent chills through Suki, she'd cried out like that herself before but it took a lot more simply coupling and there was still so much left of her boyfriend remaining.

When the girl got her breath back she sought his gaze once more, looking up at him.

"Sokka."

"Katara."

Suki couldn't help but think that hearing them whisper each other's names so intimately was anything but sweet. These last few days had been hard on them both and it warmed her heart to see that they'd put their differences very much behind them.

Katara smiled at her brother's response, it was as simple as could be but it told her everything she needed to know. She straightened up above him once more, flicking her long, dark brown hair behind her and resting her hands above his on her thighs. She pressed on with her hips, Suki heard the waterbender coo as she dropped inch by inch, the redhead couldn't have imagined her friend was used to something of this scale, Sokka had done a lot of growing up since he set out from the South Pole.

Katara hummed loudly as she pushed her body down, then stopped, breathing in quick bursts. She jerked her hips from side to side, as if to budge something before pressing on and giving a troubled growl. Her fingers dug into Sokka's wrists, Suki saw the irritation in her expression as she tried to force herself without advance. Katara was at her limit, she wanted all that Sokka had to give but too much was simply too much. His girlfriend felt bad but couldn't stop herself from finding a little bit of pride in the fact that she had never personally come across that problem with the tribesman.

Sokka himself didn't look anything like disappointed, which helped Katara get over the frustration quickly enough. She pulled up slightly, exhaling as Sokka retreated from her breaking point and back into more habitable territory. The waterbender seemed to climb for an age, almost allowing her brother to leave her entirely before sinking upon him once more, quicker this time, knowing when and where to halt. Suki hastened her dancing fingers, the anticipation had become near unbearable but it only made the thrill of seeing them finally engage all the more worthwhile. The young Kyoshi islander pushed her hips up towards her hand as she stared at Katara engulfing her brother, doing her best to match the rhythm of the couple, trying to meet her closeness to them in sensation to her closeness to them in proximity.

Once the pace had been set, Sokka tightened his hands around Katara's hips. He held her body firmly, preventing her from moving, pulling when she pushed, pushing when she pulled. After a while she was stationary, which Suki didn't quite understand. They only looked to each other, nothing more, then Katara gave a slight nod and Sokka shifted. He moved his knees upwards and planted his feet flat to the ground. Sokka's hips rose towards Katara's and a moan eked from her, he seemed cautious not to push too deep but didn't withhold entirely, going just as far as she would accept.

Katara was a moaner, Suki noted duly. Sokka moved with only a little speed but the noises the waterbender made were long, loud and heady. The pitch of her cries soared when her lover surged upwards and trailed into a soft whine when he fell back to earth. He was beginning to sound as well, trembling little yelps that he was clearly trying subdue when he slid deep into Katara. Suki loved those noises, when she usually heard them, it meant that she was getting beneath his bravado. There were nights she had spent doing all she could to make him squeal.

The pair's gaze held, unfaltering, Suki had never known anything quite like it. It wasn't like the Sokka she knew to be nearly this reserved in sex, though Suki didn't feel she was quite as delicate as Katara. The Kyoshi Warrior tried to read their eyes but they were imperceivable, all she could tell was that they both found some degree of assurance in their shared stare, some sort of understanding with each other that only they held. The redhead knew that both of them had only their sibling to rely on for so many fearful years at the South Pole and that they were both strong for each other after their Mom passed away but whether those were the roots of their connection, or merely strengthened it, she couldn't tell. She knew that it was special though, something only Katara could ever share with Sokka, a part of him that she herself would never have access to. Suki didn't mind though, she understood and besides she could share plenty with him that Katara never would. Suki lay back into the pillows, stroking faster and harder, her fingers pressed and spread. The heat rising within her, a short moan pushed its way passed her lips and as it did, she closed her eyes.

To be continued...

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