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Author's Note: How could I not participate in Sukka Week? Come on.

This one made me smile. I hope you enjoy it!

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Crazy Little Thing Called Love

Rating: PG-13

Sukka Week, Day Four: Duel

August 21, 2008

They sat on a bank of snow... or ice... Suki wasn't even sure anymore, to be honest. Her nose was numb, her toes were cold–it was just so cold, such a climate change from Kyoshi Island, so she didn't know what labels to place on those cold things that constantly plagued her. She knew labels for the warm things she possessed, though. Her bed, fur-lined coat, Sokka... Sokka in her bed, wrapped up in Sokka's arms in her coat before getting ready to get in her bed–the usual.

After finding nothing interesting to do, besides the normal everyday activities, they sat on a small ice wall, made with blocks of thickly packed snow frozen together over time by skillful waterbending.

Their topic of interest?

Sokka's grandparents, seemingly in a heated debate, something any passerby would never notice unless they really paid attention. As long as they didn't break out any weapons and duel one another, everyone was safe. Or, at least, Pakku shouldn't break out the waterbending and Gran Gran shouldn't break out... whatever... she could use to hit him over the head with repeatedly.

"I've never seen that look on her face before," Sokka commented, loving the scene more and more by the minute. If he had any fire flakes to snack on or jerky to eat, he would be absolutely content.

"She's trying to prove a point, can't you see it in her stance?" Suki questioned, lifting a gloved hand to point at Kana, then tilting it back and forth a couple times as if that was enough explanation for what she was trying to say. "He's probably done something to question her place, and she's fighting back. You have to see that's one of the places where you and Katara get it; your father, too."

"Maybe she's wrong and defending herself," he said offhandedly, waving a hand in dismissal.

"I said 'probably'. Just because she's a woman doesn't mean she's wrong, Sokka," Suki turned, glaring with a frown at her betrothed. "She's your grandmother! Show some respect."

"Fine, fine," he sighed. "Maybe he left his smelly boots in their bedroom and she's yelling at him about it, I don't know. Maybe he said some sexist comment, as I'm sure he would still have that lingering fault left, and she's pissed," he gestured to himself, then at her, with a frown to match her own, "Gee, I don't know."

"Aw," she nudged him gently with her elbow, her anger dissipated. "I'm sorry for jumping down your throat, but still. You can understand where I'm coming from, right?"

He nodded, scooting closer and leaning against her slightly. "Yeah, I can. I am man enough to admit that, yes, I can."

"Good."

Pause.

"I wonder what it was like when he came back to her after so many years," she said softly, remembering the story Sokka had told her one day when she asked the question. "If she had accepted him, married him after so long, even... she must have felt something before. You know, before she ran away to the South Pole."

"Maybe," he said softly, watching the two elders continue to huff and emphatically wave their arms at different times. "She didn't want to be tied down to someone she didn't know whether or not she loved. I think, by him coming to her, after all this time, and showing how much he does love her... I think that made the difference. Gran Gran needed someone to love, especially with us kids gone for so long with Aang, and he's perfect for her."

"Good point," she murmured, now leaning against him. The cold didn't matter so much when they were so close to one another. It did matter, though, when he laughed at her after she fell into the freezing water after going fishing.

"Did you just agree with me?"

"Don't push your luck," she joked, elbowing him. His parka padded the brunt of her hit, though he didn't hesitate to overdramatize his pain, to which she simply rolled her eyes.

"Do you think we'll be like that when we're older?" Suki asked after a period of silence, seeing that their fight had calmed down a bit, Kana reduced to jabbing Pakku in the chest with a frown; however, his arms were around her, and that was a good sign to her–she was letting him in, not shutting him out.

"Eh," he began, sucking on his lower lip as he looked at his grandparents, trying to envision himself and Suki in the distant future. "I don't know, really. I think we'll look a hell of a lot different, and you'd be taller and thinner than her–not saying that my Gran Gran isn't beautiful–because she is–it's just how I see it." He smiled down at his fiancée, mentally noting how much he loved the pink of her cheeks in the cold air. "What do you think?"

"Yeah, I think we'll look more like how you say," she smiled. She kissed him on the cheek at the endearing compliment towards his grandmother, "You are too cute, sometimes, I hope you know."

He chuckled, snaking a hand around her waist so he could bring her closer. So what if he was losing the feeling in his backside? He didn't care.

"I also think that we'll have a lot of grandchildren floating around, running and playing with their cousins, and their cousins' cousins," she mused softly, her gaze shifting from the older couple to the sky as she thought. "We'll have a good number of children, as will your sister and Aang, and then our children will have children–"

"How many children are we talking about, here? Seems like an awful lot if you ask me."

"I don't know, however many you want," she shrugged. "Or, rather, however many I can handle."

"Mmhmm," he murmured, nodding. "I can take that."

They cuddled for a while longer, now back to watching the couple who were well over their spat and onto more, well...

"I think we'll be like that, too. Over the hill and still completely in love," she swooned, leaning more into him than before, more in his lap than before.

He gave her a watery smile before shifting his eyes back and forth from her to his grandparents. "I agree with that like you have no idea, but can we get the hell out of here? I don't want to have to gouge my eyes out at the tender age of nineteen at the rate they're going."

Chuckling, she hopped off of the side of the wall, holding onto his hand, still–for reassurance that she wouldn't fall on her ass without him coming down with her (or, maybe, he would actually keep her up). "Deal." Glancing back at them, her eyes widened as she let out a low whistle. "They are going at it!"

"Shut up!" a chorus of 'la la la la la's' reached her ears and she laughed, tugging him off of the wall in one swift movement. After they had gotten a safe distance away, he glanced over at her and said, "Oh yeah, that's definitely going to be us in the future."