playinginsand | [AU: Kaylee in Eden]

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.

Lucky for Sokka!

His hands slide out of her shirt just long enough to help pull his off, grinning and laughing at her before he's leaned in again, curling one hand around her neck to pull her in even as he presses back against the wall. And while it's been a while and his fingers aren't nearly so nimble about this as they used to be, it only takes him a couple of second to flick the clasp of her bra open.

Which is about when he realizes he should probably be trying to get her shirt off, too, pinching the cloth at her belly to give it a tug and grin at her.

When Sokka puches her in, Kaylee's legs wrap further around his, onw rising up to his waist to hold him to her. Meanwhile she chuckles and reaches behind her neck to undo the dungarees tied there, letting the front drop as she struggles out of her shirt, grabbing his back to steady her.

A hand slides to her hip to help her steady - if she's shaky, Sokka will be happy, but if she's falling over it ruins the mood a little. And since that particular hip is connected to the leg around his waist, he can run his hand down her thigh.

Whatever else he runs his hand down depends on whether or not Kaylee is wearing a skirt.

Sokka, meet Kaylee. It's possible you two aren't well acquainted yet.

Because she is most definitely not wearing a skirt. The shirt falling to the floor may be light, bright and colourful, but the rest of her outfit is practical, dirty, and mostly made of thick cotton.

With the top undone, her overalls gather in the space between them, as far it it can, because she's pulling him in tight between her legs, and kissing his beard and neck fiercely.

~~Well, she was wearing a dress when she boned Bender in Out of Gas!~~

There are buttons on the hips of her overalls, as Sokka discovers with his hand on her thigh, and those are getting undone while he tips his head back, letting her kiss wherever she likes-- well, other than where his necklace gets in the way. Once the overalls are as open as they're going to get without falling down between them, his plan had been to slip a hand inside.

The problem with that is that once she pulls him in that close, Sokka's hips are rolling against hers with no intention of stopping, much less pulling back to let her pants fall. Besides, her leg is still hooked at his waist and he quite likes it there.

This could be a problem, but it's not going to be yet. Kaylee tosses her long hair out of her way and concentrates on his neck, collarbone and chest, nibbling and kissing by turns.

It's a while before she does finally notice that, "we still got pants in the equation."

"I know, but you've got this undefinable way of being completely distracting..."

Sokka's trying to keep up with the distractions, but it's not until she speaks that he realizes her bra is still on.

Once that's off, it's easier to keep up with her.

"Ooooh, it's not important," is all Kaylee can say, her valiant efforts to get more naked thwarted by Sokka's distractions.

This time she just grabs his shoulders and rocks up againt him.

Well, if she's done with her mouth...

She can still rock against him after he's lifted her, pressed her up against the wall, and he's certainly returning the motion, getting a little breathless now. It's just not obvious since his mouth is otherwise occupied with the nice view now in front of his face.

That's just... well, that's just fine. She's got both of her legs around him now, all her weight on his hips and against the wall, sighing and moaning by turns and really

gripping

his shoulders.

This does absolutely nothing to help with her pants situation, but for the moment, Sokka is more interested in the situation above the pants. Besides, her weight might be on his hips, but she isn't blocking access entirely.

Not that Kaylee will be able to tell in her position, but once there are jeans around Sokka's ankles, they're a little closer to less distractions.

Oh, that works. Not with her pants situation so much, but she's at the right angle now, jammed up against him as she is, that the pants are actually helping her as it were.

Her head is bowed over his, nibbling and tugging slightly and his hair, and she's still half laughing, half groaning through it all.

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."

"They're pesky that way," she says cheerfully, but leans into him, gripping his back with both hands as she tries to ease out, kicking at her own ankles to try and get a purchase on the pantslegs.

"Hope you're flexible," Sokka replies with a hopeful smile. Hopefully Kaylee also won't mind some of the awkward maneuvering that goes with trying to keep her up, against the wall, and with her legs around him while they both go tugging on her clothing.

She doesn't mind that at all. In fact, she finds the awkwardness intensely funny, laughing all the time that they struggle.

Unfortunately it's just not possible to keep her legs up and around him and remove the pants, so they begin to slip down his legs. As soon as her feet touch floor, she stands up properly and pushes Sokka away and down.

Gotta do it right, do it yourself.

Sokka would be insulted to hear that she thought he was doing it wrong.

Of course, then he hits the floor with an "Oof!" and really doesn't care what Kaylee thinks so long as she joins him.

...he's suddenly intensely aware of the humming of the generator just a few feet away.

Really hot, isn't it?

Kaylee sheds the rest of her clothes in a freakishly short time before joining him on the floor, hands either side of his shoulders and pressing her lips to his.

Very.

As soon as she's within touching distance, his hands are curled over her hips, tugging her in, his head lifted to meet her lips halfway. He doesn't pull or force anywhere south of her navel, but when a hand travels to her hair, Sokka doesn't seem to have a problem with convincing her not to move her mouth anywhere else.

Oh she's not going anywhere. Kaylee lies fully on him, hands threading through his hair, tugging and teasing as she grips him between her knees.

No need to change anything. This right here is just fine.

More than fine.

Fine x 100 = now in Sokka's slowly exploding brain, writhing beneath her, leg lifting to brace against the floor. This, incidentally, puts his knee against her backside, but Sokka doesn't seem to be aware of it.

Doesn't mean he doesn't groan in pleasure at the results of such a position, though.

And it doesn't mean that she doesn't push herself back against his thigh, angling her own hips just right for herself.

She kisses him deeply for a few seconds, fingers at the back of his neck, before letting her head rock back, exposing her neck.

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