Sokka did not squeak.

He did not, by any means, squeak.



Because he swallowed that sound down as fast as he damn well could.

But... if she's going to be like that...

Then there's no problem with, for the moment, as an experiment, where the constant is Kaylee and the factor is pressure, forgetting about good and sweet and honorable and just backing her up against a wall to kiss a little harder, a little more demanding, and with his hands on a little more hips.