playinginsand | [AU: Kaylee in Eden]

"Shiny," is all she says.

Nodding once, and only a little awkward this time, Sokka stands and helps her up. It's not too hard, considering her hand is still in his. "They're upstairs," he says, pointing to the stairwell that used to have a door in front of it, blocking off the store bit from the apartment above. Sokka just found it easier to go tearing down the stairs if he didn't have to worry about slamming into a door.

"This is where I live - up on the roof - so I try to keep all the big stuff here, where I can get to it easy."

It doesn't even occur to Kaylee to drop his hand, using it to help herself stand and grinning at the perceived chivalry in a man helping a girl to stand up.

"That's a mighty fine idea," she says. "My bunk on

Serenity

's the other end from the engine room, so I spend a lot of nights sleeping with the motor."

Quiet for only a minute before his mouth gets ahead of his mind, Sokka has a hint of a smirk around his lips when he speaks. "...and that'd be why you asked me if I had sex down here?"

Oh, Kaylee, you naughty engineer, you.

Beat.

Then Kaylee squeals in laughter.

"Not like that!" she says, then adds, "though I do got whole other motors for that."

He grins when she laughs-- and then she gets him to crack up, a little pink in the cheeks but not shying away from the conversation anymore.

Or the contact.

"Listen," he says quietly as he leads the way to the stairs, "what I said before... I didn't mean... I mean, you're beautiful, obviously, and it's been a really long time since I was turned on that much just by looking at a generator..."

"Oh, I get turned on by lookin' at generators all the time..." Kaylee starts to explain. Then she stops walking.

"You really think I'm beautiful?"

"That much," Sokka repeats, but his grin shows that he's kidding.

A little.

She stops walking and Sokka can't go much further, with their hands still locked. Besides, the question stops him dead anyway and he has to spend the next few moments blinking at her.

"...you've got to know that... I mean, you do have mirrors on your ship, right?"

"Some o' the engine parts are kinda shiny," Kaylee allows. "An' there's more'n a few mirrors in the Amassador's shuttle, but I ain't exactly her."

He laughs at that, grinning at her, still a little dumbfounded by her reaction. "Well, hell, Kaylee, you don't need to look like someone else to be-- well, yeah, beautiful. You're not the first girl I've ever seen and I can still see it."

It's easier since he thought the same thing eight years ago, but he probably didn't need the help.

"Now I know you just ain't had a good roll for a long time," Kaylee remarks lightly.

He doesn't answer quite as quickly, giving her a halting, "--M-a-ybe." But the smile is genuine and the shrug is sheepish and he gives her hand a slight squeeze. "Doesn't mean I haven't seen people and... anyway, I wouldn't flatter you for sex. You offered before saying anything, I'm just trying to tell you why I'm... surprised about the offer."

Because she's beautiful and brilliant and has no idea who he is.

"Now, I was just asking," Kaylee protests. But she is flattered now and her smile shows it.

"I mean, it's not that I wouldn't offer, and if you wanna... it's been a mighty long time... not that you're a sight or anything..."

Flustered, she breaks off. "The offer's there."

He laughs, abrupt and surprised and honestly amused when she says he's not a sight, grinning at her. And it's that more than any wisdom on his part that stops him from asking her if she's sure she's going to leave.

Still holding her hand, Sokka gives it a small squeeze than a firmer tug to bring her closer, dips down to her height and kisses her before he can wimp out of it.

It's not demanding and passionate, though that's not entirely hidden either, just waiting in the wings for permission, some sort of signal. Or maybe they just need to hang out by the generator again. Either way, it's slow and sweet and-- pretty much sums up their encounter so far.

She's grinning by the time his lips touch hers, biting back another laugh. Her free hand wraps around his back to pull him close and she closes her eyes.

It's confident and gentle and affectionate, but Kaylee's doing this because it's fun - no hint of needing more depsite what she said. Completely enjoying the moment.

Pulled in is like permission, isn't it?

Releasing her hand to draw up her arm and around the back of her neck, Sokka exhales once, release, and then tilts his head to kiss her again, a little harder, a little deeper.

Just for fun.

That's why he's grinning between kisses anyway.

Too rutting right it's like permission.

And when Kaylee's hand is released, it curls around to find a butt cheek - and whatever she finds, she

likes

, because she hums in amusement and squeezes, pressing herslef against him.

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.

Kaylee did squeak. But that's OK, because it was a good squeak, surprised, and laughing and damn well having a good time. She has to stand on her toes to reach him anyway, so pushing her back causes her to stumbles just a little, grabbing on to his arms to stay up.

But she doesn't say anything. She can't - her mouth's full.

Sokka doesn't mind her mouth full - even if it makes grinning harder. He still makes a valiant effort!

He's bending for her, too, not wanting her to have to stretch too much. When she stumbles, his hands tighten on her hips to steady her, but once she's braced against the wall, palms rise to stroke against her ribs.

It's outside her clothing but the fifteen year old in him is squealing with absolute joy.

Braced against the wall is just shiny, now her ankles wrap around his and her hands are free to roam themselves, creeping around the waist where his shirt and panst leave access to warm skin - her nimble fingers explore and trace scars without a single hesitation.

And eveytime she breathes it's with a tiny squeak of pleasure.

After years of just Steph, who never really made noise with her Bat training, those tiny squeaks are met with tiny hitches of Sokka's breath.

Better aphrodisiac than any engine.

And since she's opened the door to skin-on-skin, his hands are carefully sliding beneath her shirt, smoothing over her skin from her belly, around her ribs, sliding up her back.

Ticklish, Kaylee squirms unneccessarily under his touch, writhing from something as simple as fingers on her ribs.

She gets over this by pulling him more firmly to her, one hand under his belt, the other firmly between his shoulder blades, well and truly under his shirt.

He laughs at her for squirming, meeting the writhes of her body with rocks of his, breathless as he drags his mouth from hers to kiss her neck, suck on the skin there. He doesn't wear a belt (and never quite got the point of boxers) but since his only answer to the hand at his shoulders is to roll them against her touch, Sokka certainly wouldn't be adverse to losing that part of his clothing.

And, not wanting to tickle her, his hands are in a similar spot a moment later, brushing the clasp of her bra.

Kaylee gasps against him, biting lightly ont he top of his head and hairline, before her hand are around to his shirt, pulling at it irritatingly. Her laughter doesn't subside much, except for the moans everytime his mouth hits somewhere sensitive.

And turned on right now, everywhere's sensitive.

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