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Crazy Little Thing Called Love

Rating: PG-13

Sukka Week, Day Two: Humiliation, alternately titled: Soundproof Tents Don't Exist

August 19, 2008

For the first time in the young Waterbender's life, she wished she was deaf–or just not in the general area, but she would never be that lucky. She wished she could un-hear what she had heard the night before, or erase her memory up until she started to hear the noises and hushed conversation. Either that, or she wished she could've gone back in time to yell at the people who were currently causing her more distress than she needed at that current point in time.

After spending most of the night tossing and turning on her bedroll due to events that had happened during the day that she'd rather not think about... the noises started. The giggling, the hushed whispers, and then... the moaning. She could put up with Suki's moaning since it was soft and she could pretend that it didn't exist, but if she had to hear her brother do that again in her lifetime she would jump off a cliff into an assortment of jagged rocks.

A while after the awkward noises stopped, Katara had the nerve to take a peek out of her own tent as she heard the rustling of another tent's flaps opening.

"Ssh," Suki whispered, backing out of the tent, her lips on Sokka's as he followed her. "I have to go back to my tent, Sokka."

"Don't go," Sokka whispered against her mouth, kissing her again. "Stay with me."

"As much as I would love to, I can't," she whispered back, giving him a sweet smile. "I promise I will soon, when we're not camping out in tents, all right?"

He nodded, taking that as a good enough answer, it seemed. Katara watched as Suki began to walk away, chancing a glance and a smile over her shoulder at Sokka as she watched, but stopping when seeing the expression on his face. She eyed him curiously, wondering what that look was for.

"I love you," he said clear into the night. When Katara heard the Kyoshi Warrior mirror his statement of sentiment, she decided that it would be a good time to stop watching out of respect. She already felt uncomfortable as it was, watching something so private, and hearing something even more private beforehand.

Shuddering, she tried to force herself to sleep.

When the sun rose, she found herself staring at the ceiling of her tent, a frown etched into her features. She had tried everything, any method possible, but she couldn't fall asleep.

Sighing for the millionth time (she assumed), Katara decided that she would just attempt to get through the day and possibly take a nap on Appa later (if Aang didn't mind). She got dressed, not bothering to do anything to her hair besides brushing a hand through it, and exited her tent. Now, she would start breakfast for everyone–her other way of apologizing for taking off with Zuko without much of an explanation other than spite and revenge.

While she cooked, one by one her comrades came from their tents. Aang was the first, as usual, but didn't make as much conversation with her as he normally would have while quietly eating an apple–she noted offhandedly that he had been more tired lately, blaming herself yet again, though–

"I barely got any sleep last night. I think an animal was dying somewhere or something, but it was–"

"Sokka."

"What? Sokka sounds like that when he sleeps?"

"He wasn't sleeping," Zuko grumbled as he came into earshot, looking tired, as well. Katara felt slightly better that she wasn't the only one plagued by her brother's love life.

Toph came out next, looking worse for wear. They all assumed she had been up for the same reasons they had been.

"Sleep with your feet on the ground last night?"

"For the first two minutes before I realized what was going on," the younger girl grumbled, holding out her hand for Katara to put food in it, which she did. "You people keep forgetting I can feel what goes on through the ground." She yawned loudly before popping a berry into her mouth. "I'm going to kill them both with my bare hands. My feet feel so violated."

"Now, let's not get drastic," Aang said, frowning. "What could they have been doing that would warrant them to make those noises–" The look Zuko gave him shut him up immediately.

"I need to school you in the ways of women, too, don't I?" Zuko rolled his eyes, giving him a wry grin. "Firebending lessons aren't enough?"

"Women? Why–oh. Oh. I'm going to stop talking, now," Aang coughed, mumbling, his face bright red as he took another bite of his apple. "I feel dumb."

"Good morning," Suki said, smiling at the group as she neared the food. Looking more than refreshed, despite her tattered clothing. She stopped walking as she noticed everyone's gazes on her, sizing her up as if she had committed a crime. "What?" she looked down at herself, then back up at them. "What'd I do?"

"More like who–"

"Toph!"

"Wait–" Suki stopped, gasping and covering her mouth, almost turning the shade of her prison clothes. "Oh no, you guys didn't hear, did you?" When their expressions didn't change, she groaned. "You did."

"Felt, heard, it's all the same," Toph responded, chuckling at the level of embarrassment Suki was on.

The older girl groaned, sitting down with a wince. "I am mortified," she mumbled, taking the plate from Katara. "I'm sorry."

"Well, it's not really you that we heard last night, it was more–"

"Oh man, I'm hungry! I felt like I haven't eaten for ages!" Sokka's voice reached the group before he came into view, shirtless and hair tousled.

"Speak of the devil," Toph muttered lowly, shaking her head.

"I'd imagine," Katara said sarcastically, responding to her brother while rolling her eyes.

"Good morning," he sing-songed as he sat next to his girlfriend, giving her a kiss on her blushing cheek. "How are you doing?" he asked in a different tone altogether, not noticing as her cheeks blazed an even brighter red–if possible.

She cleared her throat, her eyes darting to the others who were watching (or just trying not to watch) with interest.

"What?"

"Sokka, I hope you do know that tents aren't soundproof, right?"

"What does that–" he started to say, then froze, his eyes slowly moving to Suki. The look on her face was a dead giveaway. "They heard, didn't they?"

"Oh yeah."