(I've already posted this on LJ, so I'm just reposting here)

Avatar Smut for the Soul
Not completely raunchy but some good old fashioned Avatar smut for the soul.

Don't own Avatar.

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They broke apart, exhausted as she smirked, rolled away from him and grabbed his hat playfully.
"If only Jet were here..." she began. He turned his head and looked at her with wide, 'you've got to be kidding me?' eyes.

He took it for granted that she talked... about a billion times more than he did. He took it for granted that sometimes her musings weren't as well thought out until after they'd both been through it together.

She plunked his hat on top of his face, and consoled him with her words, "don't worry... I'm sure he would have been impressed."

Plainly it was without much afterthought and he sunk his head lower and wondered how long he could hide out under his hat before she would bother him for more.

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"Your body is hot..." she said, resting her hands on his chest.

"Yours is cold" he replied as if it was some kind of defence.

"And for a Prince, I would have expected you to have been much more... experienced in the field of kissing."

"How would you know that?"
She pursed her lips, "A girl can always tell."

"You're not either." He looked her up and down. Half the time she was just infurating, half the time she was so sweet... so nuturing like his mother... he just wanted to crawl into her arms and stay there forever, and then... there were times like this where he would be furiously trying to rip her clothes off, to get over those urges fast enough to ensure the next time her brother was coming around the corner he wouldn't catch him red-handed.

The more she made observations about him and assumptions that made his face go a shade of angry scarlet when she was wrong, and an even deeper shade of scarlet when she was right, the more he wanted to press his lips against hers at least to just shut her up.

"I don't have to be. I'm not royalty." she said almost haughtily.

She would pay for that... and until he heard someone shouting "Hey, Angry Jerk? You out here?" and they had to scramble off each other, it was well worth it for both of them.

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"So I told that Angry Jerk to..."

"Hey genius. You're ruining the mood." She tapped him on the forehead a few times, before he looked at her with a dazed expression. Most likely from the pounding.

"What are you going to do with me?" He asked, trying to be manly but sounding almost frightened.

"You said if I saved you one more time, that I could do what I want with you. That you'd... what was it... 'give yourself over to me'..."

"But I didn't think It'd actually happen."

"Well buck up cowboy. Now I've come to collect." She sunk him down into the earth so he couldn't get away and pressed him down with the rest of her weight.

He didn't know whether he was supposed to be terrified of it, or enjoy it. But the terror passed very quickly.