Ipomoeas In His Sheath

by WaterLily95

Everyone else figured it out when his boomerang started smelling like moonflowers instead of hoarded seal jerky. AU. Slowburn Sokka/Yue *two-chapter update*

72. Conjugal Nights

A/N: Maybe skip this one if you're not a fan of smut. Happy Holidays :D

Chapter 72: Conjugal Nights

The bleating of the winds had picked up, conjured by the growling blizzard that was in the works. The play of the aurora dwindled, and moonlight receded as storm clouds stampeded through the sky. Here in their chambers, however, it was warm, their forms drenched in torchlight. Flames raged in the fireplaces, but the prowess of their heat paled in comparison to the young chieftess's gaze, scorching with conviction despite dormant nervousness.

"Nalligima… I'm not…expecting anything… okay?" Sokka whispered carefully, genuine panic rivaling the flush that took over him, "I-I don't want you to feel like—"

"I'm not sure why you're so torn over this," she inched towards him, gently reaching beside his fumbling form and locking the door for him, "Massages aren't wrong."

"M-Massages?"

"We give each other massages all the time. You even offered to give me one at the oasis."

"So…" rubbing the back of his neck, "That's what you were talking about?"

"What were you thinking I was talking about?"

Flushing further, "W-Well…you said…you said I… N-Nothing, never mind…"

She blinked at his nervousness, wearing an outward appearance of calm though harboring chaos, perhaps even uncertainty as she struggled to determine how exactly she was to go about this situation, drawing at the last minute from plays and books and the senior maids' cryptic conversations over the years. "I mean that you give good massages. You make me feel good as a woman. Appreciated and pampered." Folding her arms, "All I want from you is a massage."

Swallowing his embarrassment, "Yeah, okay! Of course!"

Raising her eyebrows, "What were you thinking I wanted?"

"Nothing, I wasn't thinking anything!"

"You sure?"

"Yes, yes! I'm very sure…."

"Well then." A spark of knowingness in her gaze as she said, "I want a different kind of massage than the usual."

Nodding, "What would you like?"

Breathless, "I want a full-body massage. Skin on skin. Can you do that for me?"

"Skin on skin?"

"Yes."

"A-Are you sure?"

"Can you do it?"

"Yeah, of course. If that's what you want… If you tell me what works for you, I'll…I'll do it."

Swallowing and nodding, a faint blush on her cheeks, "Yeah, that's…that's how that works…"

"Are you sure you'll be comfortable? You usually like to keep your robes on, so…."

"I'll be fine. Are you comfortable?"

"O-Of course. I just need a minute. I'll set up the ambiance real quick."

"That's not really necessary, you don't have to…" she trailed off thanks to the warm hand on her cheek.

"I want it to be special for you, that's all. Give me five minutes?"

She acquiesced, retreating to the bathroom to wash her face and calm her racing heart. She winced as she looked at her reflection, at the expression she was currently wearing. No wonder he was concerned; she was a nervous wreck.

"You're perfect…You're absolutely perfect…"

That look he had given her back at the Spirit Oasis— neither of them needed the experience to know what it meant. Neither of them needed to be spoonfed over what the next step in their relationship was, nor did they need to make explicit the sheer yearning that was simmering between them. The urgency of his touch, the passion of his lips, the assurance of his warmth…she was craving it all. Needs she sought to suppress had struck a chord in her all at once, rearing back with an intensity she didn't realize was possible, deepening her resolve for making this night a fruitful one.

"You two have gotten inseparably close, and he clearly wants a family with you. I can see it in his eyes."

But she knew Sokka wasn't going to budge now of all times. And with good reason, too.

"What that man feels for you is nothing short of devotion."

Which meant he was reasonably sensitized by the events in the South. A mere few days were never enough to heal deep wounds. He wouldn't even dream of succumbing to his pent-up feelings, much less initiate anything right now, and it made perfect sense; what didn't make sense was how Yue surprised herself with her own haste, with how determined she was in moving forward so quickly.

After what seemed like much longer than five minutes, she took a deep breath and briefly peeked out, taking note of how he had dimmed the room significantly. He had put up the screens over the fireplaces and left only a small torch intact in a far corner. Warding off the overwhelming darkness was a collection of small candles by the bedside table and by the mirror near the foot of the bed. Moonflowers were placed in small vases beside the candles, several petals additionally spread over the sheets. She smiled to herself; he always went above and beyond in arranging the setting.

She could hear the rustle of paper coming from the other end of the room; her gaze trailed over to the pelted couch near the window where he was seated, opening the presents they had received at the reception. He was currently trying to pry open a wrapped gift box, trying not to crush the generic candle sets, cologne and perfume sets, and wedding-themed snow globes he had set beside him on the pelts. He pulled out of the box a thick book, his face flushed by the title: Aatirak's Archives: Three Hundred Ways to Pleasure Your Lover.

He quickly set the book aside, then covered it up with a pillow before deciding against it. He frantically looked around, not noticing his wife's observation as he subsequently scrambled to pile the other gifts on top of the book so it wouldn't be noticeable. Yue couldn't help giggling at his awkwardness, stepping out as he fumbled to gather himself together, standing up, "You ready, nalligima?"

"I saw that, you know."

"I swear, I had no idea—!"

"I know that, Lord Righteousness, calm down," she teased, running her fingers over a few of the candle sets, "They're just typical Water Tribe wedding gifts."

"Yeah…"

"What's this one?" she reached for a wrapped box on the other end of the couch.

"We don't have to open that one if you don't want—"

"Not all of our gifts have been sex books, though," she pointed out, grinning at his flustered look before sieving through the wrapping paper. She opened the box that came into view, her eyes immediately softening.

"What is it?"

She pulled out a small, fur-embellished baby outfit dark purple in hue, indicating its unisex tribal nature. Ebbs of love and longing flowed through her heart, the sight of accompanying tiny mittens and socks making her ovaries sing.

"Oh…" He took the outfit to take a look, observation laced with softness before defensiveness flared through at the sight of an attached sticker: Made in the South Pole.

"It's from Chunta," she clarified, delving under the contents of the box and finding an entertainment pamphlet. She was amused to see that the cover— bearing the title, Lovers Spotlight: Karuna and Aukanek— had artwork of both her and Sokka in their disguised forms, wandering the Southern tundra as a shaman and a nun, their hands intertwined. A small handwritten note was attached to the back of the pamphlet: Here's to a lifetime of happiness. On behalf of your friends and fellow tribefolk.

"Sure, that rectifies everything," Sokka huffed, fighting off a rush of emotion as he stared at the baby outfit.

Sighing carefully, "Not everything about the trip was bad, you know… I mean…I had fun when we were out exploring—"

"Let's not talk about the South, okay? Please?"

"Yeah, okay…"

Placing the contents of the gifts aside, "So…you, uh…you ready?"

"Yeah, let me just…"

His gaze flew to the extensive hair ornaments stuck in her long locks, their stubborn nature not allowing them to budge even with her efforts, "You need help with that?"

She flushed at the rumble of his voice, nodding, and the next second, he walked up behind her and reached forward to ease the hairpieces out, letting her hair loose from its confines. He proceeded to help take off the rest of her jewelry, black ipomoea petals intertwined in her hair despite his diligent combing. She could feel his warm breath against the nape of her neck, her eyes closing. Warm hands settled on her shoulders from behind her. "You don't have to do it without your robes if you don't want to. Just because I feel comfortable around you half-naked doesn't mean you need to force yourself to be the same way. It's not a competition or anything."

"It's not that," she said with a flare of defensiveness, "I'm trying to do something here…" What the hell, Yue?

"Do what?"

"S-Stay relaxed." Letting out her breath at the soft patience in his voice, "I know a massage is more effective this way, and I've been wanting to try it."

"Okay, yeah, okay. Just making sure." He kissed her cheek. "Well, your bedspread awaits, Your Grace. I'm at your service!"

Gesturing to her overbearing cloak, "Help me out of this?"

"Yeah," and he slipped her cloak off of her, casting it on a rack nearby.

"And this," she gestured to her outer robe, taking subtle glances at his soft look, which only wavered as she increasingly allowed him permission to slip off the additional layers of her clothing. He pressed his lips together, looking to her for confirmation as he reached for her inner robe, and upon her patient nod, he proceeded to peel it off. With every discarded layer, her physique became more pronounced, and after one point, a tremble had taken over his fingers, his palms slowly working to remove her shirt. Hesitation fully kicked in when he reached her thick undershirt, his hands stopping at the ends of her shirt at her sides.

"K-Keep going," she said.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, go for it."

"You're nervous," frowning at her racing pulse that seemed to jut through her body, "You don't have to—"

"Just do it, I'm okay."

He pulled her undershirt over her head, her black lace breast bindings coming into view, easily housing the ample globes of her bosom, kept suppressed beneath the confines of overbearing robes. He turned away with a dark blush, "I'll, uh, get some oils if you—"

"Not tonight," and she surprised him by taking hold of his quivering fingers and leading them to the drawstrings of her underskirt. He tore at his lip as his fingers grazed the soft skin of her abdomen, dumbfounded as she guided his fingers to make them undo the knot of her skirt. The silks hit the floor, and her thighs and legs came into view, her lower body bare save for the black lace sarashi wraps that hugged her girdle and womanhood. A mere piece of fabric hiding her sacred depths from him.

Sokka trapped a squeak in his throat, turning away only to realize they were both still in front of a mirror. The reflection kept taunting him with the presence of the chieftess, the curves of her hips and the swell of her breasts, the alluring black lace concealing her intimates. His breath hitched in his throat as her palms rested on his shoulders, a curious finger tracing the bead of sweat at his temple.

"You feel hot?"

"I-It's okay, I—"

"Join the club."

His protests withered in his throat. He let her have her way with him, wordless, helpless as she worked to take off his ceremonial feathers, beads and robes and sweeping tunics with much more elegance than he could ever manage…and yet, she took more time, her embarrassment dormant. In spite of it, however, she knew she was desired; that spark of longing had lit him up again despite his attempts at concealing it. He nearly jumped when her hands slipped under his undershirt, her fingers traversing up his chest as she pulled the fabric over his head. By the time his upper body was made bare, he blurted out, "Let me, uh…" an anxious laugh, "You wouldn't want a sweaty masseur, so uh—"

"You smell fine."

It seemed like literal steam was leaving his mouth as he let out a ragged breath, trying to look everywhere but her, but the scent of moonflower and sandalwood lured him in, drawing his attention back to her in some way. "You wanna lay down?"

"I'm lazy." Holding her arms out, "Take me there."

Despite an amused smile, he held his breath the entire time, his arms snaking around her bare waist as he lifted her up with more gentleness than before. He set her on the bed, drawn in by the arm around his neck, the closeness of their bodies unleashing waves of heat. He turned away, retreating, "I-If you turn around, I can… I can get your back and shoulders first…"

She obeyed, casting him a look, "Ready?"

"Yeah…" He reached for a thin fur sheet and draped it over the lower half of her body, granting her some modesty to keep her comfortable. He then rubbed his hands together to create some friction, warming them before reaching forward and pressing into her shoulders. She closed her eyes, sinking into the soft sheets, murmuring her pleasure against the pillows. The shake in his touch persisted, she noticed, keeping an eye on his expression. He was looking away despite lavishing great attention on her muscles. He moved down a little, stopping just above her waist before skipping down to her calves, pulling up the fur sheet to cover her upper half as he subsequently dove into the knots in her ankles and feet. Yue smiled to herself, amused.

"What's on your mind?"

Shaking her head, "Just thinking of what to anticipate next."

"What to anticipate?"

"Yeah. I wanted to be the chieftess, and now I am. I wanted to be permanently rooted to the Moon Temple, and now I'm the high priestess. I had no expectations on marriage, yet here we are. What's next?"

He beamed, "Being an amazing chieftess. But before that, maybe take a few days to relax. Do the things you want. You always said you'll enjoy yourself once you do everything you needed to do. So tell me everything you've ever wanted to do. We'll make it happen."

"So like a vacation?"

"Yeah, exactly."

"So a honeymoon?"

Turning away again, his face reddening further, "It could just be a vacation if you want…"

"The first vacation after marriage is usually called a honeymoon…Isn't it?" She turned around and leaned back on her elbows, discarding the sheet draped over her, one leg folded upright.

He chewed bashfully on his bottom lip, averting his eyes, "Yeah…yeah, I suppose…" But he was still intent on service as he began moving up. He skipped back up to her shoulders, moving up the bed, and he began to stroke her shoulders. He slowly traversed down her sides until reaching her waist. Soft gasps left her lips, her gaze laced with layers of pleasure.

"I'm sure some jasmine oil can go a long way—"

"No, this is good…" grasping his hand, "Just stay with me."

Just stay with me. "Always." Overtaken by the instinct to please her, he continued with his strokes, thumbing away beads of sweat on her face and chin. "Does that feel good?"

A nod followed by a low sigh, her eyes closing. She pressed her lips together, hiding a soft gasp when she eventually felt his lips plant against her neck. Fingers that clutched the sheets wove their way into his hair, fiddling with his hair tie, and at that point, they both knew they were crossing into territory exceeding a massage. He would've hesitated again had it not been for the smile on her lips.

"You like this?"

"Mm…oh!" Her hand flew to her mouth to stop a shriek, but he brushed her hand aside.

"It's not really fun if we're quiet…"

A ragged breath answered him, followed by soft kisses to his jaw teasing his raw instincts and pulling him in. Her neck craned to better accommodate his descending mouth. His hands massaged her hips, fingers occasionally dancing over the meager cloth that separated her from him. His lips moved down from her neck to her collarbone, sucking the skin as his hands rubbed the back of her thighs…until a moan caused him to quickly pull away. His alarmed look dissipated, though, as she blinked up at him, a persistent hand wrapped around his shoulder, her face crimson.

"I-I, uh…" Turning away, trying to keep his breathing even, "I think I'll take the floor for tonight."

"W-Why do you say that?"

He blinked, reminded starkly of what had transpired earlier at the oasis, of the feelings that were rushing back to him. "...Good for the back…"

Her arm looped around his neck and pulled him back down until he was a mere few centimeters away from her lips. A concerned hand settled on his cheek, "The massage didn't help earlier?"

"It did…I-I just…"

"One more session?"

He shook his head, perhaps more vigorously than he intended, still not making eye contact as he sat up. "I want you to sleep comfortably."

Sensing his stiffness, she sat up from the sheets, pulling his rising form down to where he could sit comfortably.

"R-Really, take the bed for tonight. I'll…I…"

"It'll feel weird with you on the floor and me on the bed."

"I'll take the couch then…"

"By the window? During a blizzard?"

"We have plenty of pelts…"

Sighing, "Alright, was it something I did—?"

"No, no, baby, no—"

"Then?"

"I just…I thought maybe you'd want some space…"

"It's not as cold when you're with someone, right?"

Looking into her eyes, pressing his lips together as he kept getting drawn to the black lace that was close to him in proximity. When she caught him staring, he turned away, "I-I was just…it's not what you think, the fabric looks pretty neat, so…!"

She smiled knowingly, "You like it that much?"

"Uh…yeah, it's great…"

"Well good." Her hot breath tingled against his cheek, "I wore it just for you."

Fuck. He couldn't stop himself, bringing their lips together, the duo sputtering sweet moans of relief between haste kisses. Yue let herself be consumed by his passion, by the warmth of his hands as they cupped her face and kept her close to him. A few moments later, she pushed him against the sheets, a tiny smile swallowing his gasp. Like waves bending to the moon's magnetic will, he met the demands of her mouth, his fingers burrowing into the silks of her hair as they swept over him like silk curtains. His entire being pulsed, his ardor pouring into the way he smoothed the curves of her waist, the way he gave her hips a gentle but possessive squeeze, earning a giggle-like moan.

"S-Sorry, sorry," he panted, wide-eyed, snapping out of his daze, "I—"

"You're lucky I'm in love with you," she breathed, "Wouldn't look very good on the Gentleman's record if I wasn't consenting."

A breathless rasp cut short by a croon of longing as her hands settled on his abdomen, gently caressing his muscles. Her hardened nipples pressed against the thin layer of her wraps, sweat trickling into her bindings, the sight ripping a groan out of him. A distant voice in his head told him to be aware of the situation, but he was quickly unraveling from his meager efforts at keeping himself together with the heated wisps of her labored breath writing his name into his neck.

"Nalligima…"

She nuzzled against his neck, blowing away a moonflower petal that clung to his shoulder, more petals trapped between their desperate bodies. Her palms climbed up the expanse of his pectorals, a finger tracing the light spot on his chest. She could feel his pulse quicken, his breath hitch deep within his throat as a rush of adrenalin drove him to pin her against the sheets, earning a laugh of delight. They fumbled in instinct, wrestling with inexperience. Even so, they could cultivate the delectable heat locking them in a trance. His tongue teased the entrance of her lips in a bold daze— a move that left her surprised but nevertheless curious. Fire simmered in her womanhood, waves of heat drenching her skin as he played with her tongue. Uncertain but adventurous. Her legs wrapped around him, briefly pulling their intimates aflush. The gesture snapped reality into him, images of the South paralyzing his pleasure, "Yue, baby, it doesn't hurt, does it—?"

Her grip tightened around him in response, a breathless shake of her head following suit. She moaned as she felt his hard bulge press up against her, angling her lower body to where he was rubbing between her thighs and inching up to her sizzling core. They drank in mutual whines, feeling the onslaught of each other's primal secretions as she ground herself onto him, lost in little gasps. She moved as if trying to encapsulate him, coaxing his pelvis to gently buck forward and join her dance, eliciting a relieved cry.

"You like that?"

She blushed, mumbling against his mouth in the affirmative, moans left sandwiched between their sparring tongues. Her hands reached for his wrists, guiding his palms to her clothed breasts. He pulled apart and jerked his hands away before touching her, briefly searching her eyes, heat dripping from his already-anxious tone, "Are you sure?"

She bit her lip, nodding as she led his hands back to her breasts, "Just touch me."

A gulp and a nod, his hardness wedged between her legs as he obeyed, earning squeaks of pleasure. A mewl of sensitivity followed as he rubbed the clothed skin, his eyes glued to her face to watch her expression. An experimental squeeze made her squeal loudly.

"You want me to sto—?"

"No, no, I'm just…really sensitive there," came a moan, pleasure written on her features. "You can be a little more…mmnnn… you don't have to… be that gentle— ohh yess…" Her back arched as he cupped and squeezed her ample globes with a little more pressure. He found that his hand had a mind of its own as he tugged at the lace, and his passion got the best of him, resulting in an accidental tear in the fabric.

Abashed and mortified, "I'm so sorry, I-I'll have it replaced!"

"How smooth," she giggled, cutting off his anxiousness with another kiss.

"Kind of running on instinct here," he panted, nibbling at her bottom lip.

"Maybe we should crack open Aatirak's Archives," came a smirk. "Or we can always get Aang to smuggle in some porn. No big deal."

"Who told you about that?!" he spazzed.

"That's not important," came her knowing laugh as she grasped his hands and led them back to her upper bindings, "There's no time for research anyway."

Within moments, he was restlessly fiddling with her upper bindings. He struggled to untie the knot at her back, earning amused giggles as her hands joined his, trying to help him undo the remaining lace. She let the cloth slip, quickly bringing before him the glory of her full breasts, his La talisman resting between her luscious globes. He was particularly drawn to the dark speck of skin on her left breast that matched his complexion, complemented by his own light spot that mirrored hers. A mark of the universe's prophetic smirk. The Tui to his La.

"Spirits…"

She flushed at the attention, yet it was a unique kind of high to see his composure break, his facade of calm finally faltering. He let loose a desperate breath, answering her nervousness with a kiss on her forehead.

"You're beautiful," he whispered before his hands reached for her breasts again, each palm cupping a globe with increasing eagerness and gentleness. He mewled from the otherworldly softness as a series of moans left her, their effects sinking straight to his cock. His lips glided over her dark spot, planting a kiss before latching onto her left nipple, coaxing out more cries of pleasure as he suckled hungrily. She held him to her breast as he softly kneaded the other, engaged in fervent worship. Eventually he found a rhythm, alternating, kissing and sucking, lightly tugging the ends of her nipples with his teeth, lighting her nerve endings afire.

"Does it feel good—?"

"Y-Yes— ohh!"

He caught whiffs of her arousal, his hips encircled by the warmth of her grip, bursts of liquid heat releasing between her legs, now having stained his pants. She lilted back into reality with his hard heat pulling away for a moment, tucking back jolts of concern. He fumbled to strike a balance between pleasing her and not making her take steps further than what she was ready for. Clearly she found pleasure in this, and he wasn't going to take that away from her; hence he submitted himself to the sheets and invited her into his lap, his arms open. She fell into them, and an impatient hiss made her seek control of the reins; she straddled him, the heat of her core radiating through the thin fabric concealing her from him, pressing against the layers covering his arousal. She began to move against him, her fingers settled around his torso as she sought the friction she craved. He kept his hands back around her waist, groaning from the pleasure that sparked through him and rapidly overwhelmed him. He couldn't help moving his own hips as he stared at her— a literal goddess ensnaring his line of sight, her body moving in a hurried but sensual dance.

And the pleasure unfurling on her face was the incentive for him to keep brushing himself up against the wet heat of her core. It became overwhelming; she felt a tight coil in her lower belly— a strange pressure that only climbed with his gestures, with every graze of his cock between her legs. Her face contorted at the foreign sensations. Her toes curled, and her head swayed at the white-hot bursts of ecstasy.

"Ahh...aaahh! Haaaah…!"

He pulled her lips in for a wet kiss as she held onto him for dear life, trembling. Her white conch necklace flailed around his chest, eventually catching hold of the bouncing talisman. Their entangled necklaces drew them together; he buried himself between her breasts, letting his inhibitions loose for a sporadic interval as his hands planted themselves firmly on her hips. Her hair clung to his perspiring shoulders, long locks bathed in his sweat, the wild look in her eyes reaching for the stars.

"Let yourself go, baby," he rumbled, his coaxing whispers and gentle rubs on her back bringing her ashore to bliss. She screamed as she came, the most erotic of sounds jumbled into incoherent invocations to the Spirits. She tossed her head back and arched completely into his frame, squeezing her eyes shut and seeing blinding stars within. Every inch of her body hummed as powerful waves of heat vanquished her. He pressed his lips to her temple, wrapped his arms around her, and held her through her release, kissing away the sweat on her crimson face, but with the intensity of the climax still surging through her, with the sight of her immeasurable pleasure, the undulations of her body beneath the sheets, and the erotic moans…Sokka realized that he, too, had gone off the deep end. He was abashed to discover he was already spiraling toward an indescribable high. He wanted to stop his crescendo of pleasure that was roaring with full force. He wanted to hold back the heat surging through him but couldn't stop his cries, couldn't help the erratic rhythm of his body as it vibrated with pure need, that twitched uncontrollably to her ecstasy.

"Y-Yue— uunnghh!" he cried out, his climax catching him by utter surprise. His hips pushed into hers, his clothed cock pulsating wildly. Before he knew it, streams of come spurted forth in his pants. He shook through the foreign sensations, his release spurred on by her soft whimpers and the gentle rubs on his lower back. She basked in the haze of pleasure, holding his shaking form through his.

"Aaaghhh….mmmnnnn…." Sokka moaned, his face entirely red, racked with bliss and embarrassment, "Fuck, I'd wanted to—"

"It's okay," she kissed him— slow, languid, patient— cutting off his protests. She kissed his light spot, her fingers smoothing the back of his head. A soft rotation of her hips, meant to coax the rest of his release, brought a hiss out of him. "Sorry, sorry…!"

"You're fine," came his soft sigh, "Still a bit sensitive…"

She hummed in intrigue, peppering kisses on his face to soothe him. For a long while, they stayed cuddled, chasing each other's lips, sharing in their vulnerabilities. In the haze of the torchlight, he drank in her sleepy eyes. He pulled back from the warmth of her bosom— or at least he attempted to but found himself drawn back to her with their still-tangled necklaces. They chuckled, her hands working to untangle them.

He was taken aback by the extent to which his passion had manifested— love bites nestling atop perfect skin, sheens of his sweat and saliva glimmering on her lips and breasts. Her hair was tousled by the chaos of his fingers, long locks winding around her body. She marked her impact on him, too— the fire of her desire written in the delightful soreness of his lips, the crescent marks of her fingernails adorning his shoulders, the hickeys on his neck and chest.

And he was quick to discover his tension was raging once again between his legs, his clothed member firmly pressed against her lower belly, grabbing her interest. She moaned softly, but he unwound her legs from around him, all excitement frozen in time…because he did not leave now…he was not sure where his instincts would take him from here. After all, it had only been a few days since…

He closed his eyes, refusing to think further. He slowly let out a deep breath, withdrawing himself from their embrace. He gently tucked her against the sheets and placed a kiss on her temple before shifting to get up. Yue stopped him, grabbing his wrist, "Where are you going?"

"Nowhere," rubbing the back of his neck, "I was just…going to change out of this…maybe shower…"

Glancing at his soaked pants, "You want me to join you?"

His cock twitched with interest. "I think that would defeat the purpose," he mumbled, tempted to melt as she coaxed him back towards her. Her hand moved from his chest down to his abdomen, then down further. He yelped and jolted as she took the initiative to finally touch him, reigniting the fire in his manhood once she cupped his heat.

"Yue," came a moan.

Her hand disappeared inside the waistband of his pants. He groaned loudly, his subsequent whisper of her name disappearing into her shoulder. Squeaks and moans followed every careful swish of her hand over his veiny cock, which she slowly coaxed out of his pants, excitement fluttering in her breath as she took in the sight. She thumbed curiously at the remnants of his come dribbling from his tip, surprised to see another spurt rock his being. His remaining essence drenched her hand, stomach, and lower bindings, but he was still raging hard, stiff from the unbearable pressure.

"It looks like it hurts," came a concerned wisp of her breath.

He leaned against her shoulder to calm his heart rate, reaching for his discarded shirt nearby and wiping his essence off of her. "You don't have to do anything else if you don't want to. I can— uunnhhh…"

She let go of him long enough to loosen the drawstrings of his pants, watching him turn into a panting mess in a matter of seconds. She tugged at the hem, her haste tearing the wet fabric. He shook the cloth off without a care, a shared laugh disappearing between their lips.

"I guess we're even then," she breathed, tossing aside his loin cloth, thus discarding his last barrier and revealing him to her. He held himself to her mercy as she pushed him against the pillows, her hand finding its way back to his sticky member. He winced at the overwhelming pleasure as she began to stroke him. Uncertain but gentle, coaxing out spurts of pre-come from his tip. He groaned, fisting the sheets.

"Yue," he strained, unable to finish his thought as he bucked into her hand, persistent arms pulling her flush up against him. He sought refuge in the valley between her breasts, his moans vibrating through her.

"I hear men like this," she remarked, observing him turning into putty, "Does it feel good?"

He gasped at her gestures, nodding, instinct consuming all reason in his fogged mind as she continued to explore him. He whined as she withdrew her breast from his mouth and watched her kiss her way down his chest and abdomen. She felt his fingers weave into her hair as she traveled even lower, briefly looking up at him, the heady scent of musk filling her senses. He was flustered by the sight of her determined glance, the crimson of her cheeks, the tiny distance between her lips and his leaking phallus.

Fuck, his eyes nearly rolled into the back of his head as she kissed and stroked the tip, working her way up and down his shaft, beads of his seed and pre-come kissing the creases of her lips. Occasionally her fingers fondled his balls, slight squeezes making his hips jolt up and his voice rasp out his pleasure.

"If you keep…Yue, if…Yue, Yue, I…!"

"Just release, Sokka," she blushed, "It's okay…"

But he refused to become undone just yet, nearly driven insane; he hastily grasped her shoulders and pulled her off of him, tugging her back up, catching her in his arms before rolling on top of her. He delved into her neck, taking a moment to breathe and still the pleasure surging through him before attacking her figure with kisses. He licked and sucked at every inch of skin he could catch hold of with his mouth, reveling in every noise, every whimper that left her lips. He dove into the softness of her stomach like a madman, memorizing her curves as he bucked against her thigh. Gradually he positioned himself to where he was rubbing up against that sweet spot of hers again, stealing a sharp breath out of her. He rolled his hips in all the right ways, her nerve endings set delightfully afire, and she very quickly spiraled into an increasing pressure ready to unleash in her lower belly.

"Come for me," he whispered, and her hips were once again caught in a familiar dance, clear liquid flowing between her thighs, screams filling their chambers. Her feminine scents unlocked a primal drive within him. A possessive hand traversed up the back of her thigh and disappeared inside of her lower bindings, squeezing the cushion of her rear, his touch still soft but more unhinged, unrestrained. A needy squeal left her.

"T-Take them off," she commanded, gesturing to her lower bindings, but her words came out as a question instead. He brushed away the sweat on his upper lip, shaky fingers peeling off the last layer keeping them apart. He eventually discarded them and parted her legs, staring at her soaked womanhood as it came into view, radiating scorching heat.

"Like a rose opening up," the older tribesmen would whisper to new grooms down South hours before the wedding night, holding an actual rose in their hands to demonstrate. They would trace the ridges of every petal with utmost delicacy and care. As such, the young chieftain slowly sank a curious finger into her copious streams of arousal, gliding against her vulva. She gasped against the sheets as he explored the intimate territory, her singing moans directing his gestures. Upon traveling upward a bit, he reached a button-like area— the sweet spot that had brought her to bliss with the friction of his cock. The delicate area that was often the subject of his men's conversations during many late, lonely nights atop hunting canoes hundreds of miles away from their little igloos. This "pleasure pearl," as they'd coined the term, was the secret to a woman's ecstasy. He gently thumbed the area, titillated by the hitch of her breath, the groans and the glistening lubricants of her womanhood.

"Let me try something," he licked his lips, "I heard this feels really good."

A moan in the affirmative turned into a yelp as he gently ushered her legs further apart. She fumbled to keep herself quiet as he leaned into the space between her thighs. A soft, unabashed kiss to her clit, however, tarnished her resolve and ripped a scream out of her— that, too, muffled by her fist.

"What are you—aahhhhh—! Oh, oh Spirits, what are—uuuhhnnnnn!"

He grinned against her clit, giving her a brief reprieve as he moved down to the streams escaping her, approaching the folds of skin that guarded her sacred entrance. His ravenous kisses surprised her; he sank into the space, ravishing her, his tongue probing her folds and tasting her much to her shock and screeching pleasure. He was addicted to her womanly fragrance quicker than he would like to admit, and he could feel the struggle of her quivering legs as they held themselves back from wrapping around him, fearful of crushing him. He only responded with another smile, making it easier for her by hoisting her legs over his shoulders, fully immersed in her fruits. She shrieked in pleasure as his tongue drew against her intimate skin, lightly probing her entrance, his hands clamped on her rear to still her gyrating lower body.

"Aaahhgh…oooaagghh, oh fuck—ooohhhhhh!"

He continued to pepper more kisses, his mouth and chin drenched in her love fountains. Sharp, desperate tugs of his hair sent his moan vibrating through her nether regions, sent her lower body trembling. He panted against the tufts of white nether hair, his mouth traversing back up to the hood of her clit. He rubbed, sucked, gently pinched the skin, lost in the fragrant heat until the tugs against his hair got more frantic.

"Sokka, Sokka, move, I think—ooohhhhhh! Aughhn! Ohhh, fuck, move, I—!"

But a flick of his tongue against her pleasure bead made her lose all composure. She screamed again, racked with spasms as she squirted her pleasure against his mouth and face. He fought through the current, slowly and mercilessly writing, I love you, Yue with his tongue, which only induced more wet heat. She flailed through her orgasmic daze, her fingers unlatching from his locks as she fell against the sheets, riding out her bliss.

"You seemed to enjoy yourself, naasoga," he hummed, the rumble of his tone vibrating through her sensitive loins.

"...the hell…?" she spurted, moaning and undulating her body, fisting the sheets, "Innocent sack of moonpeaches, huh…?"

"We all hear things here and there," he continued to kiss the inside of her thighs, his diligent lapping of her juices only increasing her floods of desire, "I went on trips with all men. What did you expect they talked about?"

A hiss of sensitivity eventually drew him back, and as he withdrew his head from between her legs, his lips and chin still coated with her secretions, he flashed her a grand smirk that dripped with her juices and his infinite pride. She stared at his drenched face, embarrassed by her handiwork.

"I told you to move," she chased her breath. The rise and fall of her breasts and the beads of sweat slipping down to her areolas taunted his attention.

"What's the fun in that?" he grinned, the kiss that followed allowing them to taste each other. They were messes in all kinds of ways— jumbled hair and slipping perspiration, frantic heartbeats covered in sweaty flesh. She caught her breath and tugged him towards her, letting him worship her chest. She quickly found herself on top of him again, breathless at the sight of his fully risen manhood. Her core was slick and ready for him.

But he was overcome by caution. Fear. A persistent pang of worry rivaled his arousal. His kisses turned chaste, and he stilled. "Baby, wait."

She mumbled in confusion as he pulled back, his palms cupping her face. "I wanted you to have a good time," his breath still ragged. "I just need a shower and…I'll be fine. We don't have to…go any further if…"

"What's with you and showers?" she panted, hands inching back down to his hard, throbbing heat, rousing a groan out of him. "I want you."

"Yue—"

"I want you," another wave of kisses, "inside of me."

A shuddering, elongated moan before he forced himself to blurt out, "Yue, wait, please, love…" and he slowly inched his way up, pulling her up with him. He tried not to feel her delicious weight in his lap, tried not to succumb to her inviting nudity.

"Yue, I need to know," he brushed her curls away from her face, "Are you sure?"

Flustered, "You didn't ask me this when you were 'trying things' down there…!"

Crimson-faced, "W-Well yeah, but that wasn't as…!" Invasive. "This is different, and I need to know if you're really okay with this—"

"I was healed by a spirit," bringing his arms back around her waist, "What do you think?"

"Yes, but…It's only been a few days, nalligima," his voice cracked. "Are you sure you don't wanna wait? If you're not ready for this part…if you want more time, we don't have to do this right now. I don't want you doing this because I was being an idiot at the oasis—"

"You weren't being an idiot," she insisted, her inner fears tugging away at her heart.

"He envisions a family with you doesn't he? We'll see about that!"

And it had all rattled her, shook her to the core of her being, the foundation of all the hopes she had cultivated after admitting her feelings. She couldn't afford to wait any longer, couldn't dare to let anything be snatched away from them.

"Look, Sokka…I want this, too, I do. You don't truly realize what you have until you come close to losing it. And…back at the South, I thought I might never be able to wake up and see you again—"

"Hush," his trembling hand intertwined with hers.

"I haven't been able to sleep at night," she admitted. "I'm tired and terrified of waiting. I don't want to wait any longer. I don't want to lose what we have—"

"We're not losing anything," he promised. "We're always gonna be together."

"But I want to move forward without having to worry," she swallowed. "I know we're back here now but… Every moment down South… deep down, I was terrified... I can't describe it, I…"

"You think I wasn't terrified?" he wavered. "Seriously, being unarmed and telling an armed sexist to 'fight you if he calls himself a man' during an eclipse?"

"I'm sorry, I—"

"If anything happened to you…" he trailed off, shaking his head, "Let's not talk about the South. I just want you to know that I'm never putting you in any situation where you might be hurt, and if this isn't something you're ready for—"

"Sokka, I'm not in pain. I'm ready…"

"But it's only been…" he didn't finish, his hesitation obvious, "It'll be our first birthday together in a few hours. I don't want to look back on it and remember you doing this for me out of obligation or something. I shouldn't have been so forward at the oasis, and I'm sorry."

Exasperated, "But—"

"We're still having fun, right? If you want, we can just continue with this. Take it slow. That way, it won't be too intense, and… I-If you want, I…I can…" Blushing, "You liked it when I—"

"Sokka, I'm not forcing myself," she told him patiently. "And we don't have to slow things down. We can only if you feel like you need more time…"

He sighed, his eyes glazed, blips of desire swirling in his anxious gaze. "Yue, I want you. So much. I wanna be as close to you as I can be. I've dreamed of making love to you…"

"Then do it," came a soft shudder, "I know what I want, Sokka. I don't want you to purposely hold yourself back because you think that I don't really want this with you. If I didn't, why would I be here? Why would I let it come this far?" Frowning, "We wouldn't be having this conversation if we hadn't gone to the South at all, would we?"

"Well you wouldn't be so terrified if we hadn't gone down South, either," he pointed out softly.

"That doesn't mean I don't want to take this step with you anymore. Even if we hadn't gone to the South, I would've wanted this. There's a reason why I was so concerned about making sure people knew I have airbender blood in me." Turning away, her face seemingly on fire, "And just so you know, it takes a lot for an ovulating woman to willingly put herself in this position. I'm sure you can understand the consequences of that…"

His eyes widened, face beet red.

"I understand you were worried about the external wounds, and I know you don't want me to feel compelled into this right after that traumatic experience…but the truth is that I've wanted this with you before. The only difference is that now I want it more than ever. It was the fear that we'd never be a family that hurt me more than any of Pakku's weapons."

The fear that we'd never be a family.

"I thought maybe…now that we're away from all of that…we could…" Shaking her head, trailing off, "But it's fine. If you insist we need more time, then that's fine." Winding a sheet around herself, "Take the bed, it's warmer. I'll take your old room—"

He cut her off with a deep kiss, his hands flying around her shoulders, his fingers trembling as they held her in place so she wouldn't leave. He kissed her all over her face, all inhibitions flying away, glassy eyes shedding longing tears.

"Sokka…"

"I'm sorry, I…I didn't want to say or do anything because I just wanted you to heal," his forehead touched hers, "But I promise you. No one's taking anything away from us."

She drew his lips to hers, thrilled at the intensity with which he returned it. There was greater confidence in his touches, greater bursts of passion.

"Promise me you won't run off in the middle of the night," he shook between fierce kisses.

"I promise."

"Promise me you won't be reckless—"

"I promise, I promise—"

"Promise me you'll always be with me. Promise me you'll always keep me with you."

"Promise, promise, promise—mmh!" came her delighted moan as he tugged away the sheet wrapped around her and cupped a breast.

"Anytime you want me to stop—"

But his words were trampled by a whine of longing that severed his reservations, a gentle croon of his name that only increased the pace of his racing blood. She could feel his hunger roaring back in full force, his desperation grazing against her sarashis, his excitement poking against her lower belly.

"Spread your legs for me."

Goosebumps trailed across her skin as she obeyed, holding her breath as his fingers trailed back to her womanhood, this time teasing her entrance.

"Sokka, what—?"

"Patience, my chieftess," he whispered. "I need you wetter."

And he was answered with a moan as he slowly slipped a finger inside of her. He nearly came with the feeling of her velvety walls clamping down on him, with the ease at which she enveloped him easily into her soaked entrance. He gently pulled back, sucking his soaked finger clean.

"Y-You don't have to keep...if you don't want..." she panted, further embarrassed.

"I know what I want, naasoga," he whispered, pleased with the wave of red coloring her skin as his finger re-entered her, "You okay?"

She nodded, "M-Move."

Gradually he sheathed and unsheathed his finger, glued to her expression, and at her eventual command, he inserted another digit. She sighed at the stretch, bucking into his fingers, "Yes, yes, yes…"

With increased experimentation, she quickly found herself hurled towards another sexual peak. Her head swung from side to side against the pelts, agitated fingers clutching both ends of her pillow. Her toes curled, and her body shook, copious come running down her legs.

"I don't know if I can come again," she moaned, drenching the sheets, "Just do it…"

But the little grin on his face was intact, "I don't know, I think you still have it in you."

"It's a fucking ocean down there," she huffed at his laugh, "And I'm not begging, if that's what you're looking for."

"That's not my intention at all," he smiled, amused, "Your pride is my pride."

"Then?"

"I heard it's more comfortable with more lubrication. I just want to make sure it's as easy as possible for you."

Groaning at the throb in her womanhood and the unbelievable tenderness in his tone, "How are you so calm right now?"

"Oh, I'm barely holding on," came a strained chuckle, "No calm here whatsoever."

She winced at the incensed skin of his cock, which had taken on a near-purplish hue. She fiercely looped an arm around him, her other hand grasping his angry member, angling him with her heat. They swallowed collective moans.

"Are you sure you still—?"

"Yes, yes—"

"Okay, okay," he looked into her eyes, "I want you on top. Take me at your own pace."

She climbed into his lap, wasting very little time, mewling as his cock teased her folds.

"Ready?"

She nodded and took a deep breath before and sinking down, impaling herself onto his erection. She slowly began to ease him inside, gasping as he slid through her, the process made easy thanks to the tributaries flowing down her thighs. He clasped her hips and held back a loud moan, assaulted by waves of tight, wet heat. "Slow, slow, baby," he encouraged, his breath hitching in his throat, "You're doing great."

She continued to take him in, her slickness allowing for easier access than expected. When she managed to take about three-fourths of him, however, she paused and caught her breath, her face contorting from the stretch. Specks of blood began to trail down from her depths.

"Baby—?"

"Just a stretch," she soothed him, taking deep breaths, "I just need a minute."

He kissed away her sweat, remaining as still as he could, pulsing inside of her tight grip, but it was ultimately her move of pushing herself back up before plopping herself fully down onto him, coaxing him through her innermost barrier in a swift move. More blood trickled down, staining him and the sheets.

"Nalligima—!"

"I'm okay, I'm okay… It should get better…" She sank her face into his neck, panting for breath, feeling so full as he kissed her and held her and rubbed her back, remaining absolutely still. Her walls fluttered around him, clenching and unclenching yet still painfully tight around him. He took to calming her with little nibbles at her neck, seeking refuge in an engorged nipple to bring back her pleasure. As the minutes wore on, the pain dimmed. She slowly began to move her hips, the squelch of the lubrication inducing an embarrassed gasp out of her. He increased his pampering, a wandering finger splaying itself over her sensitive clit. She hissed, continuing to rotate her hips.

"You can move," she whispered.

"You sure?"

"Mm…you feel really good…"

A primal instinct roared in pride as he lifted her up gently, giving her a moment to gather herself before she tugged at his arm and sank back onto him with less resistance, groaning as he very slowly filled her to the hilt. The process went on with her giving little signals and him reading her expressions. And it arrived slowly but surely— the point where discomfort was completely replaced with pleasure. Cautious grunts melded into bursts of rapture. Before she knew it, Yue was tumbling into an unexpected high, unraveling in his arms, her toes curling again. Her face contorted in pure ecstasy over the friction, her bliss nearly making him come, but he held back his urge to release. He lost himself in the sensations of her intimate silks, pleased by the torrent of secretions and series of contractions comfortably snuggling his cock in her depths, clearing away the remnants of blood. It was as if they were made to fit each other so perfectly.

Yue collapsed on top of his chest, a moaning mess with her energy snatched away from her by her release. "M-Move, Sokka, please…"

He took initiative, then. His hips left the bed as he thrust upward into her, moans vibrating through the sudden bite at his shoulder. Her walls molded around him, her womanhood embracing his cock, refusing to let it go with every possessive clench. Her legs tightened around his ass. Her fingers clenched the muscles on his back as she sucked the skin at his neck, rejuvenated and titillated by the bursts of pre-come filling her, "Harder, nalligima…yes, yes…aahh!"

The squelches of their synthesis quickly filled the room. He still used great restraint but managed to achieve a faint rhythm, his thrusts soft yet deep. Every stroke of his cock inside of her made her loins bloom and lit his afire.

"A little more, a little more— oahhhh!"

"Yue, you feel amazing," he rasped, delighting in the friction. He was still gentle, though, unable to fully let loose. Yue forced herself to move away even if for a few seconds, her heart jolting at his needy whine. She positioned herself on her front, holding herself up with her elbows, and she turned around to face him, beckoning him with a look alone, her rear raised for his exclusive attention. He swallowed, overwhelmed by primal feelings as her desire for him continued to leak down her legs. He crawled forward, swallowing a grunt and zeroing in on her inviting ass.

"I can take it harder, Sokka," she moaned and clung to the sheets, "Let yourself go."

He grabbed her lower cheeks and parted them, swiftly entering her heat. They growled in unison, relieved, and he began to, indeed, let himself go. Little by little as he spilled more of his pre-come into her depths.

"H-Harder! Harder!"

Her moans grew louder with every thrust, every kneading squeeze of her rear. She writhed beneath him as he succumbed to instinct, nearly vibrating. It became harder for him to keep his breath, the sweet pressure in his lower body swirling, concentrating, bubbling in an ache for release. She saw herself becoming undone in the mirror before them, saw the composure on his face nearly nonexistent now as he buried his face in her lower cheeks, planting kisses. She squealed into the sheets, realizing moments later that she was pushing her ass into his hands, letting him have his way with her. Somewhere along the way, she felt his arm lift her up effortlessly, seating her onto his lap as he continued to thrust. His fingers tilted her face up, his lips sinking into her shoulders. She looked up into the mirror, taking a look at their intertwined nudity; her fingers were clutching his locks as she bounced on his lap, his cock burrowing inside of her with every delectable thrust, his gaze fixated on her, a stubborn hand rolling a nipple in his palm. She could see his hunger ripen and mature, feel him trail kisses down her back, nearly slurping at her skin. Her groans turned into muffled screams as he began to thrust determinedly at a particular angle.

"Yes, right there—uunngghhh!"

"You like that?"

"Yes—ohhh!"

By then, Yue fell off the deep end into another ferocious orgasm, squeezing his cock tauntingly. He kept up his thrusts albeit slowing down a little, prolonging her release as her walls fiercely clamped down on him. And before he was spent, he pulled out of her, both groaning at the loss of contact. She fell onto her stomach, bereft of energy, "Sokka—!"

Swallowing a desperate whine, he pushed her onto her back and tumbled into her eager arms, hitching her legs over his shoulders to fully expose her throbbing sex. He gently sheathed himself back inside of her, all of him filling her with utmost ease. Ripples of pure pleasure rocked their sensitive loins as they resumed their mating dance. She could feel the desperate throb of his member pulsing through her own being as he resumed his endeavors and hit areas she wasn't aware that she had. He groped and grabbed every inch of skin within reach of his lips. The bed creaked with each meeting of their hips, rattling their worlds in the best ways possible.

"Look at me," he panted, and her eyes fluttered open, locking with his. Desire, love, and yearning pooled in his sharp blue oceans. She cried out in bliss with another one of his thrusts, caught in nets of desperation and wild pleasure.

"Sokka, I can't come again, I—"

"Yes, you can, just one more," he kissed her wildly. Her hands traveled down his back, clutching his ass as he reached her deepest parts, hitting another glorious spot that brought out delighted shrieks. He kept up the pressure, reading the delight that climbed on her face.

"Yue," his breath hitched, his groans climbing, "I…I think I'm gonna…A-Are you close?"

She gasped and mewled in utter exhaustion, answering with a moan and a tremble of her rocking hips. Her legs tightened around him, insisting on taking everything he had to give.

"Come for me, baby."

And she did, her lips parting in a silent scream, the smells of sweat and sex dominating the room as she squirted her ecstasy against his cock, drenching him inside of her. "C-Come… come with me…"

White-hot pleasure blinded him next. He trapped his roar in her bosom and gave a deep final thrust, filling her womb with his seed, and she took it eagerly, her walls trapping him in. Little grunts left her mouth as she felt her insides coated with his essence. Sweat slipped down from his temples, his muffled screams reverberating through her breasts as he continued to rapidly thrust, encouraging every ambitious rope and spurt. Months-long sexual tension ebbed forth as he kept coming, much longer than before, her spent physique extracting more from him than he thought he was capable of giving. Minutes later, they collapsed onto each other. Her lips planted kisses on his forehead as he slowly came down from his high.

They basked in the reprieve for a long while, unsure of how much time had passed, whether they had or had not slipped in and out of sleep. Her legs felt like prune jelly by the time they unhooked themselves from around his shoulders. As for him, he stayed lodged inside of her, too tired to move, too entrenched in longing to separate himself from her as his cock twitched and released every now and then with a random clamp of her muscles. Both reveled in their intimacy, sharing gazes of adoration and devotion as their mouths unhurriedly rememorized each other's faces. Stray tears escaped every now and then, brushed away by warm lips and whispers eager for new beginnings.

"Inaamiya."

They blinked at their simultaneous, sleepy confessions before laughing, nuzzling their noses. "Iya inaami."