"Because you might not have been."
There. She'd said it. She'd meant it.
Lin reluctantly let herself be coaxed onto her back.
Blue eyes stared earnestly down into hers, Kya settling over her. A wave of silver fell against Lin's mouth.
She blew the errant hair away with an exaggerated puff.
Bei Fongs don't back down, but they'll certainly dodge a sentimental scene if given half the chance.
"You say things like that," Kya began.
Here it comes.
"-makes me want to eat you all up."
Kya's teeth nipped at Lin's lower lip, mouth quickly moving down, over a collarbone, catching the faintest twitch in a well-toned stomach.
"Your innuendo, like your jokes-" Lin tangled her fingers in Kya's hair, pulling enough to bring Kya's eyes back to hers. "Is never particularly funny."
Kya shrugged, shook off Lin's grip, undeterred. "Less a joke . . ." she began, pausing when she found the ridge of Lin's hip bone. She bit and sucked until it stung, until it was guaranteed to mark.
Another twitch, stronger, and a hiss—although she'd never admit it, Lin quite liked these secret, angry little stains Kya left in her wake, so sweetly earned unlike the other bruises she generally bore.
"More," Kya continued, settling Lin's leg over her shoulder, settling herself between Lin's legs. "A fair warning."
The twitch turned into a contented quake when Kya's mouth met her.
Lin arched her back. She stretched her arms over her head, flexed her fingers against the headboard.
There was no rush to the finish, just the ebb and flow of pleasure, a teasing tide of sensation.
But this patience was practiced: Lin can remember a Kya barely past her teens telling her, "Don't be stupid. I wouldn't do it if I didn't like it," teasing her after—"Want to see why I like it so much?"-and kissing her with that messy, sticky mouth until she understood.
Water-bender magic. There was absolutely no other explanation for it in this world or the other.
Lin felt every nerve drawn to one singular point, swept up under Kya's commanding tongue.
Then shocking loss as Kya's mouth withdrew. Lin watched tan fingers tighten their grip on her hips, Kya's eyes suddenly watching her over the plane of her own stomach.
Lin nodded—permission, a plea.
Kya exhaled.
One breath directed at her center and Lin was drowning—she was sitting up, clutching at Kya's head and she was drowning.
"I'll have you know that I've gotten remarkably good at staying in one place."
Lin fell back, laughing.
"See. My jokes are funny."