Deja Vu

"Sokka, you didn't."

Sokka didn't reply, he just grinned down at her. Suki twisted slightly from her position cradled in his arms, trying to get a better look at where they were walking. Sure enough, at the end of the traditional trail of candles the wedding party had lit for them was a blue tent.

"I can't believe you." Suki tried to keep her voice exasperated, but a laugh snuck in somehow.

"Aw c'mon, let me have my fun. Besides, it didn't work out how I wanted it to the first time."

"I'll say," Suki smiled, remembering how hot with embarassment her face had been when she'd bumped into Zuko that night years ago.

The tent was already lit from within; a soft yellow glow filtered through the walls. Sokka set his new wife down gently in front of it, and then turned. Holding out both his hands in a "wait here" gesture, he ducked through the flap.

She heard a rustling, a thumping, and a soft, "Ow!"

Then his voice floated out from inside the blue tent, so teasingly seductive it made her cover her mouth to stifle her laughter. "Okay, you can come in now."

Still smiling, Suki pulled aside the flap and slid in. The sight of Sokka was enough to render her temporarily speechless. Then she shook her head, grinning. "Sokka, have I ever told you how goofy you are?"

"Many times," Sokka replied, unfazed, moving the rose in his mouth from one side to the other with his tongue. "And yet you still wanted to marry me. Funny world, isn't it?" He was sprawled on his stomach, propped up on his elbows, with a row of candles providing the light and a spray of roses stuck to the ceiling of the tent somehow.

"So this is really what you were doing that night? Poor Zuko." Suki laughed, imagining the look on both Sokka and Zuko's faces.

"Poor Zuko?" Sokka looked offended. "What about me, left in a tent all alone after going though all that trouble and accidentally swallowing a flower?"

"Well, you aren't alone now." Suki scooted over to him and curled up against him, still smiling from equal parts amusement and happiness. Sokka put his arm over her and pulled her close, his blue eyes warm.

"You know," Suki said softly, "I can't kiss you with that rose in your mouth. I don't want to accidentally swallow a flower."

"Good thing it's just to set the mood." Sokka plucked the flower out of his mouth and tossed it aside. Then he leaned in to kiss her.

He only stopped long enough to blow out the candles.

A/N: Because Sokka can't just let the tent idea die after one use! ;) Review please, if you've made it this far.