Their romance was anything but romantic. It was more of a handful of smirks, stolen kisses, teasing comments and, of course, debilitating punches.
"Er… am I supposed to not have any feeling in my left leg?" Sokka was nursing an unresponsive leg and pouting over at Ty Lee who just gave him a cheeky grin and stuck her tongue out at him.
"Of course!" She giggled, "This is a spar, after all."
Sokka just sighed, giving up and leaning back on his elbows. "That's right. I guess I just forgot about your whole freaky limb-numbing-chii-punching-power."
Ty Lee gave him another melodic laugh and sat down next to him (gracefully, Sokka noted). She looked about the same as ever, he figured, though the Kabuki makeup of the Kyoshi warriors that she now wore was a bit off-putting to him.
Okay, that wasn't fair. It looked great on her, too good. Maybe, Sokka thought, groaning inwardly, he had a thing for girls in Kabuki makeup. Yes, the makeup was certainly to blame.
"How long are you all staying?" She asked, twirling a strand of hair around her finger absentmindedly.
"Just another night. Suki wishes we could stay longer." Oops; her name had slipped out and now he felt guilty. Damn it.
Ty Lee stood up abruptly. "I bet she wouldn't if she knew what we did last night, huh?" She tossed him a familiar smirk.
"Ty Lee we ca—"
"I know. Don't worry." He was too gentlemanly to keep this cheating—if you wanted to call it that—going. And she had grown to respect that in him.
So this time she just blew him a kiss and let him be. What was that old saying again?
Oh right; if you love someone, then you should let them go.
prompt was: alternate pairing.