Something fun, something simple, something there just for the sake of being there and it's all about not thinking and Sokka loves it.

And her, too, right at this moment, lifting his head to grin at her, trail kisses back to her throat while he lowers her a little - at least to make the angle a little more comfortable for the both of them, her legs more comfortable around his hips.

"Now the problem," he begins, and he hasn't stopped rocking against her, hands lacing under her backside to keep her up and stable, "is getting your clothes to stop being all inconvenient."