Sokka was breathing hard with anticipation. His hands were fumbling at the zip at the back of Suki's Christmas party-dress; a tight, dark, festive green, cashmere, haltered cocktail dress with black lace trims, tight on every part of her. Sokka was straining not to try to rip the thing off of her. The fishnets were the last straw; Sokka had told no one but Suki about his affinity for fishnets. Not even former lovers such as Yue Chander and one-nighters like Ty lee Sisko.
"This fucking zip won't-," he grunted off the end of his sentence and finally tugged down the zip, exposing Suki's medium-toned, slender back to the darkness of her bedroom. She finally realized that her own panting wasn't because of the tightness of the dress. Sokka's soft fingers brushed over her back lovingly. "Suki…" he breathed her name as the two entangled teenagers tugged one another down to the bed.
Suki reached for the back of her neck, unclasping the halter straps of her dress, eager to get it off. Sokka planted kisses on her chest, his hands helping her slide the rest of the dress down her body, revealing red, satin, matching underwear with white lace trims. Suki kicked the dress away across the room without a second thought, despite having saved up for weeks to buy it. She gave a brief moan, lifting one leg and holding her inner thigh to the outside of Sokka's leg. The warm hardness in his trousers got a little closer to her.
He grabbed under her knee, holding her leg up, his fingers brushing over the fishnet fabric. He knew if they didn't get intimate right now, he was going to explode. "Fuck, Suki …" he repeated her name, the kisses on her chest tracing up to the side of her neck. He heard her give a little gasp, and reminded himself that her weak spot was her neck. He pushed himself up from leaning over her and stood on his knees, shrugging off his black suit jacket.
Suki grasped his black tie and pulled him down on top of her, before using both hands to unknot it. She tossed it aside like the dress, before carelessly gripping his collar with both hands and splitting it open, popping off every single button on the white shirt. Hard, bare muscles showed darker inside the open shirt. She flattened her hand on them as he roughly tugged his shirt away, comforted by the fact that she was in control of the situation.
There was sometimes an awkwardness that came from Sokka not having been her first. She currently lived with her father and grandfather, having once lived with her mother and stepfather. Her stepfather hadn't known any boundaries, and at age twelve, had raped Suki, to be blunt and not go into detail, as she preferred. Anyway, Sokka had always made sure to let Suki control the situation; it helped her regain confidence in sexual situations, and made sure nothing happened that she was uncomfortable with. Sokka could deal with being a little bit submissive in the relationship for this reason. She'd only told him, and he forbade himself to tell anyone else. She was thankful for this.
Sokka peeled off his shoes with opposite toes, and kicked them aside, tugging his trousers and boxers off at once. He wrestled them off and leant naked, unabashed over Suki. He leant over a little more and put his lips to her neck again, causing her to throb against his bobbing member. Both struggled to maintain self-control. "Shit, Sokka…" She bit her lip and instructed him with nothing but those words. He knew she wanted him, and he didn't need much more than that to commence.
Sokka used his thumb to push the panties aside and pressed the end of him against her. He slid in slowly, one arm hooking behind her back and pulling her into him. She gasped out and bit her lip a little harder, one hand taking his muscular shoulder, the other grasping for his elbow, where his arm lay beneath the small of her back. He groaned blissfully as she melted into rhythm with him.
She moaned out happily, the corners of her mouth tugging upward, releasing her lip from the grip her teeth had held it in. Her fingers followed the muscles of his chest, and her eyes fell shut, her mind focusing on the ever-quickening pace of the foreign warmth inside her. For teenagers, they had a rather healthy relationship; she knew kids with dominance issues, kinks, etcetera in their sex lives. "Oh, god, Sokka." She whispered, her eyes opening, smiling at him from cloud nine.
Sokka wasn't very good at multitasking, but he managed to press tender kisses to her neck, his hard breathing making it difficult, but not impossible. Suki's hand went to the back of his head, entangling in his hair, that had been freed somewhere between the party, the car, and the bedroom. Her fingernails scratched against his scalp briefly before he rolled over, pulling her on top of him, his back on the bed. His muscles were beginning to ache for release.
Suki let go of him and put both hands on his chest, rolling herself back and forth on him, her chin tilted toward the ceiling and her mouth open, her hard breaths often giving way to gasps and moans of pleasure. Sokka's hands fell on her hips, and his face was the epitome of desire, his eyes loosely shut. The fishnets were just one more thing making it harder for him to keep from losing himself.
A few more minutes of mindless fucking passed before Suki grabbed him underneath the neck and tugged him into a sitting position, his face level with her collarbones. He instantly traced gentle fingers over her beautiful face, tilting his head up to suck her into passionate kisses, clutching her around the back, as close as anyone had ever come to being one person. Their tongues danced together and Suki felt a throb echo through her body. For a moment, she was unsure whether the release was his or hers, but within short seconds, the rest of the orgasm tore through her body and she clenched and arched her back, pulling her lips from his and tossing her head back, crying out in ecstasy.
Sokka clutched her tighter as her release washed over him, making it harder again for him to contain his own. His breathing quickened and he whispered out her name. "Suki." The word reverberated in his head. God, she was magnificent. She collapsed into him, forcing him back to the bed, breathing heavy, eyes falling shut. He seemed panicked at the fact that she'd forgotten completely about his release. The ache throbbed in his middle. "Agh, fuck, Suki!" he yelped in panic, unable to contain himself.
Suki stiffened as his climax exploded inside her. Her fingers clenched around the fabric of the duvet under Sokka and she immediately rolled off him. She would've thought it humorous; the ideas of spunk jumping up in the air and landing right back on Sokka; if she weren't more focused on sleep, the after-love fatigue taking her over. As it turned out, Sokka hadn't been quite done as she rolled off and the last remnants of his climax splattered over the front of her brand new satin Christmas panties. When she noticed this, she immediately sat up, the fatigue completely gone, replaced by some other emotion.
She was pissed.
Sokka leapt to his feet, with a little effort, as Suki shouted out angrily, running into the en-suite. She left the door open and tossed a brush out at him, narrowly missing his face. He grabbed his clothes and got dressed on the run, a half-erect member bobbing under his clothes and barefoot, he escaped and dove into his car and powered up the engine. Hopefully she would calm down by the next time they saw one another.
A/N: Okay, so I seriously debated doing this, but here you have it; the missing sex scenes and inappropriate bits of 'Life Is Like A Box Of Chocolates' in a companion piece I like to call 'Life Is Like A Love Song'. Don't ask where the name came from, I just liked it. Here's the scene Katara tells Zuko about in Chapter one of LILABOC (life is like a box of chocolates abbreviation). Hope you liked it! Next up is Aang/Toph lovin'!
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