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In which Sokka maybe actually succeeds (we hope)

Who: Sokka, Suki
What: CANOE RIDE
When: Night of the 13th
Where: The river!
Summary: Sokka and Suki go on a boat ride. SOKKA HAS A SECRET SURPRISE FOR HER. What could it be?
Rating: It may get into nsfw territory later :|a

[This was it. Sokka had been working up the nerve and going through all the preparations for this. The Big Day. Do or die. Either he rises or falls. He'd get to find out the answer to a question that would determine the REST OF HIS LIFE.

... preparing for Black Sun was easier than this.

Either way, he'd let him work crew know he was going to be off, blown off school, informed Katara and the others he would not be back for dinner (or at all that night) and practiced his lines in front of an utterly disinterested Hawky. And then on a slightly less apathetic Momo.

Sunset was still about an hour off and Sokka was waiting by the river with the black canoe, Maza. He had wisely chosen not to take the one named Yue. Although now he was realizing he hadn't taken consideration of the moon cycle. Crap! What if this was a Full Moon? How could he manage to do something like this if he was feeling guilty about Yue!? Ugh... he'll just have to do the deed during sunset, rather than down at the lake. To think, he's already bungling things up this early.

Well, there's nothing for it now. He told Suki to meet him by the river bank. It was just a matter of her showing up now.]

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[Ah, there we go! He takes the hairtie once it's free and uh, stuffs it in his pocket. Seems as good as place any. Once her hair falls, he lets his hand run through it, helping to ease it back to falling naturally. He really does like long hair like this, even if it tradition to keep hair up like that. So no kiss again, just yet. He's just going to keep his forehead against hers.]

I think I like your hair like this.

[She shifts just enough to give him a little nuzzle, another smile crossing her lips.]

You like long hair? The other girls prefer it, but mine's always been short... I've never tried to grow it out.

Well, I guess I never have either.

[Hmm, he plays with the bit of hair that was tied up before, getting it out of the bunch it's still in.]

But you look amazing either way. [In fact, he fondly remembers that ponytail she wore while doing security work at the secret Earth Kingdom ferries.]

I'd tell you flattery won't get you anywhere, but... [Well. It would be an obvious lie, of course.] I think I like it. You, on the other hand... [She tucks his hair back behind his head, looking thoughtful.] That tail still suits you better, I think.

[He ends up smirking as she puts the tail back up. Well he'd be hesitant to ever lose it, so he's certainly glad she likes it.]

It is kind of me, isn't it? [Heh. He's pleased, so she gets another peck on the lips. Now, where were they?]

[Maybe she prefers it because his jerk Avatar self liked it down. Well, whatever, he's right- they were busy. Kissing. Something she's more than happy to get back into, her hands toying with the newly-fixed wolf tail. This time it's her who deepens the kiss, experimenting with it a little.]

[This really is an amazing moment and he ends up putting as much energy into it in turn. A little subconsciously and maybe a bit intentionally, he's backing up towards the bed. It's a bit hard to do all of this standing up, after all.]

[With him moving like that, she has to move as well to keep up with him, and when his legs hit the edge of the bed, she... kind of doesn't notice, which means she's still moving forward. So, Sokka: do you stop her, or fall? Beds are cozier than standing up, but it also has certain implications...]

[Well it's not like there's a couch, is there? But his legs get caught on the edge of the bed and with her still moving, he ends up falling on his back, staring up at her. There's a momentary look of bewilderment as he realizes where this has landed them. Which means a momentary reprieve in passion, as he leaves the next move in her court. After all, she's the one on top right now.]

[~~SHE'LL ALWAYS BE ON TOP SOKKA~~ Suki is, for a long moment, just as stunned as he is; she has kind of a deer-in-headlights look to her, unsure of just where she wants to take this.

...Though at the moment the only thing that's changed is location, and... there's nothing wrong with it. If they start pushing each other too far, they can just stop. So after giving herself a moment to relax, she bends down and tries kissing at his neck again, shifting bit by bit towards his chest. Is this okay? Is this too much, or...?]

[Well... okay then. If she's not objecting, far be it for him to do the same. And frankly this is kind of an entirely new thing for the both of them. Beyond just these uh, new locations they've discovered, Sokka usually has his shirt on. He never did quite get fully dressed again, after all. That does seem to be a little bit unfair.

So he pulls away at the sleeve to expose one of her shoulders and plants a kiss there. At this point he's really not sure where the line is that they should draw. There's... well, there's no reason to stop here, right?]

[If it's any consolation to him, her chest wrap was just as soaked as the rest of her clothes, so it's currently hanging up instead of on her. Not that she's noticed, but he might.

She has noticed one thing, though- that she likes that his shirt is off. Kissing him is more fun when there's more to kiss, and she's gently - still a bit cautiously, but that's okay - exploring the contours of his chest and stomach. He's more muscular than he was back home, more filled out, and it feels like for the first time she's really seeing it. He really was waiting a long time for her.

It just makes her love him more.]

[That's what a tough job like smithing combined with daily training will do to you. ~~So take that Zuko.~~ It does, however, tickle him just a bit and he does his best not to ruin the moment with an ill timed laugh.

In the meantime, his hands have found his way around her waist, sliding underneath the shirt. The fact she took off her wraps should have occurred to him, but he's still rather banking on them being present. So one hand ends up tugging on the fabric, to give her the idea that maybe they ought not to be making out in a shirt they don't own.

... they should so so without it.]

[She certainly appreciates his hard work- and by that, she appreciates his body. Yes. Ahem. She feels his hands there but doesn't resist, instead focusing on kissing him more, going back to his neck to avoid tickling him again. She doesn't want to wreck the mood either, and Sokka's laugh is not exactly subtle. ~~or sexy~~]

[Well, no objections yet, right? So he starts tugging it off of her, from the back first. He just has to get her to cooperate with getting it over her head and arms. Though he'd probably have faltered if he knew what he was getting himself into.]

[Won't he be in for a pleasant surprise, then? Though when the shirt gets far enough to require some effort on her end, she pays just enough attention to it to realize that the way the fabric is brushing against her skin is... different.

Oh dear.]

Sokka, I'm not... I don't have anything underneath...

[... aaand that brings him to a halt and his hands drop beside him. He'd been so caught up in the moment, he hadn't even thought about it. He glances away sheepishly for a bit, turning red just a bit. He looks kind of like he got caught sampling dinner before it was ready.

But then... was this something that should be considered silly or not?]

I... right. Sorry. [He looks back into her eyes.] Do you want to stop? [It's fairly obvious that he'll keep going, take it to this next step. But he's not going to try and force her into something she doesn't want to.]

[She hesitates at that, gazing down at him in genuine surprise. "Do you want to stop"? For him to ask that, it must mean-]

You want to... keep going?

[After all their shyness about getting dressed, she hadn't expected... but they're both adults now, aren't they? So... this is something they can choose. There's no accusation or rejection in her voice, but she's still surprised, nonetheless.]

[He inevitably winces, just a bit, at her surprise. It's not unexpected and frankly better than what he could have hoped for. But then... she's not saying she wants to stop either. After all... they were promised to each other now. They weren't ever going to back out on that, so why back out on this? ]

If you want to. [He quickly realizes how unfair it is to put that all on her.] I mean, I want to. But, you know, only if you do too. We don't have to or anything. I'm just saying, we don't have to stop unless we think we should.

[Alas, he talks a lot when he doesn't know what to say.]

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[His rambling has one very important effect on her; she ducks her head and giggles, immediately feeling more relaxed, though she buries her face against his chest to try and muffle it as she settles down. Okay, so... he wants to. If she wants to. Does she?

Maybe it isn't something she ought to be overthinking. They're engaged now, and she's his. And... she wants to be his.

After a moment she lifts her head again, smiling down at him in a way she hopes is relaxing. Her laughter hadn't been intended to tease him, but it probably seemed like it was.]

It's okay. You can keep going.

[He feels like an idiot when she starts giggling and again is about to turn red. But he soon realizes she's not doing it to be mean. And well, he was being kind of silly.

... and she wants to keep going. This prompts him to sit up pulling himself out from underneath her just enough to sit. Because to him, this seems like this should be something handled a little more... intimately.]

... okay. Well if you're sure.

[A deep breath and then he'll slowly start to peel off her shirt again, a little more hesitantly and unsure, because now it's the only thing on his mind and oh man, what if she doesn't actually want to do this?]

[She has to take a deep breath as he does, mostly because even with how relaxed she is compared to her initial "oh gosh I'll be half-naked with him", this is still a pretty big step. And while she can't imagine regretting it later - she's not going to change her mind about marrying him - this moment is something she knows can't be done over. The first time is just... special like that. And she wants them both to enjoy it.

Steeling herself against her worries, she moves to try and help him with it, arms lifting as the shirt rises so he can get it over her head.]

[Okay then. He plucks it off and tosses it to the side, watching where it lands. This shouldn't be a big deal, right? Technically, this isn't anything he's seen before. A few accidents have happened in Luceti and he's got an eye full before. And Suki... well, he did see these before, even if it was from a rather unusual... angle.

But all of that just makes him feel guilty, so he pushes that aside. So he turns his head and... there it is. His girlfriend- no, betrothed, sitting across from him. And... yup. Breasts. She's got those too. And, well, they're nice. But there's really nothing he can say that wouldn't come out incredibly awkward, so he leans forward for a kiss instead.]

[He gets points for not automatically going for the aforementioned breasts, though she can't say she'd have blamed him if he had. Pleased and feeling better already, she returns the kiss with enthusiasm, arms shifting back to wind around his shoulders, body pressing against his.]

[Wow. They're... squishy. Well, he knew that already, but it's different with no barrier between them. He'll happily fall onto his back again, for now content at how close they actually are. It's something he's never felt before, because he can feel her warmth becoming his own. His own hands slink around her bare back, around her waist.]

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