playinginsand | [AU: Kaylee in Eden]

It's getting a little messy down there, huh? But Kaylee's not about to complain, because she's more or less riding him now, one hand lacing in his hair, the other exploring his chest, side, playing lightly on his hips before continuing elsewhere.

His breath hitches for every elsewhere she explores, hips rolled beneath her. Sokka lifts for as many kisses as he can get, breathless enough at times to just lie back, arch his back and watch. His hands have found her hips, curled there and run along her ribs to her breasts, distracting her there before continuing the circuit all over again.

Kaylee's now hard to distract, because she's ready and needy and really really enojying this. It's with a little reluctance she move the leg wedged between his so she's straddling his hips completely, and looks him in the eye as she contineus to work him up to somewhere like where she is.

It really doesn't take much work.

Doesn't mean it's not fun, though.

A second later, she's also straddling his hand.

Sokka would like to make sure she has fun, too.

Oh no worries about Kaylee not having fun.

She grins at him and kissing his again deeply, moving her hand just enough to let herself slide on to him, assuming her lets her.

Sokka is neither insane, nor stupid. She has no problem sliding.

She might have problems kissing, though - it's been years and he's breathless within seconds, gasping to keep from embarrassing himself and ruining it for her.

Just in case, his hand is still being straddled. It's just a tiny bit closer to her navel now.

That's fine. Kaylee can straddle two things at once, oh yes.

She can also slow for him, taking control of the rhythm and easing into a rock to let him focus on her.

Her back arches as she leans back, hands on his shoulders to keep him down.

He wouldn't dream of focusing on anything else. And once she lets him know where exactly she wants him, Sokka keeps his shoulders to the floor and lets his hips do most of the work.

And hers, too. His free hand is curled around the plane of a hip bone and he slides his palm from there to her ribs with the simple rhythm of her body.

She's really really enjoying this now, laughing and gasping by turns. And if occasionaly her eyes wander to the generator, well, that's just porn, isn't it?

Pretty much. And once Sokka's managed to notice it, he gets an idea.

"Thirty-- percent organic material, the rest is-- brick and steal an'-- little-- bit of copper I found-- around here-"

Some might call it cheating. Sokka calls it amazing.

"Cái búshì?"

Kaylee doesn't break stride - much. She does grind a little harder on him though.

"Where did you get the ganic?"

Best. Idea. Ever.

"Broken crates lying around," Sokka gasps, his hands gripping her hips now, but not enough to impede her movement at all. "Plus there's-- dirt and rocks, once you pull up some of the stones. Got the copper right out of the electrical wires, just stripped the plastic off."

Kaylee leans forward to get a betetr view, and stumbles, putting a hand out to steady herself against the floor. It makes her gasp when the unexpected movement changes the situation around his fingers.

And she laughs.

"That's just the best thing I ever heard," she says, and looks down at him. "You find the insulation better with wood?"

"Much," he replies, grinning terribly when she gasps, when the position shifts, and jerks his hips while he's got her gaze caught. "Vibration travels better."

He illustrates this with the vibration of other organic matter. Of course, 'vibration' is defined very, very loosely here.

"Since it's mostly wood, it doesn't even use up that much power itself - that much vibration, it powers itself just 'cause it's on."

Kaylee opens her mouth. Probably to say something more about vibration and organic or something else, but all that comes out is a low moan.

That becomes a slightly louder groan.

Then she's just gasping loudly, throwing her head back and riding him hard.

"An' it's connected to th'other-- machine by a-- a-- ah, spirits--"

Sokka follows her lead unconsciously, gasping and throwing his head back, feet braced on the floor to help lift his hips to reach hers, hard and fast.

The generator's still humming but it seems strangely off-beat now.

By spirits, huh?

The jokes in her mind, but not her mouth, because her mouth isn't about to do anything except close tightly over his she she leans down, and shudders against him.

His fingers are back in her hair, clenching tightly as his shoulders break from the floor to kiss her harder, groaning against her lips. The other hand is at her hips, helping or demanding or maybe a little bit of both until, finally, he bucks hard and shudders back against her.

In moments like these, just about everything is powered by spirits.

It's true.

Kaylee pushes back into him, and closes her eyes to let him finish, then kisses him immediately, hard and deep.

She otherwise doesn't move

He can live with that. And also with nearly suffocating just because he doesn't want to break the kiss.

Eventually, though, Sokka falls back against the floor, one arm around her waist, the other thrown over his head, panting hard and gasping harder, eyes on the ceiling.

And grinning.

"Hen hao a..."

Kaylee laughs, easing herself off him with a distinclty unsexy noise and then leans forward to lie on him again, hot sweaty and thoroughly pleased with herself.

"Been a while, huh?"

The noise doesn't need to be sexy for the entire experience to be. Besides, Sokka's too busy groaning with the move to really worry about it, other than to get his arm back around her waist once she's with him again.

He laughs at the question, flushed from it, from the answer, or just from exertion is unclear. "Oh, yeah... years. Not you, though, obviously, unless that's your version of 'rusty.'"

Kaylee blushes a little. From the flattery.

"I didn't mean it like that!" she protests. "And months, actually. Not so much years."

Sokka just laughs again and leans up to kiss her, grinning. "Hell, I don't care how you meant it, so long as-- I mean, if you're not laughing or pissed off at me by the end of it, I figure something must have gone right on my end."

The arm thrown over his head lifts and he uses those fingers to brush her hair back from her face, wanting to see her. "In that case, regular visits from you might actually kill me. So you know."

Kaylee grins and helps him push the damp hair away, tucking it behind her ear.

"Do people come here regular?" she asks, genuinely interested.

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