Hers

Hers
By Gunwild

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For her own reasons, Suki didn’t want to sleep in one of the normal rooms in the Western Air Temple. No one understood why until Aang reminded them that the monks had called them ‘cells’ – they were, after all, not much more than tiny stone boxes.

So Sokka lent her his hands in turning one of the dirigible’s dust-tarpaulins into a tent, taking extra care to cut off the part with the Fire Nation emblem. He didn’t know that she saw him doing this, and how it made her feel. After all, it meant that he understood that she wasn’t okay yet, and might not be for awhile – though she wanted his help.

Sokka worried every second that she would tell him to give her space, or not talk, or butt out of the entire business, but it didn’t happen. Not when they sat together at dinner, not when they discussed the most frivolous things they could think about until late at night, and not even as they talked in front of the flap to her tent, long after everyone else had gone to sleep.

“Do you feel like coming inside?” she asked when he started looking like he didn’t know whether he should leave or not.

Sokka swallowed nervously while trying to talk. “Uhh-hwha-ha?”

“It’s cold out here. Besides, I’m still not ready to be alone again.”

“Oh. I getcha.” And he held the way open for her like a gentlemen, though she smiled just a bit, knowing about the ungentlemanly thoughts he must have been having. It didn’t bother her. One of the better things she’d held onto while locked up was the idea that someday she might still prove desirable to Sokka, who she did like very much. Suki dropped the coverings behind her, took a seat on her new bedroll and indicated for Sokka to do the same. He hesitated, but probably only because he knew that this was where she meant to sleep, and the two of them being together on it had to indicate… well, *something.*

But he sat, and after he kicked his legs out and looked fairly comfortable she rested her head on his shoulder and held his arm. It wouldn’t have been her choice to do this under these circumstances – dressed in rags, nails in bad condition, still owing him so much – but it became clearer every time she saw him that they certainly didn’t have forever.

With something like relieved disappointment – which made no sense, even to him – Sokka came to the conclusion that Suki was simply getting over her ordeal and wanted to hug him for a while, which he did in return, careful to stay sitting up and propping her on his side, supporting her. *I hope I don’t wimp out. This is already hurting my back. Must… be… manly…*

“You know, it really wasn’t that scary, prison.”

This didn’t seem to be a question, but he couldn’t say nothing. “No?” Wait, was that a question or an answer he’d just put out? He decided to let it hang and see what she made of it.

For a while she didn’t even seem like she was going to continue, her eyes closed as if searching for sleep. But then she said “It was more… boring. Sure there were the jailors and the other inmates, but that was only when I was out. Twenty hours a day was sitting in bed alone, trying to think about being someplace else and doing something different.” Suki began running her hand over one of his shoulders, at first just in a self-assuring gesture, but she didn’t stop it.
Though not quite sure why, Sokka was apprehensive. Certainly he liked it when Suki touched him, and he cared deeply about what she was saying. Still, he wondered what this was leading to, and of course that kind of curiosity was accompanied by a shaky stomach. “What’d you think about?”

“Mm.” She shrugged and sat up, but only slightly, so that her large eyes were level with his. “Doing this, mostly.”

It wasn’t a strong kiss she gave him, but it made Sokka fall over. Something about how intensely hot she felt when she pressed her body against his, the way she almost took the breath out of him with her own. There was a short span where he lay there and let it wash over him, stunned, but it didn’t last, because he kissed her back and gripped her hands, which squeezed his even harder. This felt like it should have happened months ago, like they were finally getting around to a piece of unfinished business. It might as well have been scheduled the last time they met.

“Finally,” Suki breathed, to that effect, and Sokka nodded, stroking her soft hair deeply so that his fingers brushed her scalp. She liked that, and whispered some indistinct noise in his ear to let him know. Suki was a little less gentle with him, because of her eagerness, but that isn’t to say she hurried. All that time isolated made her want to savor this, and she talked. “I want you to take off your shirt, okay?”

It was not as if he would say no. Pulling it off of his arms while the girl half-straddled him and watched approvingly gave him a kind of thrill Sokka’d never had before. She took it in both hands, felt it a little for some reason, and then threw it aside, keeping that eye contact. If he hadn’t seen how far her chest rose and fell as she moved he would have thought she was completely calm.

“You take off yours, too.”

Now Suki’s smile was wide as she reached for the rope at her waste and pulled the knot in his direction. “Help me?”

Sokka didn’t so much as nod; he took hold of the cords and untied them fast, knots being one of those things he was actually, practically good at. He started by just lifting her tunic from the bottom to expose her flat belly, which looked almost too thin to him. Kissing it better probably wasn’t a good substitute for feeding her, but he tried anyway; from where her mouth was hidden behind the fabric she giggled, and even more so when he tickled her just above the waist of her pants. There was no point in taking this too seriously. After all, he thought while peeking over her shirt to get a good view of her delighted, liquid eyes, they were such good friends.

The rest of her top came off with one fold over her head, but she left her arms stuck in it so that her chest was thrust out. Although he looked immediately (of course) at her exposed breasts, he kissed her before ever touching them. When he did, it was gently, like he didn’t know if he was supposed to.

“You can be firm,” she explained, still staring him straight in the eye. “I want you to be.”

The part of Sokka that had been nervous didn’t know if he wanted to be firm. But the other part, the one that knew Suki was tough, and would prefer if he didn’t act like she was made of glass, pushed her arms down, forcing her to drop her shirt and raise her chest even further. Her breasts weren’t big, but having to raise them up like this had started a pinkish blush above them, and their nipples were hard and bumpy. Suki’s face looked both ashamed and proud, and she’d shut her mouth to keep from breathing too hard and seeming too excited. This time Sokka was the one who smirked, placing two fingers at the head of each of her breasts and rubbing.

He didn’t have to tell her not to move her arms, that was simply understood. She stayed as frozen as possible while he wiped his fingers up and down over both of her nipples, though when he began pinching with short scissor motions of his fingers she did twitch a few times.

Sokka grabbed them and kneaded. It was so odd, how there could be such soft parts on a girl with such a hard body. When he squeezed them, he heard her intake breath and hold it, desperate not to pant. When he pressed them together her back arched still more, until she was quaking from the self-imposed strain. Lastly, as he lowered his head and went directly to sucking on one...

“Rhhh, Sokka…!”

Suki almost sounded upset with him, though her tightly shut eyes and gritted teeth suggested that she didn’t want him to stop at all. Even when he brushed the areola with his teeth, all he got from her was a turned head, combined with a low, stifled moan of longing.

It wouldn’t do to bite her in such a sensitive place, so instead he just pressed with his teeth, barely opening them. The hardened skin slid under them and Suki’s arms, holding her up from behind, wiggled visibly. As he nonchalantly flicked her other nipple with his fingernail, they gave out and she fell on her back, making a surprised yipping noise you would never expect from such a skilled warrior.

She was entirely off the blanket, with her nude back on the cold and uneven rock. As she sat up, the kneeling Sokka crossed his arms. Was this how people felt when they watched him make a fool of himself? Because he liked it. “You fell down.”

Suki tried to think of something clever to say, was too flustered, and instead went with, “I did.”

“Make it up to me.” She expected Sokka to make some kind of move, but he didn’t.

Almost by instinct, she bowed her head and said “What would you like me to do for you?” It was so strange. She’d never behaved this way to anyone but her teachers, not even in prison, but right now it was what she wanted. Her breasts were still exposed, now bearing the slightly sticky, cooling saliva where they’d been sucked on. She felt shy, but didn’t hide them.

“Think of something,” Sokka said with a tilted head. Any other time she’d have rolled her eyes at that kind of self-satisfied look. However, without even thinking she put herself on hands and knees in a crawling position, settled on her shoulders and started tugging on the front of her lover’s pants.

If she’d looked up, of course, Suki would have seen the stupidest, most elated expression on Sokka’s face she’d ever encountered. But luckily for him, she was completely focused – not on getting his pants off, but just on pulling them down a bit. There was a nice hard bulge pushing into the front that she was quite interested in. It slid around under her hand when she depressed it, then popped up as she got the front to come down.

Initially Sokka thought he had finally screwed up, because he seemed to poke her in the face as he came out of his underpants, but it turned out *she* was the one making it happen. Suki skimmed over the head of his penis with her full, barely-open lips, breathing out between them, then massaged the shaft with her cheek and forehead. He’d thought he was as hard as possible before, but he felt himself go lightheaded and his entire lower body become stiffer.

Suki raised her face to look at him while pulling the tie out of her hair, gave one short lick at the base of the head, then tenderly kissed the tip. He saw her brush a bit of that hair behind her ear, but instead of putting her face above his shaft she put it below, reaching out with her tongue to give an experimental lick to his scrotum. At the same time, one of her long-fingered hands clamped around the base of his penis.

Whether it was from grappling or holding fans or training with the sword he didn’t know, but Suki’s grip was *strong*. Probably stronger than his own. It didn’t just feel better than doing it himself when she started to jack him off, it *was* better. Somehow she could slither her grasp all the way up and down him while bending her wrist, but still not loosen up. If she’d been shaking him around a bit more from side to side he might have come, but the pressure stopped him from doing that. It was exquisite torture to feel this good and know that someone wasn’t going to let you feel better. He groaned while at the same time putting out a hand to stroke her hair again; her eyes darted up to him for scarcely a second, but her attention was first for her work, which she now continued by switching methods: Suki cupped her hand under his testes while taking him in her mouth. A smile was visible for just an instant as she opened her lips to accept more of him. He tried not to come, but it was going to happen.

“I’m… you’re going to make me…”

Now there was definitely devilry in her eyes while she started sucking harder and gave a tight squeeze of the hand. “Mm-hm.”

It hurt to have his balls handled while ejaculating, but in the best sort of way, like he was being wrung for all he was worth. It would be fair to say the young man came more than he ever had in his life, but the credit belonged to Suki: she doggedly held on and swallowed every shot as it came, enjoying the uncontrolled cries Sokka made and the sound of him banging a fist on the floor.

Some spilled out of her mouth, quite by accident, as she pulled her head back. Suki didn’t waste it, though; she used it as lubricant to hammer her fist up and down ever more, licking her lips at the sight of Sokka shaking and in the throes of post-climax lightheadedness. He was softening, but she didn’t stop her drum-beat of stimulation.

“Suki,” he mumbled, “I’m sorry, I don’t think I can do it again yet…”

Feeling quite powerful at the moment, she tucked one sticky finger inside her own pants, lowered them until they fell past her bottom, and then opened herself with two fingers. Being on display like that made her face heat up with an immodest blush. “Not even for this?”

It wasn’t an immediate turnaround, but Sokka ceased becoming flaccid. He licked his lips. “If you like, I can…”

“No,” she said in a chastising tone, wiping off the last of his semen just over her mound. “I want *that*…” she indicated his hardening prick “… in me.” Opening up her arms, she put herself above where he was now half-lying on the ground, like she had knocked him down and was moving in for a pin. “If you think you’re up to it.”

“I am,” he insisted, without even considering the possibility that he wasn’t. “I mean, of course I am – if you are.”

Suki could not stop herself from an honest half-smile. “Okay then… help me find you.” At first she put herself against him too flat, but lifted herself. It seemed he was going to rise to the occasion, after all, and he had to be the one to help her down onto his pelvis, not rushing her, but going at a firm pace she couldn’t have changed if she wanted to.

Oh, it hurt a bit, there was no escaping that. Nothing she’d ever done could properly prepare her for her first time with the real thing, the same as Sokka couldn’t have known quite what this would be like. But she’d removed her obstacle in ritual fashion years ago, and he was generous enough for a man his age. For a long time they just came to grips with their new connection, the ways it felt right and the ways it felt awkward, without even moving very much. It was Suki’s desire to make him happy that began the first stirrings, and it was not in Sokka’s nature to let this go unanswered. He could do little from his place being sat on, and knew how to do less, but he held onto her as she started to rock above him, and she embraced him back.

Suki soon found that the depth was much more than she’d expected. It was, in some ways, the best part. Every time that she forced herself to pull down with her thighs and accept a particularly deep thrust, her boy said her name – sometimes loud, sometimes quiet, always fervently. With their cheeks pressed together, she eventually spoke to him in a whisper to the ear between her hard breaths.

“I’m going to turn around and be on my knees, and I want you to keep going. And I don’t want you to stop until after you’re done, okay?”

His eyes were glazed, but he still had sense. “Shouldn’t I-“

“No, I want you to do it inside. I want it all…” she felt her shoulders shiver with the pleasure she already had, and the fear of more to come, “… in me. All of it.” She bit her lip, and then, straining not to cry out for some mad reason of pride, lifted her leg and rotated her hips, not letting Sokka fall from inside her.

He did her the favor of helping her into the hands-and-knees position, which kept her from looking at him but oddly felt just right for this. At first his movements were grinds, but soon he found that she gave louder yells when he drove himself inside of her. She had trouble, after all this work, with keeping her body up, especially when every plunge seeming to sap her of a little more strength. Taking initiative, Sokka extended one arm after the other and grabbed her wrists, then pulled. Suddenly he was holding her upper body from behind, with her back still bent and her arms under his total control. He would heave with his arms and shove with his hips until Suki felt as though more of her was being had than just her womanhood, like her whole body was getting fucked. Even as she felt a hot tingle at the base of her belly boil out of control, losing the cabacity for most rational thought, she knew that she would always remember how this felt.

She didn’t tell him with words what was happening, she just screamed, and when she tightened wildly, seizing in the back, he ground his teeth and peaked too, coming inside as deeply as possible and not caring what it meant, other than that right now he was with her and it was amazing. They could not go on after that, nor did they want to; they didn’t lie down, but fell over.

As their self-made warmth went away, Sokka and Suki wriggled their way under the blanket, with him holding her from behind while she gripped both of his hands in hers. A moment of quiet understanding passed between them while they panted, then faded as they caught their breath, but the knowledge of it was still there.

“Thank you,” they both said at almost the same time, then laughed. Neither felt scared right now, though Suki was almost sad. “You know I can’t stay with you for long. With your group, I mean.”

“Why?” Sokka asked, though as he did he thought that he already knew.

“My friends. My comerades. They’re… I don’t know where they are now. I do need to go to them. But… if you’ll let me, someday I’m going to need to come to you again. And then I won’t leave unless you want me to.”

He considered, then nuzzled the back of her neck. “I might never want you to, you know.”

Suki made a theatrical sigh for him, incapable of keeping the happiness from creeping into her voice. “I guess that’s something I’ll just have to live with.”

END

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(This was, naturally, done by request some days ago and needs proofing and reuploading. Anybody offering to go over it? As always, apologies to Messrs. DiMartino and Konietzko [Gunwild@mail2world.com])