playinginsand | [AU: Kaylee in Eden]

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.

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.

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