t/w: Lemony.
CH 4 | Suki's Secret [Part 1]
Standing in the hallway outside the Yu Dao open gym could be downright terrifying on Fridays after hours. Today was no different, as the sharp clash of metal on metal echoed down the empty corridors. "Parry, parry, parry!" Suki cried at her opponent, rewarding him with a bop on the head when he did not, in fact, parry. Both she and Sokka were training with blunted dual broadswords, a natural extension of the fans she had taught him the year prior. Sokka backed up for a moment and leaned down on his knees, puffing and holding up a finger, requesting a minute to catch his breath.
"Oh, hell no." Suki replied with a tremendous leap and bringing a sword down over his head. He barely had time to block. It was difficult enough to go toe-to-toe with the Kyoshi Warrior veteran on any normal day. Though diminutive in size, she capitalized on her lithe, compacted form to deliver deadly speed and accuracy. Oftentimes her movements were so quick, Sokka would have sworn she was an airbender. Today was an especially challenging sparring session with her- she had the energy of 1,000 suns and clearly, a healthy dose of confidence as she had decided against a helmet and pads. The result was doubly devastating for Sokka- not only did the lack of protective gear add to her already dizzying speed, it also laid bare her deliciously trimmed, muscular body clad only in tight yoga pants and a sports bra. She had stabbed him many times today.
"Pull that arm in" she said, advancing on him again. Too distracted by her lips and her heavenly war face, Sokka earned another sharp WAP on his undisciplined arm. "I said pull it in!" Exhausted, Sokka found himself backed all the way against the wall next to the bleachers. He dropped the swords, panting in defeat. Suki held her training sword to his throat for emphasis, and then backed away. "I leave you to your own devices for three weeks, and you go all soft and mushy on me. Where's your stamina, boy?"
Sokka laughed and leaned over by the bleacher steps to retrieve his water bottle. He drank some, then paused for a moment before dumping the rest unceremoniously over his head. "Hey, what are you doing tomorrow night?" he asked, while Suki was still laughing. Her laugh stopped abruptly as she leaned over her gym back, oscillating between two answers. "Nothing. Why?" "My sister gets into the city tomorrow and we're all going to go down to the carnival. Come with me." Suki sighed and stood back up, shouldering her gym bag. "We can't do that. C'mon Sokka, we've been over this." But Sokka was grinning fiendishly as he slowly started to swagger towards her. "Remind me again?" he asked softly, his hands starting to encircle her waist. "Because we'll get caught. Because I'll lose my job. Because we could end up in a Fire Nation re-education camp for having an unprofessional relationship." Serious charges aside, she hadn't stepped away from his embrace. Instead she closed her eyes and breathed him in. She would never admit it to him, but she liked how he smelled when he was sweaty. "I'm not asking to make-out with you in front of the student body. I just thought we could "run into each other" and then casually ride the ferris wheel. And then make-out. And then maybe in some bushes..." He was kissing into the crook of her neck until the heat became too much. Their lips suddenly clashed feverishly and both warriors clawed at each other for purchase until Sokka stumbled back into the wall. Their tongues sparred and they drank in each other's breath. Before Suki could stop and reason, she was allowing him to roll her bra up and she had her hands under his shirt, delivering sloppy kisses to his stomach. Then suddenly she remembered where they were and backed away, eyes peering wildly around, hoping they hadn't been seen.
"Gahh! No, Sokka. No! I am a professor. I do not date students. We have to stop doing this, I'm sorry." Sokka stepped back and leaned on his knees again, equally as winded as when they were stabbing each other with swords. "Why? We're both adults. This is stupid. Listen, I know we can't be waving it around in people's faces because you have an image to maintain and everything. But what we're doing isn't wrong." Suki inwardly agreed, but also felt wracked with guilt. "Sokka, honestly...you could have your pick of young women at this college. I'm eight years older than you. I don't get it." Sokka's face softened. "You don't get it? It's because you don't even see yourself. You couldn't, because if you did you would know that when you spin into a blow your hair shines in fifty shades of reds and browns. You can disarm any opponent with your pinky finger, but the most disarming thing about you is the way your eyes crinkle up when you laugh. You would know that when you're thinking really hard you tuck your hair behind your ears and it makes my knees buckle."
Sokka stepped forward and "parried" her, moving their bodies under the bleachers. "You would know that I couldn't ever want anyone else."
Their lips met again, and the lovers resumed attacking each other's clothes until all their barriers were lifted. Sokka manipulated her flexible thighs so that they were flush with her elbows against the wall, her entire womanhood laid bare. "Unnng. I want you." she moaned. He placed his forehead against her own and they shared a series of soft, breathy kisses as he slid into her. They both moaned this time. "I want you too. I want only you, Suki." Their bodies were fluid, rising and falling slickly amongst their sweat and fevered juices. Sokka's breath began to tighten and he felt her hips bucking in her predictable rhythm, signaling she was approaching her end, and so they exploded together.
They stayed leaning and gasping, still pressed into each other's bodies.
"So, carnival. Yes?"
"Alright, then."