playinginsand | [AU: Kaylee in Eden]

~~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.

If that isn't an invitation, Sokka doesn't know what is. Even with his breath as deep and gasping as it is by this point, he still leans up, hands sliding to her ribs for balance. And if Kaylee didn't want a mark to remember him by, she really shouldn't have exposed anything in the first place.

Kaylee groans - then giggles when she realises what he's doing - then groans again.

Cap'n gonna have things to say about that.

But she doesn't fight him off, except to angle her head down again and take his mouth in hers.

All the time pushing against his leg.

He grins when she groans and that mark isn't going anywhere, especially when Sokka nips at it. Kaylee will just have to wear something high-collared for the next week or so.

Fun as he was having though, having her lips and her tongue and her mouth in general is about ten times more so and Sokka groans himself with her kiss.

And his leg pushes back.

A lot.

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.

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