A/N:
AU prompt challenge from Tumblr - Black Lagoon. Requested by Anonymous.
- Repose -
The cop in the front seat reached his arm around and held the lighter out through the metal screen. Sokka leaned forward in his seat and held the tip of the cigarette over the little flame. He took a long drag and breathed out, smoke searing his lungs until he was numb, relief washing over him as he leaned back and slouched in his seat.
"Hey," she said, voice as ragged she looked, hair a mess and clothes all but torn and stained, grime with blood.
He looked at her warily, "What's up?"
She sighed, resting her back against the seat, scrounging for a pack cigarettes in her pocket, "Let me ask you something, so there won't be any more trouble… which side do you want to be on?"
"Which side, huh?" he said as he took another long drag, lost in thought, the day slipping away as the sun set over the ocean just outside the window.
It all seemed like a blur to him now. His days were filled with as much excitement as there was danger. He never asked for any of it, never asked to get kidnapped or to get taken hostage, left for dead by his company. He was just another salaryman to them, a spare cog in a massive machine.
And so he did what he had to do - survive. Make the most of things and hammer out a life with criminals and scum in the tropical hellhole collectively called Roanapur. He chose his side without even realizing it - chose to be what he was now. Prove it to his new friends. There was no turning back.
He rolled the cigarette between his teeth, "… I'm right here where I'm sitting, Azula. I'm not anywhere else."
She gave him a hard, searing look, weighing his soul with her eyes. She sighed, relaxing a bit in her seat, head bobbing as the cop car rumbled its way over the rugged roads of the city.
"Sokka…" she groaned, running her fingers through her long messy hair, "… huh, whatever. Give me a light."
"What? The cop's got it in the front seat."
"The one in your mouth, genius."
He blinked, "Oh. yeah."
She rolled her eyes, "Just give it here."
Leaning forward, he held the cigarette between two fingers as he kept it in his mouth. Azula leaned in to meet him halfway. He kept his eyes trained on the burning paper and away from her opened shirt. The scent of tobacco filled his nostrils.
"What a fucked up day," she muttered between her teeth. He could see the bags under her eyes and the sweat glistening off her neck. She smelled like whiskey on the rocks and cordite from spent bullet casings.
"Yeah," he mumbled, the tip of his cigarette touching hers, slowly lighting it.
He lingered for a while, holding his cigarette to hers, and then the weight of his fatigue set in, losing focus on the now and wondering just how soft her skin would be pressed against his.
Her eyes met his for only moment, lonely and broken, "Shit… I'm so tired, Sokka."
Azula slowly pulled away, the lit cigarette hanging loosely from her mouth as she reclined back into her seat, sighing as a puff of smoke escaped her lungs, "Just want to go to sleep."
With a nod, he felt the same grogginess encroach on his battered body and leaned back against the leather to close his eyes, "Yeah. Hell of a day."
A/N:
Just a little scene. Though they are not an exact match for Rock and Revy, I believe this scene is Sokkla material.
Anyway, if you'd like read a story with some Zucest and Sokkla hijinx, check out PurplePlatypusBear21's story "Dishonored". If explicit lemons staring Ursa are your thing, then check out Clarielparke's story "Master and Servant".
Hope you enjoyed and I'll see you in the next installment.