A/N: Here it is, folks. Beware the abundant fluff.

Chapter 94: Make Heresy, Make Love

The imminent storm tumbled slowly into the world. Fractions of calming moonlight were slowly being swept away from the world and into the desperate arms of darkness, and what was left of the stars was covered up by blankets of burdened clouds. The sky groaned, the winds howled, and the night screamed its vengeance. La's blink blinded the Earth in the form of lightning, and thunder followed like the crack of the Ocean's whip striking the surface of the world, but the rain kept teasing by not pouring just yet. It was not only the Water Tribe that was going to be drenched tonight (and perhaps for more nights, people nervously noted) but the entirety of the planet, and that was what sent all of lifekind shuddering with both anticipation and fear. Every form of shelter— be a crack in an ice wall, a flower petal, a glacial cave or a shack— was held in sacred regard, and prayers to the Moon Goddess spilled forth from worried hearts and conscious specks of life. It could only be hoped that Tui's peace would eventually supreme and tamed the ocean's fury before all of lifekind was flooded away.

And speaking of Tui, the tired Moon Spirit laid down on the swing and watched the sky, one arm resting lazily over her aching forehead and the other arm hanging down from the edge, absently tracing a wavy pattern in the snow with every sway. She had never seen such rage in the movements of the water and the strikes of the wind, and she was drawn to it all more than usual, not at all wanting to break contact with it, perhaps even wanting to be swept away like the moon in the night sky's protective tides. It was a hard task to keep her eyes open, though, with the remaining moonlight seeming unusually bright and blinding, straining her eyes for a reason she couldn't point out. She wondered if a migraine was in the process of hitting her, and the constant circulation of her thoughts was not helping whatsoever.

"Don't waste your time thinking about Arnook or any of these people. Your life is yours, Princess Yue, and you should live it the way you want to… Leave. If you don't, then I'm coming back for you."

"Let the entire world go upside down and you stay resilient in your values...Forget the world, Yue. Forget every mortal that leaves you standing by yourself. I will be with you…I will not let anything touch you."

"Why turn away from something you love? If you like this freedom, you should have it, the rest of the world be damned. You should have anything you want. I will make sure to give you whatever you want."

Three different entities, and yet, the message was strikingly the same. Forget the world. I will be with you. I will give you whatever you want. Like always, Yue wondered if she was looking too much into this, but the three identities seemed to blend together so well as she kept thinking of them. Their identities bled into each other's so well as if there had only been one person...either that or they really were all separate albeit their extremely similar personalities.

"Forget logic for the time being. Did you really not notice any similarities between him and the man that had you baffled all these years?"

Her thoughts were interrupted when Sokka sloshed through the snow. She turned and saw him making his way over to her. Moonlight illuminated his hair, which was already glistening as it was still wet from his shower. Water droplets dripped down the back of his neck, soaked through his tunic, and dripped down his dark arms. The more she looked at him with the possibility of him being that mysterious guard, the more real Nayeli's assertion seemed to be. And that look in his eyes, that look that accepted her anger like it was the best gift she had ever given him but didn't allow distress to come near her.

No. Nayeli is probably confused. That man or boy or whoever he was had probably been sent by someone that she might never know. The reason for his emotion, she'll never know, either, but it can't be Sokka. It's just not logical.

"You can watch the storm from inside and still be mad at me."

"I'm not mad." She sat up and moved to give him some room, and he took his place beside her, his hand moving up to her temple. He didn't need her to say it for him to sense her discomfort, so he had her lean her head over his chest and began pressing at her temples.

"You don't have to—"

"It's fine," he insisted, his thumbs making rhythmic circles as they applied pressure in all the right places. Yue sighed and sank into his warmth, squinting at the waves and watching them fill in the dents in the snow made by her pattern. Of course, she tried too much to ignore the way the innermost part of her was wanting to delve into that warmth of his, the way that look on his face was doing very strange things to her sensitized being, slipping quietly into her soul.

"It's not dark enough," she muttered, her voice cracking.

"It's too dark," he blinked at her. "There's not enough light."

Indeed, the Moon Spirit was blinded by the light of expectations that she so gracefully withstood, and today, it was unbearable and all the more luminous, prompting her to seek the dark of La, but for La living in a dark world, Tui is the only warmth, the only light of tender hope. It was not without reason that the scriptures likened the moon to a wanderer, destined to be lost perpetually in the desert, and La to an oasis that screamed eternal home, cooling her in its shade of affection, providing her with its quenching waters, a home in the trees, fruits and the sweetest of dates.

Yue closed her eyes and turned away from the remaining moonlight, her breath tense. "It feels like it's too bright."

"Do you feel sensitive to the light?"

"A little bit...I don't know why. Maybe a migraine is in the works…" her breath was stolen when he ran his fingers gently over her eyelids. It was as if the burn behind them cooled instantly. She looked back at him, and considering the strange calm that radiated from him, some innate part of Tui, in spite of her lack of self-recognition, might have seen a man glowing in silvery-white, his long, wet, tousled hair darker than she ever remembered it to be yet colored in the reflecting light. All of him seemed to be coated in moonlight, even his skin, which jumped out in its illuminated darkness. Even though he underwent many sacrifices, gave up many things to share this moment with her right now, everything about him was calming, cooling, complete. Devoid of the light of expectations despite being an embodiment of light itself. A paradoxical relish to be glued to. A juxtaposed being that reminded her of La.

The Ocean Spirit, on the other hand, briefly slipped into his spirit vision to see that the moon glowing beneath him was actually a woman of darkness, her luminosity reciprocating through the unconscious white coloring of her irises. Hair and complexion as dark as the night, skin as slick as the waves, dampened by sweat, the occasional sprinkles of early rain the peeking colors of the aurora captured in the lens of her eyes and filling the whiteness with color. And instead of being clothed in suffocating robes, she was donning only a single black robe that covered her otherwise bare body. Perhaps it was an allude to the fact that there seemed to be only one barrier left between them, its identity elusive.

Sokka was mute from awe and a bunch of other emotions he was new to and also had no names for. Tui was the one who silenced all language, made all expression useless. All he could say was that in the woman who has given up her all for the world, he also saw a man who had given his integrity to war. In the woman who was terrified of affection, he saw a man shunned by society for clinging to the sacredness of his love for the moon. How could he make her see it? That he saw himself reflected in her the way he proudly bore the reflected moon in his waters?

It seems he must have conveyed some of that in his gaze, for she softly succumbed, burying her face in his tunic, her forehead brushing against his necklace. He kissed the top of her head and worked at massaging her temples, and when she seemed relaxed, his hands made their way down to her shoulders and pressed at them, feeling her sigh against him.

"Are you okay with telling everyone I'm La?"

He tried to be casual, but she knew he could never be just casual about this. "I've embraced La's philosophy. You can't get things done without a little blasphemy on the side."

"You should take it to heart even more, then, 'cause La would want you to do justice to the life that he is in you. Even if there are deluded idiots in the world who think that's unacceptable for the Moon Spirit."

She dwelled on his words as he left another kiss on top of her head. Her blood simmered and sang. She could feel something building within her, and she feared her senses would take control of her brain and pull him up against her body because of how captivating he looked, darkened skin cast by inky shadows, eyes fiercely dark like the daylight blue of the ocean surging into midnight blackness all at once.

"How do you feel now?" he asked.

She could only nod and let him continue. When he whispered in her ear, she turned around, allowing him to add a little more pressure on her shoulders. She swallowed another sigh when he moved down to massage the sides of her arms, his chest touching her back. Yue tilted her head back at the contact, surrounded by a pleasing heat, and nuzzled against him, a touch welcomed with a kiss to her nose. She could feel every part of her burn and ache, feel that burn and ache threaten to slip down as a dark tear. She craved that look of his and that touch of his. That touch that was so...loving. She wanted to drown in that touch, have the warmth of his touch everywhere on her, all around her because she'd never experienced such loving heat to the moment that she was now.

Let yourself go, a part of her told her. When was the last time you felt this way? Did you ever feel this way? Do you not feel loved?

His hand suddenly stopped on her shoulders, and she craned her neck and looked up at him. He appeared to her like he was in a trance similar to her. Confusion lined her brow. "Why did you stop?"

Why did you stop? A myriad of emotions surged through him. Truthfully, he was feeling a bit too comfortable like this. Almost like he wanted to sink into the moment. He was being driven crazy, overwhelmed with her scent, oh Goddess. His palm rested against the swell of her cheek, and her eyes closed for a moment, leaning into his touch. His thumb brushed ever so lightly against her bottom lip, thumbing away the early drizzle of rain.

"Do you want me to keep going?"

Yue pressed her lips tightly together, pushing back the urge to gasp with how close he seemed, how hot his breath was as it swept against her lips. Close enough to lean forward and kiss but still away from each other by a few centimeters. Her eyes opened, and for a split second, he felt so sure he could read something in her. But he had to be sure he wasn't seeing things in the heat of the moment because dear Goddess, her scent was everything, and it was clouding his sanity little by little.

It was not the issue of harm but rather indulgence. All throughout the day, she'd been sparking something within him. She regularly did, so it shouldn't be too much of a surprise, but today, he was responding with overwhelming sensitivity, consistently hit by the fear that he wouldn't control his feelings and might accidentally... compel her to take steps she wasn't prepared to take, to put it one way. By no means was he a stranger to his innate responses when close enough to her in proximity, but today had been different. Tonight was different, acting on them as their inanimate forms— the full solstice moon and her dark, moist storm cloud— made passionate love and shielded the stars so they wouldn't intrude. Sokka felt every part of his being gravitating towards her. He wanted to touch her, touch her everywhere, touch her in ways that his human experience didn't account for, that his spiritual self had been dying to indulge in after burning in the flames of separation. He wanted to hold her and kiss her, kiss every inch of her body and explore her because she was Tui and he was La and this was their night and there was nothing more that he wanted than to shower his love and loyalty. And if she gave him even the most subtle clue that she wanted what he thought he was seeing on her face right now, he would splay himself over her and give her everything she wants from him, give himself to her. She was beautiful, so beautiful. So here, pulsing with life but so stubbornly refusing the Spirit of Life when she clearly wanted it.

She pulled him into her grasp with unspoken urgency, her arms trailing around him with more eagerness than her ascetic robes would allow. Sokka hummed in contentment and rested his head on her shoulder. They didn't move or make a move on each other; they stayed like that for a while, his inner Tui and her inner La swirling, latching onto each other, pulling the other into a magnetic embrace that intensified the heat around them. She sank her face into his neck, breathing in more of his scent, her heart pounding through her chest as if it was about to jump into his. He was so warm, so gentle, so vulnerable, and he had given up so much for her.

His lips trailed from her forehead down her temple, her face and cheeks, then pecked her lips. The heat eventually became too much, slowly incinerating the walls she built in her, and she pulled back to meet his face. He kissed her palm, his eyes on her the entire time as his hand eventually settled around her waist. The touch didn't seem like much. Only it ended up being a lot and coaxed out the quiet shudder she'd been holding back.

But the beads. The Nomad robes. Pulling her into an exercise that denoted the opposite of freedom, ironically. A reality that was safe, not at all vulnerable and yet deprived of intimacy…

"I-I need to meditate…" She sat up quickly and nearly ran out of the swing when her foot pressed against something sharp, causing her to hiss.

"What happened?"

"Nothing, nothing—"

"Let me see—"

"It's okay, I got it, I—"

"Wait," he made her sit back down. He dropped to the ground, knelt forward, and grasped her foot. A thorn had lodged itself in her soft skin. He frowned and ran his fingers around the area, getting a good feel of the skin to draw the splinter out as painlessly as possible.

"I'll just bend it out—" she didn't finish as he gently coaxed out the culprit—the thorn from one of the polar roses that had sprouted when the Moon Spirit, channeling her Avni form, sparred with him a few days ago and placed her footprint on the ground, giving rise to life in the midst of the snow. His touch lingered as he felt around for anything else that might be a cause of discomfort. A giggle escaped her at the ticklish feel of his fingers, and he smiled up at her in amusement, making his fingers dance around her skin and extracting another laugh at her.

"Stop, I don't want to kick you!"

He laughed. His hands were warm, smoothing over her skin like water. And the way he looked up at her...how would one describe it? She didn't know. She just felt her feelings stirring chaotically in her, concentrating in her lower belly, and she sported a tiny frown to mask them. She never liked it when he lingered by her feet as if he was her servant. "You can get up now."

He didn't. "Does it hurt?"

"It's just a thorn, calm down."

"Stupid thorn. Ungrateful little thing," he mumbled, softly continuing to rub her foot. Her hands tightened on the sides of her robes, ignoring the feelings that were welling in her from that look of his, dear La. Her curiosity got the best of her, and she leaned forward, angling her palm to where she covered his nose and mouth. He gave a lighthearted smile and moved her hand up and down. "Now you see me. Now you don't."

"Be still for a minute," and as he stilled, she watched him as if studying him.

"Don't waste your time thinking about Arnook or any of these people. Your life is yours, Princess Yue, and you should live it the way you want to."

"How do you know about this? About me?"

"We didn't meet for the first time when you came to the North, did we?" She said, moments of thought later. We met a year earlier because you're the one who attacked Arnook. When he sent those guards after me."

He froze in place at her words.

"I know it makes no sense. I don't understand the logistics behind it. I don't know if Katara or any of the people from the South know about this because no one mentioned it, and it would be absolutely weird for you to be in the North then because you had no plans of coming to the North, did you? And...and I don't understand how you acted as if you knew nothing about this all this time, but it was you—" her finger pointed at him, poking into his chest, "wasn't it? Or have I gone crazy?"

"You're not crazy." He said nothing else, but his following silence said it all. There was no need to try to hide it; she was asking him after having confirmed it.

"But...how were you even there?"

For one, he didn't know until recently, but even now, he couldn't bring himself to admit it. "The logistics don't always matter."

Yue would've pressed on, but she wondered if he was deliberately wanting to hide the information as he wouldn't want to make an issue of it. "Maybe you didn't want to rub it in, but still... you should've said something."

And what would that do? She would look at him differently. She would be grateful. Besides, she was already feeling uncomfortable every time he declared his feelings for her.

"I spent so much of my life wondering who you were," she said, giving him a look as if he was a stranger, as if she knew nearly nothing about him though her tone of voice betrayed it. "I was so angry and confused and...You didn't even know me, then, and you still...Who were you to me then to just take my hits like that?"

The sky flashed with lightning, and the moonlight was completely engulfed, swept into the blanket of La's darkness, mimicking the way her luminous human form was fully captured in his blue-black irises. "I embraced Tui's philosophy. I've always had," he told her. "You remember that night at the bridge? Before we kissed for the first time? You asked me, 'What do you want from me?' And I said, 'nothing,' that you were beautiful and that I'd never expected you to notice me. And I'm still gonna say nothing and that you're beautiful and that you always surprise me for how much you notice me."

The rain began to pour ever so slightly, a light drizzle spraying over the both of them.

"You said it yourself. Life should be given without expectation. I know that goes for love, too. When you truly love someone, you don't expect things from them, not even gratitude. It would establish a sense of separateness." His eyes didn't leave hers as he pressed a light kiss where her skin had been breached by the thorn. "I died to my ego a long time ago, Yue. I emptied me of myself and filled it all up with you. Everything I am is you now. You think my love would have any conditions?"

Lightning crashed, thunder rolled, and the moon couldn't hold herself back anymore. She grabbed his shirt and tugged him towards her, and their magnetic necklaces did the rest, pulling them together, locking themselves in the other's pendant. Lightning struck as they collided and brought their lips into a searing union, which drew relieved moans out of them because it was about time, and oh Tui and La, that kiss was just everything that should've been, could've been when they were reunited months ago. Yue couldn't put to words all that this kiss was doing to her, the way it robbed her of her every last caution and pulled her into a world where questions and answers and logic didn't matter, dissipated in the heats of love and loyalty. And to think that he accepted that reality a long, long time ago.

Yue suddenly felt a pang of great urgency tug at her. A great desperation to keep him as close to her as she possibly could. He felt it, too— that overwhelming feeling that hit him with fear and torment at even the possibility that they couldn't be closer. The rain fell harder and mixed with their tears as they unleashed all the longing they'd pent up inside of them, overflowing with love as if tonight was the night she came back to him for good. They had to part long enough to let their sobs escape, but they kept losing themselves to their passion, kissing each other all over and locking lips again and again. Their realities became blurred and were filled with each other. For once, neither of them felt plagued by who they were or what their place was in this world or in any world. All of their worries slipped away from them like a quiet, moonlight stream.

"Do you know how torturous it was in the Spirit World for me?" she breathed, softly caressing his face. "I was with the Spirits...and I was still…I couldn't stop thinking about you." She kissed him again and again. "It would hurt to see you every day…seeing you like that..."

"It would hurt not seeing you every day," he blinked back tears. "I was as good as dead without you—"

She stopped him with another kiss, tears still racing down in spite of the sensual heat that began to tingle in their cores, drawing soft gasps out of them. They were feeling so much all at once, drinking in the other's taste, touch, and presence. The blanket of darkness had become overwhelming, dipping into her light and absorbing it so much that the world remained dark even in Tui's fullness. And yet, the first groans of the storm were surprisingly gentle on them— on her— and had her wrapped up in a layer of surprising warmth. The clouds huddled completely around the moon, ensconcing her the way he had her currently sheltered in his grasp. Possessive yet liberating, turbulent yet characterized by inner peace. Jolts of longing shot further through the tender moon, and she shook in his arms, allowing herself to succumb to the first traces of vulnerability of the night in spite of being a queen in her own right, possessing total command over him. He caressed her face, kissing her deeper than was possible, conversing wordlessly of his own desperation. Salty tears kept falling, tinged with their opposite colors.

Merge, a part of him commanded. Merge with her.

Yes. He wanted to merge with her. He wanted to attain oneness with her. Just as they had merged in his dream when he opened his water chakra. It didn't have to be physical if she didn't want it to be, but in spirit, he was her missing piece as she was his. They were inseparable, not at all meant to be truly distinct.

Sokka didn't remember when they had gotten on the ground with her on top of him, her sigh engulfed by his lips, their tongues meeting and emulating their cosmic dance. They had ventured into this territory in their previous trysts, but somehow, this touch was different. Hotter, needier. And it somehow added to the fierce throb in their nether regions, feeding the primal hunger that they never felt to such a severe extent before. His fingers threaded through her white silks, slipping them out of their confines and freeing the petals and beads that lingered from earlier. His other hand pressed against her lower back and pulled her flush up against him. The downpour made the friction of their bodies more slick and pleasurable, and as his hunger overcame him, he rolled her over to where she was beneath him. He dove into her neck, planting little kisses. Instincts once proved to be dead had remained dormant all this time out of uncertainty and the need to take things slow, but now those instincts soared completely back to life as her grip on his hair tightened and pulled his lips back up to her own.

His palms traveled down from her face to the sides of her waist, and his arms wound around her as he picked her up, not breaking their liplock. Instead, he felt his way inside by feeling the many different water particles— extensions of his own Being— vibrating through the world. He managed to fumble inside, and her weight pressed against his chest. He backed up against the door, his weight shutting it to a close, and they pushed harder into each other to close the teeny amounts of distance between them as much as they could. Her arms flew around his neck as all thoughts of bending them dry left her, and he turned to have her pressed against the cushioning pelts on the wall, his arms supporting her weight. He dipped his head into her wet neck again and left wetter kisses on the skin, rousing short gasps out of her. The hand around his back tightened and pulled him into her, and her labored breaths progressed into whimpers when his tongue glazed over the water that coated her throat. Instinct took over as he cleansed every exposed part of her face and neck, drinking in the rainwater that simmered in his mouth. In spite of the urge to slip into more passion, he made sure to keep gentle, and his lips brushed upon her skin with great reverence.

She was reminded of her vivid dream, of how every touch of his had set pleasured shocks through her body, but the reality proved that the sensations she felt in her dream were nowhere near what she was feeling now, the pleasant heat that had filled her pore by pore. She voiced her pleasure and sensitivity with a squirm and a louder moan, urging him to worship her flushed skin as he saw fit. And then she felt it— a warm gush that began to trickle from her core the more he did that thing with his tongue swirling at the pulse point on her neck— "Ohhhh!" She buried her face on his shoulder and bit lightly at the fabric to hide her impending embarrassment because she could smell the gush that dampened her lower bindings so quickly. He must have caught the scent, too, considering the groan that seemed to come from the pit of his stomach, the arms wrapped around her tightened, pulling her damp body into his frame. Her hands went from his neck down to his shoulders and a little way down his arms, and she squeaked at another soft kiss to her neck, squeezing at his biceps to hold back another moan.

The storm was pounding harder against their tiny home at this point. A shudder went through him as his passion increased, and the rain corresponded with it, drenching the world in its fierce torrents and occasional rolls of thunder. His heart rate fell out of rhythm, mirroring the chaos of pattering raindrops, but soon enough, his pulse was synced with hers. The sounds that left her mouth were slowly driving him insane. His body began to quake, and a sheen of sweat coated him from the feel of her breath on his skin, the way her teeth teased him so deliciously through his shirt and lightly scraped at the skin of his shoulder in her efforts to hold back the sounds escaping her. Pleasure churned in his stomach and spiraled in his loins, and just when he thought he couldn't get more sensitive than he already was with, he shifted to be closer to her, a move that brought their chests together, made his hips meet hers and his center brush against hers.

And they all but screamed at the wave of pleasure that teased them. Yue leaned her head back on the pelts, her clothed, drenched breasts hanging more heavily, bouncing against her chest. With hooded eyes leaking passions and a crimson face, he panted hard as he looked at her. She was breathing in his oceanic scent and biting her lip, tasting the sweetness of his lips that still lingered on her tongue, the lingering taste of the xocolātl. Both of their minds went blank at this point, lost in the mist of impending intimacy.

"Sokka…" Her voice wavered, a breath at the most. In her eyes was something he hadn't quite seen before, something that he knew was mimicked in his gaze as well. Something desperate, an amplified need of closeness.

And then reality sank in. Of what they were doing, what they were feeling, of how they were succumbing to the other more easily, of how their restraints were set afire, utterly destroyed in the heat of companionship. They realized what was happening, what this was likely leading them to. He forced his hips to stop despite the burning need, despite the pleasure he saw building on her face, and he could feel himself hardening further just from eye contact. He bit his lip, bringing his eyes to a close, but that didn't help since the sense of touch dominated him even more. His breathing came in little pants given how overwhelmed he was from this— this feeling so foreign to him, concentrating in his pelvic region and making him want to go with his instincts and go back to the rhythm of their joined hips.

"W-We can stop if you want to," he stammered. "I don't want to do anything that... if you don't… mmnnn..." he winced from the little euphorias that sparked in his loins with a slight shift of her hips. "I-I don't want you to feel like we need to do this 'cause it's my birthday or 'cause you feel like we need to at some point 'cause if you're not ready, we won't do this and I don't want to make you feel like you absolutely have to—"

She stopped his mouth with a kiss, and he felt giddy from the sensation. He brought his forehead to hers, and they laced their fingers together.

"I do...I do want... t-this, I want, I…" she met his eyes with a flushed face. "Even if it wasn't your birthday, I'd still..."

She expected that to be enough for him, but he was tender, patient in his touch and look. "Are you sure? We don't need to go all the way if you don't want to. We can just...go with what makes you feel good...and we don't have to—"

She put a finger to his mouth, calming him instantly. Her hand traveled down until it rested on the fabric over his chest, and she felt his heart beating like crazy through his clothes. Everything about this moment wouldn't have been as out of place if she didn't bear the disks and beads in her Air Nomad necklace, if she wasn't encased in saffron robes, but that didn't make it wrong. So she kissed him again, losing herself in his devoted oceans. "I want you. I do."

The entire world melted away, and it was only her in his view. The full moon against the night whom only he had the right to see, have, be truly and selfishly loved by. He felt his heart being wrung in all the right ways. His face was instantly drenched. "I want you, too. All of you. So much."

With glazed eyes, she gave him a rare smile and brushed away his tears in time for their lips to meet again. She felt her hips moving by instinct, and Sokka ardently joined in the dance, his loins coiling, tightening rapidly. His hands settled around her waist to keep her there in that position, and she sighed her approval. Wanting to give her more, he brushed his warmth against her again, feeling his inner tightness give way to the beginnings of a bulge that strained against him and teased her depths. At first, she was too lost, too delirious to figure out what it was, but when a strike of thunder made them shuffle closer together, she felt it again. She gasped sharply, a cry leaving her, the intimate touch coming as a surprise. He was really close to her damp center. Her head spun.

Sokka froze at her reaction, thinking, worrying, regretting making her feel uncomfortable, but as her moans increased as she instinctively pushed into him, he realized she was the opposite of uncomfortable. Her hand reached up to cover her mouth because dear Tui and La, the noises she was making...but he nuzzled against her hand and gently pushed it out of the way, latching onto her lips.

"I always want to hear you," he said, softly squeezing her waist. The cry of sheer unrestrained pleasure that came next was a surprise but was highly welcomed, and her voice reverberated through his neck and seeped into his body. She gripped his back and tugged him closer to her, a silent scream trapped in her throat as he let out a gasp of his own. The arms behind her thighs that have been supporting her this entire time eventually loosened their grip and let her stand, and she flushed after realizing with how damp the insides of her thighs were, and not just from the rain. He drove away her embarrassment, though, as he kissed her forehead, beaming with wonder, brimming with love. In just a few moments, he had seen sides of her he had never seen in their humanized life. The downpour had succeeded in making her robes clutch her figure, and his insides jolted to life, to the dire need of pleasing her, of repeatedly hearing her voice her pleasure with those cute sounds she made.

"Baby," he crooned, burying his face deep into her skin as his hips extracted a rhythm out of another "accidental" touch, a rhythm that matched the roars of his storming self outside. He wanted to feel her warmth against him more closely because they just couldn't seem to get close enough. So he picked her up again and led her to the couch of pelts this time and set her down on his lap. The first thing he did was reach for her soaking Nomad pendant, and she tensed up for a moment.

"The Nomads are all about freedom, right? Well freedom means being free to take this off, too. Letting go of this attachment."

A swirl of Ama's cosmic purple splashed in her baby blue oceans. She swallowed and nodded, a move she didn't get a chance to make in her previous lifetime. She watched as he slowly eased the pendant and the beads off of her, and he placed them on a nearby shelf. He closed the distance immediately afterward, reaching for her mouth with his, and she scooted as close to him as she could get, their torsos touching, each of her legs splayed out on either side of his body. For a moment, his arms remained wrapped around her, and he was content to hold her that way, still getting used to their closeness, but it wasn't long before his hands began to roam— slowly, tentatively— and found purchase in her curves. Passion began to seize hold of him more firmly, even more, when let her tongue venture out this time and slip easily into his eager mouth. His palms began to knead the skin at her waist and ventured lower, stopping just above her behind, dribbling and teasing the skin. She let out another gasp from the sparks that shoot through her from his motions.

Her body heat drew him in like a star that drew everything to its core, and their dancing lips picked up the pace, addicted to the other's taste to a greater extent than they had as of yet. A breeze swept in, making her hair fall messily over her face, and his hand slid in her locks to tuck them back and angle her face so he could kiss her more intimately. Her long locks fell over him like rivulets of milk given their closeness while his other hand traced up and down the leg that was closest to him, eventually dipping into the valley of her sole and tickling the skin. She laughed and broke out of the kiss long enough to give him a playful swat on his shoulder, and his hand trailed back up from her foot, smoothed up her calf muscle and rested on her thigh, rubbing the fabric that covered the skin, watching little shudders escape the pleased chieftess as more of her feminine essence spilled onto his lap. He moaned feverishly, watching how her eyes dazzled brighter than the aurora lights that somehow dodged the angry clouds and still seeped in from the window, than the torch that blazed a little ways away.

He then let his fingers travel down her sides, back down her thighs— a touch that made her nearly jump— and trailed down her legs that were on either side of him. His hips began to move more slowly this time so he could watch every sliver of anticipation, ever huff and ever gasp that left her. Her eyes were closed now, face scrunched in a way he had never seen her do. Her hips moved with him, increasing the warm crescendo that was forming in her lower belly, making her lower lips twitch and gush again and again and soak his pants.

"D-Do you feel good?"

She opened her eyes, blinking through her sweat to see the look of arousal mirrored on his face. She gave her answer in the form of a hushed moan that sent her back arching when his lips trod just barely beneath the neck of her tunic, seeking the skin of her collarbone and wanting to learn her more intimate contours. Her hand gripped the muscles of his clothed back, her fingers digging into the skin. "Sokka…"

"Yue…" he panted against her skin as he found a momentary outlet out of their heated haze, "Baby, w-wait. I need this to be perfect." He thumbed the sweat away from her cheek. "Our first time making love…" he blushed deeply. "I want this to be more special. Five minutes is all I need."

Making love. She managed a nod, her body heated, her mind running through the events that transpired. She became restless from how quickly her body was reacting, how intensely it was craving something she couldn't fully put to words. She was lit aflame with desire, and the flames were spreading through her, burning her uncertainties to a crisp, turning the walls around her heart into ash that was blown away by the breeze of rapture.

Fortunately, time rushed by, and he stepped out of their room and swooped forward, kissing her with greater desperation, his necklace demanding the attention of hers. He picked her up again, bridal style this time, emulating the clouds' snatching away of the moon. Their heartbeats stopped, and it was a miracle that he didn't fall and tumble down with her from the way his knees were shaking and his legs were pooling. With a grin, he carried her through the door, and Yue found that her breath was stolen from her. There were a few candles in the room; there weren't many so the room would still be dim and dark from the storm the way she liked it, but there were enough to still give off a romantic vibe. The candles emitted white flame, likely dispersed from the torch on the wall that she lit earlier with her white fire. The result was a room not only glazed from candles but lit with the illusion of stars bouncing off of the glittering ice walls, making it seem like the two of them were off in some extraterrestrial paradise under a starry night. There was no doubt that moonlight was there, too, because it was physically there in the form of Yue, and though she didn't notice her own light, she did notice how the aurora peaked through the clouds and spilled its colors inside, dancing along with the white candlelight on the crystal-like icy walls. The blues and greens and purples reflected off of the walls, leaving her mesmerized.

The fragrance of flowers then graced her— of course, he wouldn't spare the flowers in the event of a romantic evening. She saw various polar roses, Arctic jasmines, moonflowers and ocean lilies dispersed in areas where he fixed the candles. The blue of the ocean lilies stood out the most, painting the room in a deep blue with their reflecting colors. There were several petals sprinkled on the bed, too, formed in a hastily-made, messy heart shape. She giggled at his efforts. "You've certainly outdone yourself."

"I do have my moments."

And indeed, this moment was visually perfect. The only other time she had a chance to witness something this beautiful was when she was a spirit, wandering through the different planets, catching hold of their auroras and their respective biotic treasures. It was even more special now because he was here, his arms around her, her fingers laced with his.

"Does this remind you of anything?" he asked her hopefully. "Like a certain planet perhaps?"

"There was this one planet where there were always lights. It was an icy planet, too, almost like an amplified version of the poles but with a different type of water...not like the water we have here... But those lights— dear Spirits, those lights— they were the most beautiful lights I'd ever seen. They were all kinds of blue, the most beautiful shades of blue. And it seemed as if they were glowing...and they would reflect on the frozen ice and make it seem like the ice was glowing, too. It's one of my favorite planets."

"I don't know what else to show someone who's seen the entire universe," he breathed.

"But you're still a master of surprise," she smiled and kissed him. "I love this."

In his grasp, she felt like she was tucked cozily in a dark blanket beneath a starry aurora sky, complete with the impossible possibility of a raging storm that cooled the world while she kissed the man she loved. It was not possible to have so many lights at once and still have the presence of blinding darkness, but Sokka made it happen. In just moments, he took her back to the best of worlds.

"B-Bed?"

The heat kicked back in. She nodded, and he set her down on the bed. They lay on their sides atop fragrant petals and indulged in the other's touch. They could not keep themselves away from the other. While La raged outside as the storm, here, he was as tender as anything could ever be as one of his hands trailed back down her body and explored more of her curves. Her hands reached for his hair, and as she pulled him to where he was on top of her.

While the world outside had indulged in purification rituals, presenting the ceremonial fires to the Spirits, the Spirits themselves presented the flames of desire to one another, seeking to cleanse themselves of the wounds caused by the illusions of loss, estrangement, separation. In the other, they saw themselves being reflected again. Momentarily, his image transitioned into the figure of Dark Yue in the depths of her mind; she was not sure what made her make the connection, but she blinked, seeing her darkened self. Dark Yue, her chest bare, her breasts spilling, demanded attention from being wounded. Her dark counterpart was looking to heal, looking to love and be loved. She blinked out of their spiritual state, and given her distance to her supernatural self, lost track of the familiarity of their constant spiritual lovemaking. Sokka felt just as dazed. The memories seemed so distant, like foggy blotches of dream-like fantasy stirred by instinct rather than a reality that was. And although that would likely be corrected, and their memories would be reintegrated into them with the anticipated merging of their bodies, spirits, and souls after this night passed, the two of them were still in their actual humanized forms, limited to a certain context, so this was still clearly their first time.

Her hand flew to his chest. "W-Wait…"

"Are you nervous?"

She flushed and turned away. "I'm aware of the, um...the basics of what goes on, but..."

"It's my first time, too, you know," he blinked.

"Yes, right, of course…I wasn't doubting you or anything, I just...I don't have my spiritual aura, you see," she explained. "It helped buffer most of my inclinations toward human emotions and instincts and...and now that this is actually happening…"

"To be honest, I'm kind of shrinking from your knowledge. You're the All-Seeing Eye, here."

"I told you I didn't go around looking."

He chuckled. "Well I'm nervous, too." He held his shaking hand out to her to demonstrate. "I'm just running on Kanna's words of wisdom right now."

"Your Gran Gran gave you the talk?" She couldn't help laughing at that.

"What? There were no other boys in the village but the kids!"

"I suppose you're right, but at least you had a talk of some kind. All I know comes from the anatomy books, and I wasn't going to talk about it to anyone else."

"Not even Nayeli, huh?"

"Oh, no way. She joked around about those things quite a bit. I can't imagine how it would've been if she was the one to give me the talk." She looked up at him. "You...you'll tell me what you think I should be doing?"

He blushed. "Oh...um...I think I should be doing more of the work anyway…"

"I want this to be good for you, too."

"It will be. It's you."

Her body became ten times hotter from the look he was emitting right now. "You just seem confident…"

"That's what we want you to think," he breathed with a nervous laugh. "B-But...I-I don't know detailed specifics. I don't know what...what I would like, I guess," a severe blush. "It's all about experimentation at this point."

"And instinct."

"Right," he swallowed. "So just tell me what feels good, and we'll go with that, yeah?"

They kissed more slowly this time, more carefully, engulfed by darkness and candlelight, but it didn't take long at all for their lips to taking a more desperate approach. His tongue teased her lips just as they did before, causing her to give way and let him slip in. All of a sudden, her chest bindings felt tight, chafing against her harder with every rub, every circle he made around her waist. She splayed her arms around his neck, and as their bodies pressed against each other with urgency like before, she reciprocating the dance of his tongue and bit his bottom lip, drawing out a pleased rumble from him— deep, rough, shaky. The sound increased the heat building within her, more so as he answered her by nibbling back at her lips, sucking them into his mouth. Her cheeks flushed as she felt her center becoming damper, her body writhing without her knowledge.

The angry voice that would've been berating her for her plight never came because everything transitioned so quickly from you're a lusty temptress if you feel these things to the life-stirring needs in you have been neglected far too long. Her bright, blinding world melted away and rose like a large tidal wave of La's sheltering darkness, sweeping her off of her feet the way he swept her into his arms for the intimacy that was finally to be. Even the mystics who made love with the lesser spirits in body and soul were immortalized from the ecstasy of union. Why not them? They were Tui and La cast into the winds of time and space. They were adults who had endured pain and loss with their entire lives building up to this moment of intimacy. They were teenagers drowning in the sacredness of love, loyalty, and union. And in spite of petty worries, they swore to please the other.

Gradually his lips pulled back only to latch onto her jawline, his tongue drawing circles. She pulled his weight down even more onto her to encourage him and reached for his tunic, giving it a sharp pull in the wake of pleasure. She ended up pulling a bit harder than she expected, for she felt the slight tear of the wet fabric of his tunic. She sat up, mouth hanging open in shock, giving him an apologetic look, but his hands reached for hers and brought them back to the collar of his tunic, making her grasp his shirt. He guided her hands and tugged hard to where they ripped his shirt off entirely. He tossed what was left of the shirt aside and bit his lip. His gaze fell to her ankles, to the bottom of her dress, which was drenched by the rain, and he touched the wet skin beneath it, gliding a hand underneath the ends of the skirt. He tugged her dress up a little, but not too much, looking to her for confirmation. Yue swallowed and nodded, and when he still hesitated, she grasped his hand and guided him in tugging her skirt up, a fierce blush on her cheeks. Turned out she was wearing pants underneath, so he wasn't as nervous just yet and she wasn't as flustered as she would've been had it been bare skin beneath the dress, but this was still something neither of them had done before. Undressing each other this way…

His hands felt warm even through the fabric of her pants as he slowly inched his way up, feeling the outline of her legs through the hem. He stopped again when he got to her knee, but when she gave him another nod, he brought her dress up her knee, eliciting a strong gasp and a louder moan when he reached her thighs. She closed her eyes and flushed a whole other shade of red in embarrassment when she felt her core leak more. Heat radiate through her with every experimental knead he gave her clothed thigh, every inch he furthered up, lingering dangerously close to her dampening intimate area. He proceeded to pull her dress past her waist, up to her chest and eventually over her head, and he took care in placing her dress aside; it was antique, after all. A reminder of her Air Nomad incarnation.

He tugged her inner shirt upward and tossed it aside to expose her tight breast bindings, which strained to keep in the engorged skin. He tore at his bottom lip again looked up at her, his fingers resting tentatively on the knot in front of her pants. She nodded, stood up briefly, and nodded again, and he fumbled off of the bed and crouched down, feeling dizzy from trying to undress Yue, oh Goddess, is this even happening…?

"S-Sorry, sorry," he fumbled with the strings. "I'm t-trying to…" he breathed in her body heat, unable to resist the feeling of being this close to her. This close to her nether region, which was only two layers of fabric away from his view. "It's not as easy as it looks."

She giggled, breaking through her nervousness for a moment, and she reached down, her slender fingers maneuvering the strings. "I thought you specialized in the science of knots."

"My brain's kind of turning off right now," he laughed nervously, seeing her own nervousness return when she had the strings untied. "You're okay with…?"

"Yes, yes."

More eagerly than he expected, he tugged at the waistline of her pants. He watched the fabric fall and reveal her belly button, her lower belly, her white sarashis that smoothed over her wide, child-bearing hips, her delightful thighs, and her long, quivering legs. Her milky skin glowed more brightly with the top layers of clothing now peeled off, droplets of rain clinging to her skin. The pheromones radiating from her lower bindings were delicious, mingling with her other delightfully feminine pheromones, and the scents went straight to his throbbing center. Already, his pants were suffocating his manhood, and yet she was still in her underclothes. He licked his lips, realizing that keeping himself together would be much more difficult than he imagined. She, too, began to sweat profusely as she took note of the prominent swell at the front of his pants, which were wet from the stains of her arousal.

What followed next was pure instinct. His hand on her waist began sliding down past unspoken boundaries and smoothed down the thin fabric that covered the swell of her bottom. She yelped, her hands grabbing the shocks of his hair before delving into a chorus of sweet gasps, particularly when he began softly rubbing and kneading the area. She tugged at his hair a little harder, but it was a delightful pain.

"Hhhaaaahh…!" She tried to hide her face in the dark shadows, but a flash of lightning outside revealed her face, which was contorted in embarrassed pleasure. She arched her back, pushing her chest up. The hand on her behind was eager in its exploration and squeezed just a little harder, and the next set of noises that left her mouth got lost in the rolls of thunder. His face grew flushed as he watched her.

"You like that?"

She panted and opened her eyes, unsure of how to respond because her mind was blanking out from the electrifying touch. He understood, though, with the scent of her arousal, which was more prominent now and clouded his senses. All that swirled in his mind right now was how good he wanted her to feel. He squeezed her lower cheeks again, delighting in the "uuunnnnghh!" that came next, the sheer erotic hum of her body as she squirmed against him.

Great Goddess, she was perfect. He groaned and stood up, capturing her lips with immediacy. She buried her face in his neck, earning sweet kisses to the forehead. She felt his eyes settle on her chest bindings next; they had gotten considerably tight, constraining the flesh beneath them with great difficulty. He could see the outline of her hard nipples chafing against the fabric, begging to be freed and caressed. An indecipherable noise left his mouth, and his hands around her traveled upward past her waist, stopping at the knot of her bindings on her upper back. Again he looked to her for permission, and she nodded.

Turned out this knot was unraveling much more easily. Yue tried not to display her self-consciousness, but the task was difficult, and when her bindings loosened, she instinctively placed her hands over her bosom and turned around, letting her hair conceal the view of her body.

"Sorry, I...I just…it's very new..."

"Hey, it's okay, baby." The hands on her shoulders were soft and warm, and moments later, his hand swung over her shoulder and handed her a bedsheet, which she held up to her chest. He pressed his frame against her back and kissed her shoulder, feeling her sigh, her palm smoothing over his cheek.

"Only when you're comfortable," he said.

"I am comfortable, I just...I feel…" Exposed. Vulnerable.

"Not that I want to rush things, but if it helps...I have seen you before… Not like...not in extreme detail," he flushed, "but...back at the South…"

"I remember," she blushed at the memory.

"And I remember you being so beautiful," he kissed her earlobe and gently nibbled on it, feeling her skin heat up. He continued to kiss from her ear down to the side of her neck, then over her nape, earning giggles from the ticklish motions and moans from the heat of his lips in the most sensitive spots on her neck. His hands rested on her waist, slipping beneath the fabric of the bedsheet and kneading the skin beneath it. She nearly fell backward from the pleasure of being touched this way, but his weight supported her, and she sank her head back into his chest, shuddering when his fingers drew little circles around her belly button.

"You like that?" he tilted his head to kissed her shoulder. Her skin was addictive, her back smooth and glittery as it glistened with the slick layer of rain. His hand smoothed her hair over her shoulder, and he leaned in, pressing kisses to the back of her neck, working his way across the width of her back, trailing kisses along her spine and losing himself in her hair as it persistently fell back over him. Yue gripped the pelts on the wall as he continued, kneeling down behind her, pooling his kisses on her lower back, his chest grazing the swells of her bottom. Her loud moans were muffled against the pelts, striking the air as she threw her head back from the way he dove his face on the side of her waist, kissing the skin there with an mmm that vibrated through her skin. She turned around, inwardly preparing to present herself but still covering herself with her hair. He was looking up at her, licking his lips.

"Would it help if you... looked at me first?" Though his words sounded innocent, what he had just been doing to light every pore of her body afire with desire was far from it, but as he asked, she could see more clearly how nervous he was. Like a cloud moving about restlessly upon gazing at the beauty of a star, ready to spread its vulnerable self before it.

"Would that be okay for you?"

He smiled, wiping the sweat off of his upper lip and standing up. "I think I would love that."

She tied the bedsheet around herself and kept her attention on his face. Sokka had always been a handsome man, and time has dealt with his looks so kindly. Now, however, it sank into her how truly youthful he looked now. Mature, yes, but youthful, the darkness of his long curls standing out against the darkness of his skin. His wolf tail was lopsided, and his hair was leaning to one side. Her gaze trailed lower to his sculpted upper body, the muscles of his chest that looked so inviting. It made her think back to the feelings that somersaulted in her that night when she woke up from her intimate dream and found him shirtless. With hooded eyes, she approached him, slow and unsure in her gait. He made it easy for her by drawing her close, enveloping her in his arms, and her hands reached out to grasp his shoulders. Her fingers made their way down his chest, the delectable dark-bronze that was nearly-scorching from the heat that blazed through him, the tiny hairs that stood at attention thanks to the goosebumps that soared through him. It was an entirely different feeling for her— touching him without the end goal of healing him. Or perhaps she was healing him, in a way. Right here, right now, with her touch of exploration and ache that made every part of him tip over in happiness, in the need to be impossibly closer.

She ran her fingers down his pecs and across his abs, feeling the muscles jump in startled pleasure beneath her touch, feeling the uncharacteristic shyness in his eyes as he looked at her and studied her movements. This was not totally foreign to her or him given her healing abilities, but this was the first time she touched his bare skin with her burning need pushing against her outward composure (was she really composed? She was not sure anymore). His breathing became harder as her soft touches continued to add to a certain engorgement in his nether region.

"You enjoying yourself there, Mooncake?" She can hear the amused smile in his slightly tremored voice. A hint of a bashful smile graced her face because yes, she was, and that, too, without feeling shame. She had always loved his skin, how dark he was, how much darker he seemed to have gotten in the last couple of days while she, on the other hand, was not blessed with darkness like a normal tribeswoman in spite of being blessed by Tui's glow. But sometimes, it was tempting to get lost in the rebellious darkness that could've been, the darkness that was here and all for her.

The tips of her fingers steered clear of his nipples, which poked back like fine beads of dark chocolate, and she could hear his breathing stop altogether at one point until she looked back up at him, innocence and desire swirling in her expression. She grew flustered as she was reminded of how she once kissed his nipple on accident, but her embarrassment dissolved as her fingers brushed lightly over the 月that was engraved on his left side. The skin was broken, welded into the shape of her name, which was rooted far deeper than any tattoo ink would go.

You think my love would have any conditions?

She leaned forward and placed a kiss— tender and experimental— over his broken skin and let the lingering rain dissolve into her mouth, her lips vibrating from the pleased rumble that left his lips and made his skin quiver. With another kiss, his mouth flew open in a quiet gasp; he did not realize how pleasurable the sensation truly was after years upon years of fantasizing that she would kiss him like this. He felt accepted, sanctified, ecstatic with the love in her look, with the gentleness of her lips. Merciful Tui, how sweet, how soft could her lips possibly feel?

She tackled the lingering beads of rain on his chest again, hearing an aaahhhh leave his lips. Noting his positive reaction, she placed a more heated kiss there, fully sinking into his skin, and she felt one of his arms wrap around her waist and another smoothing over her hair. She half-expected him to laugh or something with the possibility of how ticklish the touch might feel, but all she could see on his face was pure love, anticipation, and arousal. Every part of him felt like it was on fire, encased by a heat too hot to handle in spite of his identity as Agni. His hips twitched from the ache to move.

"Tell me what you like," she commanded. Another kiss followed, then another, yet another as his grated breaths transitioned into soft groans. She kept on kissing, kept on learning his body, observing which move evoked the most pleasure (though she had to admit the poor man was positively shaking in bliss with every kiss she gave him). The more she indulged in his chest, the more she came to the conclusion that it was not only her mind but also her lips that absolutely cherished his skin, his oceanic scent, so she didn't stop herself from gently pushing him onto the bed. As he took his seat on the mattress, she climbed behind him, her arms wrapping around him from behind him, and she leaned into his neck and gently sucked at the skin.

"Yue…" he breathed her name in reverence, leaning into her touch as she explored his wide, muscular back with her mouth. As she unleashed a part of her that she didn't know to ever exist, her teeth grazed his shoulder in a gentle nip before collecting the skin of his bicep and biting it gently. He let out a pleased little noise, and his hand reached for her hair, sliding through the unraveled weaves. "A-Again…"

"Hm?"

"B-Bite…" he shuddered against her, remembering that there was such a thing called breathing and that it would help him with his plight with words. "Please...again…"

With a smile she didn't even realize she harbored, her head bowed to his shoulder, and Sokka let his own head fall back against her, eyes closing before he felt the touch of her gentle teeth to his skin. And the sheer whine that followed next would've been described as unmanly by his former ignorant self but tonight was all about the collapsation of barriers. His hand massaged her long silver weaves.

"So good, baby," he mumbled, but his speech failed him again when her hand pressed against the center of his chest— against his inner Tui, oh Goddess— and pushed him back to where he seemed like he was sinking into her. She moved out of the way, though, and he lay against the sheets, flower petals tickling his back while she turned, looming over him like the moonrise that hovered over the waters. It was nothing at all like what he imagined; it was so much more, her beauty made immortal in his gaze. The bedsheet wrapped around her body, which was still damp from being drenched in the rain, accentuated her curves like a sleeveless gown, and by now, several petals had gotten lost in her hair. He had to wonder if he lost consciousness at that moment because of how dazed he felt seconds later, how his member twitched within his suffocating pants as her body bent over his, her hair flying from the breeze that snuck past the pelt curtains. And when her long white silks draped over his chest like a blanket, when she supported her weight against the weight of his chest, her palms resting on his pecs, Sokka confirmed that in all of existence, there was no other heaven that these humans spoke of.

He sighed with relief when he got a chance to kiss her again. He ached to touch her and give her the pleasure she was giving him. He nuzzled into her neck and blew away a stubborn petal, making her gasp, but her hands flew to his chest and held him down. She was not done just yet. Her hand brushed his hair out of his face as she placed a kiss on his forehead, brushing away the thin layer of perspiration. She worked her way down slowly. The rain continued to patter as her tongue played with his for another minute before moving down his chin. She hummed against his neck, her voice sending thrilled vibrations through him, and he inwardly murmured a blessing to the Goddess above him as she kissed his collarbone and slipped back down to his chest area. He relaxed, and his head tilted back as he held her close to him. Pleasure ended up taking over him as she kissed the same, heated way on his slick abdomen, and it brought him more ecstasy to feel her smile grace his skin in spite of her trying to hide it.

She worked her way back up and hesitated when her lips hovered over his right nipple, but she eventually graced that, too, with a kiss, and he sucked in a sharp breath, his hips moving unconsciously with the fiery tingles that jolted through his pelvis. His muscles tensed beneath her touch, and it took all of his strength not to jerk his hips up in the haze of instinct as he did not want to startle her, but what challenged his resolve even more was when her hand smoothed down his abdominal muscles and stopped just before she could reach his lower belly. She ended up pulling back eventually, and her fingers found themselves draped just above the waist of his pants, frozen from hesitance. Though she tried not to show it, she was visibly startled by the bulge that strained a little ways below, looking bigger than when she'd seen in it a few minutes ago. Her anatomy books from the past were no help at all in convincing her of the naturalness of the situation and of what one would expect from a highly aroused man.

"W-We don't...we don't need to go all the way... if you don't w-want to," he said, his arousal increasing just from her looking in the general area of his strain. "We c-can always go slow—"

But she answered him with a rough kiss and the lower venture of her fingers until they reached the waistline of his pants. Intensity blazed through her gaze. Dizzy and convinced, he took hold of her palm with one hand and brought it to the strings of his pants. His other hand reached for her temple and brushed away the sweat that was forming. He nodded, and her shaking fingers worked to untie the strings. She tugged at his pants, seeing that they didn't shrug off as quickly and easily as one would expect. He was eager to help and nearly ripped that fabric, too, as he yanked his pants to his ankles and kicked them off. His powerful thighs and legs came into view, and what was now visible of his intimate area was a thin loincloth that covered him but left little to the imagination.

Sokka nearly lost consciousness again as he saw her, her lips gleaming in the moonlight, her breath heaving, her ample chest rising and falling. "I-Is there anything I should be— ahh!" She found herself closing her eyes, feeling the short waves of pleasure tease her again, and when he leaned forward and painted her jawline with his open-mouthed kisses, tickling her neck with his breath, she realized that she was aching to be touched. The bedsheet was not enough to hold back the instinctual demands of her breasts and her hardened nipples, which teased his chest through the fabric. The friction made her jump at the sudden rush of warmth that made the bedsheet infinitely tighter around her chest.

This time when they pulled apart, her hand reached up to the knot that kept the bedsheet wrapped around her. She gulped; this was last barrier to her modesty. Waves of intense embarrassment and uncertainty washed over her, but again, he was gentle, and the kisses that followed were chaste. Slowly, she took one of his hands that had splayed over her waist and brought it to the knot at her cleavage, wordlessly telling him to untie the sheet. Before he did, though, he looked up into her eyes, catching hold of hesitation. Her hesitation of baring herself, of being at her most exposed, most vulnerable. She had never bared herself even before a healer ever since she reached the age she could change her own clothes.

But you love him, and you trust him, the innermost part of her pointed out.

Before he could ask her again if she wanted to stop, she squeezed his hand in reassurance, desire splaying helplessly over her face as her chest stung with need again.

"I'll be gentle."

"I know you will."

He peppered small kisses on her collarbone to make her feel comfortable, encouraging her to make the move she needed to make. His hands settled on her shoulders, thumbing the sweat away.

"I won't look unless you tell me to," he promised, losing himself in the glow of her face. She nodded and took a deep breath, bringing his hand back to the knot and watching him untie it. Slowly, carefully. He paused again, watching her expression for any sign of discomfort, but she tugged his hand down and let the robe slip, unveiling herself for her lover and biting her lip. True to his promise, he didn't look down; he was only concerned with the huge step she had mentally taken to come this far, to engage in this act of intimacy with him.

"You can...you can look…" she breathed.

He still didn't right away and kissed the top of her head instead. He kissed her temples and her brows and her eyelids. Her hands went back around him and pulled him into her frame, and their bare chests touched, making them both shudder from pleasure and relief that sprung from deep within. Their inner Tui and La have caught hold of each other and went mad with love and the need for union.

"Sokka," she panted, "you can…"

Her voice was needier this time, so he pulled away and let his eyes fall over her body. The Goddess was the epitome of beauty, her skin radiant beneath the candlelight. Her breasts greeted him, areolas only slightly darker than her usual skin tone, nipples looking hard to the point of pain. Her bosom was bigger than he remembered (he shamelessly admitted to himself that he had unconsciously familiarized himself with her breasts since the time he had gotten his first glimpse of them in the South). His member twitched more rapidly, and he hardened further, desire filling his expression. Yue tried to cover herself again, mistaking his silence for an unpleasant reaction, but he stopped her wrists and drew her hands to her sides, panting heavily as he stared amorously at the fruits she was offering him. In spite of his visible excitement, though, he was suddenly whiplashed by the memory of her scars, how her beautiful body took on his wounds. The memory raided his brain and broke apart the jolts of bliss that had just begun to flow. The image of soft, luscious white mounds peeled away, replaced by the sight of abraded skin, split open, blood gushing outward. She saw him turn away and brush at his eyes. It took his all to not have his body be wracked with sobs.

"Sokka?" worry ebbed in her voice, and her embarrassment flew away for a moment. Her hand settled on his cheek, and he grasped hold of her warm palm. She then realized the reasons for his discomfort, reminded of how he knew about the scars.

"Sweetie, it's okay. I'm not hurting," she told him, and he eventually got himself together, seeing how flawless and wound-free her skin really was even in his brief submerges into his spiritual visions.

"You're beautiful, so beautiful. Every part of you. Please, promise me you won't hurt yourself for any reason."

She brought him in for an embrace, their nearly naked bodies pressing together. "I promise."

"And you'll tell me if I need to stop or if you're in pain."

It was a command she could not refuse. She nodded and smooched his hand, and he engaged himself in his usual ritual of chaste kisses before her pheromones pulled at his being. His entire body tingled when his attention fell back on her succulent mounds, swollen with the need for attention. He licked his lips at the subtle invitation her hardened peaks gave him. Pleasure bloomed in the pit of his stomach. Her womanhood tingled just from the way he was looking at her; embarrassed, she tried to cover her face, but he drew her hands away again. "I want to see you," he whispered. "And I want you to see me."

Her eyes fluttered open and saw the intense look on his face. His gaze worked its way into the valley between the hills of her breasts, the dip of her stomach and then her lap, which was still covered by her lower bindings. He bit his lip, feeling the lower half of his body become tense as his hands settled on the sides of her hips, which were still clothed by the sarashis. His thumbs dipped into them, feeling the soft skin of her hips, and she exhaled sharply.

"O-Off?" he met eyes.

Another shade of red painted her skin, and she mumbled something incoherent.

"W-What was that?"

"I-I'll do it, I...the bindings are kind of…" Wet, but "wet" was an understatement. She was highly aroused in spite of her composure, and her breasts seemed to have swelled a little more in just a few moments.

"That—" he forgot to breathe again, "— is not at all a problem," and with light in his eyes that for sure made him look like an idiotic hormonal teen, he fumbled with the knot and worked at peeling off the layers. The utterly soaked layers. He groaned as his member prodded angrily against his loincloth, threatening to tear the fabric, excited from the smell of her arousal that was so close, so close. He breathed in her womanly smell and gnawed on his bottom lip as Yue, who saw the effects of his arousal nearly double from behind the loincloth, moaned and threw her head back, the last of her bindings falling apart and exposing her womanhood. Her nakedness was a sight for him to behold, but he didn't have the chance to take it all in; she had her legs pressed together immediately to conceal herself. That turned out to be an even more pleasurable move for her because of the addictive, slick friction between her legs that made her nether region pulse more intensely. She dripped even more and fell back into the mattress, letting loose a much drawn-out moan as she fisted the sheets.

A mesmerized Ocean Spirit felt the throb in his erection increase rapidly, shooting waves of intense pleasure and straining pain through his system, flashing him with foreign feelings all at once. The sensations added to the growth of his erection, more so when he gazed back at her ample chest, primal hunger radiating through him. He hesitated, though, not wanting to interrupt the waves of pleasure that she, too, was just discovering from their heated touches so far. She opened her eyes eventually, her breathing labored as she wrestled with her embarrassment, but her embarrassment transitioned into soft moans when she saw that he was running something over her body: an ocean lily. The petals were gentle and submissive against her skin as he teased her with the flower, smoothing it over her chest area, deliberately avoiding her breasts, sliding the petals down the expanse of her flat stomach and then skipping down from her knee to her feet. What she didn't see was that the petals of the flower turned a blessed black, the center glowing white.

He tickled her feet with the flower for a little while before leaning in to kiss them, running his lips up to her ankles and calf muscles. Yue let out sharp exhales and sank lower into the mattress, her face buried into the pillow. She then felt something wet slide against her; she would've deemed it to be rainwater that dripped from his drenched form, given they were doused by the storm, but the wet trickle of water was warm. She looked back at him, noting the reverent look on his face, the way his eyes brimmed as he quickly brushed the tear away from her skin before she could see it.

"It would hurt not seeing you every day. I was as good as dead without you."

She held her arms out lovingly, inviting him into them, and the flicker of emotions deeper than desire rose back up to the surface as he spilled his body into her arms, the blacked flower lost amid the other petals. Their bare chests made contact for the first time, and they sighed as another shockwave of pleasure drummed through their bodies. Her bosom was incredibly soft as it brushed against his pecs, and her hard nipples sent tingles through him from their sensations alone. He kissed his way down from her mouth to her chin and slid down the slope of her neck, smiling against her reverberations of ticklish laughter combined by soft mmms and aahs. He stopped just above her breasts. She panted in anticipation as he feasted his gaze on a black freckle sitting on her left breast. Like a little speck of La that printed itself over her heart.

Instinct was screaming at him to kiss that freckle, to draw that breast into his lips, and he wondered briefly how the sensation might feel for her. Ticklish at first, right? Yue was extremely ticklish. He reached forward and, with infinite care, cupped her left breast, letting out a sharp exhale with how much softer it felt in his hand than when it brushed against his chest. Softer than any flower he had ever touched, any bed of the sea he had ever melded into. He earned a response that was somewhere between a startled cry and a moan, a wild, oohhhh! Aaahhaaahhh! as her eyes squeezed shut. He pulled back wildly, but the negative reaction he feared never came. If her sex flush wasn't visible already, it had conquered her skin by this point.

"S-Sensitive…" she whimpered, spilling onto herself yet again, her body writhing, her breasts swaying, making his irises dance with them with every breath she took. She didn't have to explicitly tell him that she liked the feeling of his hands on her judging by the look on her face, the unspoken, Do it again.

Emboldened, he reached for her breasts again, this time with both of his hands, and he cupped a heavy globe in each palm. Another startled moan left her and did stranger things to him. Her eyes remained closed, lips pressed together, and when he gave her breasts a soft squeeze, a near-scream was ripped out of her. She arched her back, which made her breasts push into his hands, made her firm nipples press into the centers of his palms, the contact drawing erotic hums from their mouths. Pressure gushed from her bosom straight to her dampness. He kept squeezing the delectable globes and couldn't help himself when he eventually leaned forward, planting a kiss on the swell of her left breast right on the black freckle, earning a gasp, and then his tongue slid over the tiny mark, coaxing out a cry of surprise and pleasure that went straight from his ears to his tightening core. Another series of kisses on the mark, another series of moans and mewls, this time followed by her hands weaving their way into his hair and pushing his face to her didn't think it was possible for her nipples to harden more than they already were under his touch, and all she could do was succumb, let herself drift afloat in the oceans of ecstasy.

He flicked his thumbs over her sensitive nubs in curiosity and passion, and that did it; her body lifted from the mattress even more, her face contorted in ecstasy. He fully took the reins of instinct and licked the rock-hard nipple on her right breast this time, and the whine that followed made his heart melt and his hardness twitch. He latched fully, hungrily onto the said nipple, and she screamed from the sensitivity and the white-hot fireworks that shot through her system. One of her hands left his hair and clamped over her mouth, her eyes wide, but he withdrew that hand and kissed her lips before going back down to her breasts. Before she had the time to register, he began sucking on her teat.

"Ohhh La…!" she sang as the Ocean Spirit smiled against her skin. He softly kneaded her other breast while he worshipped the current one, lathering the skin with his hot breath and swirling his tongue in all the right ways and in all the right areas. Yue lost herself in the haze but dropped back into reality again after she felt his hardness press more prominently against her lower belly, the loincloth being the only barrier to their most intimate of touches yet. His attention was only on her breasts, though; he was mesmerized, overtaken by desperation when his worship became more ardent. He squeezed her breasts a tad bit harder, watching her face carefully for a potential sign of pain, but the sensation translated into her innermost depths and brought a highly pleasured moan out of her. Her legs shook, and her feminine essence flowed like a steady waterfall from her sex, drenching the sheets.

"So beautiful," he buried himself between her breasts and mumbled sweet praises at the softness of her bosom, at the scent of her heightened arousal that carried with it the fragrance of the flora. "So sexy," he growled and moved to her other breast, making her cry out. She crooned his name and held him to her chest as he indulged, continuing on a pattern of kissing, licking, sucking, even tugging and gently teasing her firm nubs with his teeth. He was spoiling her with the attention he was giving her breasts, lost completely in his passions.

Don't stop. She couldn't say it. She didn't have to. He knew, oh he knew the look on her face and everything that it meant. He kept up his rhythm, kissing and sucking and pulling, reaching into the undersides of her breasts with his wonderful tongue, drawing the characters of both of their names on the skin with his tongue. Yue's body jerked from the ecstasy and writhed beneath his weight. She gyrated her hips as his still-covered member brushed into the inside of her thighs, keeping away from her sex so the warmth wouldn't swallow up his stamina like the floods of her arousal were attempting to do. The pleasure became overwhelming as Yue felt a fierce tightening in her lower belly after a while of watching him enjoy her breasts— it felt hot to watch him dip down and capture a nipple all while looking at her with that primal gleam on his face. A strange pressure made her lower lips swell significantly. Her moans got even louder. Her body moved more quickly, desperately beneath him as her toes curled. Her hair cascaded like waves around her.

"Ahh...aaaaah…!" Her arms flew around his back, and she held onto him for dear life, sinking her head into his neck. She was trembling so fiercely that the warrior stopped what he was doing in panic, only to be greeted by a desperate groan with every flick of his thumb over a nipple.

They were like teenagers— they were teenagers now— exploring their sexuality for the first time, spurred by the groans of the storm. Coming out of a reality that robbed them of her childhood and adolescence and made them soldiers and martyrs upon birth, they attempted to move past how paralyzing her absence had been for him and how crippling their separation had been for her. The grief had rooted itself deep within them, killed any form of desire before it could take root, but now, they actively attempted to overtake the pain and compensate their lost years with indulgence and renewed youth. Desire filled every pore of their separated being, seeking union, seeking oneness. The smallest of barriers were sinful; the smallest of binding moments became sacred.

Warmth suddenly washed over Yue, making her skin feel feverish, even faint. Even the touch of the petals seemed to be over-stimulating her. "Sokka, I…"

"Are you in pain—?!"

She shook her head, breathing harder. With the pleasurable tingle of his inner Tui that sent more excitement racing through him, he realized that her struggle was a good struggle. That all she needed to do was let go. "Yue, please...tell me what you want, my love," he went back to kissing her breasts, swallowing a petal that stood in the way. "Whatever you want...I can get you...whatever you want..."

Just as he said it in her dream. She bit down on her lip and flushed all over as her pleasure climbed with all that he was doing with his delightful mouth, but dear Tui and La, she didn't even know what she wanted anymore as his breath hovered tauntingly over her nipple.

"Does it feel good?"

"Hhhaa...hnnng…" she managed a nod before burying her face entirely in his chest. "I-I can't stop it—OH!"

"Don't stop it. Let it happen," he kissed her lips, "I think it'll feel really good…" he watched the pleasure mount on her contorted face and let his own moans escape. He dove into the valley of her bosom, his hands not leaving her prominent globes, worshipping him in whichever way his instinct led him to, coaxing her towards the spiraling pleasure. And his reverence quickly bore fruit.

"Aaah...aaahhhhaaAAAA! SOKKA!" Yue burst, her sex coating him in a powerful flood that drenched his loin cloth entirely. Following a rumble of thunder, she screamed as she came from her breasts being thoroughly stimulated, wonderful spasms rocking her glowing body in her first-ever orgasmic experience. She tipped her head back and arched completely into his frame, squeezing her eyes shut and seeing blinding stars within. Every inch of her body tingled as her powerful climax brought more screams out of her. Sokka's instinct was to latch onto fear because he'd never heard her scream like this, but the continued warmth that churned in his chest assured him that this was good. Ecstatic. Euphoric. Yes, this was her first taste of euphoria. It was written all over her beautiful face— the way her lips parted, a symphony of moans and other sounds he had never heard from her leaving her. Sokka pressed his lips together and swallowed, hardening even more at the erotic sight before him. His face was raided by a highly intense blush and a series of goosebumps that made his member throb rapidly, so much that he feared he would "let his reins loose," as the tribesmen would put it. A soft moan eventually left his lips as he drank in the rapturous sight of the moon's pleasurable high, the continued orgasmic dance of her body. In spite of the sensual haze that he was cast in, he nevertheless wrapped his arms around her and held her through her release, kissing her shaking face, watching her expression with wide eyes and a blend of curiosity, fascination, and awe.

After what seemed like a long time of her simply releasing again and again against the sheets, she fell back, the intensity of the climax still surging through her as she listened to the intense pattering of the rain against the window panes. This feeling...she didn't know how to describe it. All she felt was a persistent sense of pressure in her lower belly. Warmth had transitioned into heat then a straight-up fire-like feeling. It was addicting. It was stimulating. And she'd never felt more alive. How quickly into their session she had experienced this, and he hadn't even touched her there yet. She kept her eyes closed, unsure of how to handle the way her embarrassment burned and lit up her dormant soul, how the embarrassment gave way to the deluge of her wet pleasure, how a new fire— much more different and intense— ignited and emitted greater heat through her pores. But through it all, she had never felt so emotionally overwhelmed. Her first sexual experience, bestowed while she was in the arms of the man who loved her, the man she loved...what about this was as undignified as people made it out to be when they demanded that she stay untouched, unloved in the clouds above? The act of setting foot back in the physical world with renewed life made them all spit in her direction. They called her a slut every chance they got. They robbed her of feelings that were so divine. Her duty and her usefulness to the tribe...this was all that mattered. But now, Sokka had reawakened the part of her that was forced to accept annihilation a long time. The ecstasy that echoed through her being right this moment was not only physical; it was no less than a taste of La's sacred seduction. A moment of intimacy that rivaled all other feelings she had experienced during her time.

"Baby?"

She dared to open her eyes and saw that her vision was blurred with her tears. He was looking down at her in fear again, regret beginning to build up and form tears in his own eyes. "Did I hurt you?! I-I'm so sorry, I—!"

But she shook her head and pulled him in for a kiss, a breathless chuckle leaving her. She brought him in for an embrace and leaned against his shoulder. "I'm overwhelmed, that's all. I've never felt anything so...It was wonderful, you were wonderful…" And she kissed his bicep heatedly and brushed away his sweat, working her way up and down his shoulder, indicating nothing but want and need as her sensitive breasts brushed against his chest. Without her knowledge, her irises had started churning, and they met his— a mysterious blue-black in color, wavering in devotion. He, too, was fisting the sheets as if holding back, sweat dripping down his face, but in spite of his nervousness, in spite of the strain that shook his body, his awe kept him glued to her, kept letting tenderness shoot through because of the way her face became more luminous, because of the afterglow that made her eyelids sleepy but sent her lips curling into a tiny, very tiny smile which threatened to break through her embarrassment. Her first taste of pleasure in her human form, and her entire body was flushed. Within him churned the pride that he did this, that he was responsible for the ecstasy written on her body.

He wanted to do it again.

She panted heavily as he trailed his love-dazed gaze down her sweat-soaked, climax-flooded body. His lips found their way back to her skin, earning shudders of anticipation, a long moan of sensitivity with every additional kiss he placed on her breasts— he might as well live there now given how in love he was with her assets. She was really sensitive there, but it wasn't to the point of not wanting to be touched. In fact, it was the opposite— she kept wanting to be touched there, kept shrieking and laughing and moaning from his ticklish, tantalizing touch. Mesmerized by the display of her pleasure, he brought their hips together after refraining from the fear that he would give out, and he instinctively began to move his hips slowly like he did before, his clothed phallus grazing the inside of her thighs against the walls of her flooded legs. His face dove into her bosom again and kissed her in all the right ways once more, and as soon as his member brushed against her slickness, another scream of his name, another layer of erotic flush, and another gush of her feminine oceans sent her spiraling back into that same world of pleasure.

"That's it, baby," he whispered, sinking into her neck as she rode out her pleasure. He held her through her second climax and kept circling his hips slowly. "Aah...Yue…"

"Ohh!"

"Haaah!" He felt as if his manhood was on literal fire, too much for even his fiery form to handle. Tightening pain juxtaposed by bouts of ecstasy swirled in him. He hissed and moaned all at once, and his hands trailed down her sides and rested on her waist before squeezing softly, reveling in her sighs. Yue softly nipped at the skin of his sternum, the act sending pleasure gushing even more through him. His member throbbed even more as his inner Tui moved sensually within him, matching Her counterpart, and before long, he felt liquid leaking from his erection and staining his loincloth. His heart stopped. What was...was that…? Already?! But I can't…! Not yet! But he wasn't feeling any different in his strain; he was still rock-hard, still tight down there. The liquid trailed out onto his thigh, clear to the sight and indicating it was pre-ejaculate, but his need was nevertheless urgent.

Not now, he growled and squeezed his eyes shut in time for his irises to turn black; his muscles grew more tensed, stoic in their efforts to keep himself together. What quickly overtook his thoughts next was the increasingly tantalizing smell of her aroused rivers flowing from her intimate area. She blushed heavily from the mess she could feel between her thighs and felt reluctant to open her legs, but he wasn't in a rush to get to that part. He wanted to take his time. The lower he went, the more strongly he could smell her arousal, but he gripped the sheets to contain the surge of excitement in his loins, the other hand thumbing her navel. He dipped his head into her stomach and resumed his kisses, traveling up and down, his tongue eventually slipping into her belly button, making her writhe beneath him. His hands caressed her entire upper body again, alternating from squeezing her waists to her breasts and then jutting below her waist to knead her buttocks. Her closed legs quivered, and her hips bucked up against him in instinct. She didn't realize what she was doing in her daze; otherwise, she would've been turned to a pool of further embarrassment from the knowledge that his face was extremely close to her private area. With another squeeze of one of her bottom cheeks, she moaned and turned to hide her face in the pillow, turning to where she was on her stomach.

With a smirk driven by instinct, he loomed over her, continuously squeezing her soft lower cheeks, feeling more of her impossibly wet arousal drip down and soak his loincloth as his hardness sought contact with her thigh. Her body pushed into him, and her hips gyrated against his, increasing his need. Her back invited him again, and he released a shower of kisses onto the back of her shoulder and worked his way all over her back again, licking away the petals that clung to her rain-soaked, perspiring skin. He inched to the sides of her waist before moving down more, a little bit more and, "Ohhhhh!" She squirmed on the bed and clenched her lower body as his mouth found its way to the curve of her bottom and gently began kissing the skin. Hands followed and gently squeezed. The sensations went straight to her damp center, and she grabbed tight hold of the pillows, mewling into them. Seconds later, and it became too much for her, so she rolled back over, nearly out of breath.

In her daze, she let herself loose and spread her legs, revealing herself to her lover. And how wet she was as if housing an ocean within her. She felt entirely like boiling liquid at this point, heated further with the last remaining bits and pieces of her modesty shattered before him. At one point, it seemed as if she was the water itself, ebbing, flowing, moving away from all of her inhibitions. Although his manhood twitched in instinctive anticipation, he kept his eyes on her face, tracing her image with his heated look. When her rasp of anticipation gave him permission to go on, he let his eyes trail down to her soaked womanhood. It resembled a white flower from which a steady stream of liquid oozed out through the deep center of a slit-like opening. The delicate folds surrounding it were swollen with need and housed scarce, tiny silks of white pubic hair. Her skin was glimmering even more with the slick of her arousal, which seemed to be just a little thicker in substance than he expected. The insides of her thighs were completely drenched by this same liquid of meager viscosity.

Sokka was lost in an overload of overwhelming sensations and feelings; the innermost part of him was standing at attention with the way her pheromones hit him hard, raising within both of them an uncontrollable urge that nearly made them tear up and quiver with absolute love and need for each other. And yet, he could see it all in her face— the lingering uncertainty, a peeping self-consciousness, a worried awareness. He even spotted a tear of two swirling in her gaze, a kind of brewing panic that made her fingers grip the sheets in tenseness rather than pleasure, in the resemblance of her fight-or-flight instinct that would allow her to cover herself up if he felt repulsed. So he kissed her forehead, feeling her body begin to relax beneath him, feeling her arms wrap around his torso. His lips were soft and calm, overpowering the rage of sensations in his manhood. "Every part of you is beautiful," he told her, fondling her breasts again to make her feel more relaxed and pleasured. She sang her contentment with another chorus of soft moans, her satiated nipples coming alive again with need. She wasn't as surprised this time when he traveled back down her luscious body, his lips sucking the skin of her belly, lapping around her lower stomach. He moved further down, seeking her womanly fragrance that continued to pool between her legs and drench the sheets, stopping just before he could plant a kiss.

What caught his eyes through the stream of her arousal was the presence of a hardened, swollen part of the skin— almost like a button— that peeked out a little ways up from the opening of her womanly flower. He moved down a little further and leaned in until his face was highly close to her crotch. He broke out into a sweat at he ogled at her, and his warm breath tickled her button-like area and made her legs quiver. Keeping one hand on her waist, he let his other hand slip between her legs, and his fingertips reached forward for a touch, a feel of her liquid heat that drenched the button-like flesh. Upon contact, Yue gasped sharply, her palms assaulting his hair. Sokka experimentally brushed his thumb over the area again, watching the rapture that unfolded on her face as she cried out. With a hint of a smile, he leaned in further and kissed her intimate skin, lips enclosing the soft, wet mound, and before he knew it, her hips jolted upward, a startled yelp leaving her because he kissed her there of all places and ohh La!

An amorous look from her lover drew out a ragged breath from her as her legs parted a little more by instinct, giving him easier access. He lunged forward again and continued to kiss her there, moaning into her skin and sending vibrations through her core. Her hips danced as his hands cupped her lower body. Her scent was getting to his head and awakening other needs in him— the need to delve further into her womanly fragrance. The need to taste her. So he did, his tongue probing her wet flesh, lapping up some of her essence, reveling in the series of moonlit moans that followed. He smiled into her heat and mimicked the motions he usually made during their makeouts. The hands around her hips massaged her sides while his tongue made circles, zig-zags, tracing her name and then his on her swollen flesh.

Yue was anything but still in this encounter; pressure built rapidly in her lower belly as her hips bounced in response to the explosions of heat coming from the sharp tingles of euphoria that raced through her core, conquering the last of her good sense. Bucking her hips, she grasped his hair and urged him with gentle tugs. Soon enough, the sensations became too much; she ended up somehow sitting on her elbows and fiercely gripping the sheets, watching his head move between her thighs and lean into her moving hips. Her grunts and moans were getting louder, similar to how they had before her climax earlier. Taking note of the fact, he looked up at her while quickening his pace, and the meeting of their gazes combined by a flick of his tongue made her lose her composure. She screamed again, her hands gripping his hair as her head fell back, and he watched her unfold, watched the way her hair clung to the layer of sweat that doused her body. Her breasts bounced, her toes curled, and her body shook as her orgasm lit her loins afire. She didn't think it was possible for her to be wetter than she already was until another copious stream flowed out of her, drenching his lips and chin. The deluge and the squirming of her hips at the sudden sensitivity of her clitoris made her hiss, and he moved away, desire laced with caution. Yue found her way back to the mattress, face contorted as she continued to ride out her climax; it seemed longer than her first and much more pleasurable given its duration and how appeared to have forgotten how to breathe.

Sokka licked his lips, tasting more of her essence. Her taste was so wonderful, sweet like nectar given she was sweetness personified. He dove back between her legs, this time aiming for the opening that spewed out her liquid pleasure. She bit down on her hand to silence her embarrassingly loud screams and continued to release more of her essence into his eager mouth. Occasionally, he brushed a gentle finger against her recovering clitoris, sending more jolts through her, and combined with the pressure that he applied around her opening, she slipped easily into another climactic shriek. Her thighs clamped around him, and she whispered his name through her release, erect nipples pointing to the ceiling. He kissed and lapped at her creamy thighs, having proved that he had no inhibitions in kissing her where she had never even dreamed to be kissed— well, until the other night when she dreamed of his hands being everywhere on her body.

Sokka finally pulled back with the urgent tug of her hand, and he trailed back up, content to see the senseless bliss on her face. They lay that way for a moment, Sokka's hands seeking purchase wherever they could, wherever she wasn't too sensitized from their activities thus far. Their lips met for another waltz, by far the most heated one they've had yet. She tasted herself on his tongue, their wild liplock made sweeter by the remnant taste of the xocolātl on her tongue. He could feel her chi tug at his, feel her energy vibrate with need just as much as his, so it wasn't long before he slid his hand back between her thighs, his fingers lost in the seas of heat that continued to pool beneath her. He fished for her pleasure bead and teased it, making her gasp into his mouth before he moved down a little and stopping when he reached her vaginal entrance. She was impossibly wet, and her dampness would've sucked his finger in easily if not for the care he took to be still, to pull away from her lips long enough to watch her for a sign that he should continue. The ecstatic mess that was the Moon Spirit made a little noise of approval and pulled him back to her mouth.

Sokka didn't lose sight of his caution no matter how tempting her invitation. He closed his eyes to prevent the glow of darkness from being seen, and his hand liquified, now nothing more than a sculpted form made of warm water in efforts to make his entry completely painless for her. His watery finger probed carefully at the entrance until the wetness of his finger and her intimate area made his index finger slip into her tightness more easily than either of them expected, making it seem as if warm water was entering her. Yue keened and thrust her chest upward while her back pushed up in an erotic concave form. A relaxed sigh left her from the nearly sedative effects of what was literally warm water sloshing within her, stretching her without making her feel the stretch, but it wasn't until he solidified that the pleasure washed over her.

Nothing in the world could've prepared him for the wet velvet heat that engulfed his finger, providing him with a touch of bliss that sent him shuddering and crying out from the beauty of the feeling, but this was not just about him. He blinked away the sweat that got into his eyes and searched her face. She didn't seem to be in any kind of pain or discomfort; she only relished the newness of the feeling, the new kind of pleasure that burned through her at having something enter her for the first time. Her fingers dug into his back and shoulders, and her lips parted to let an oh escape. Holding his breath, he pulled his finger out of her, bringing with him another river of her release, and his finger rode the waves back into her. This time, his entrance was greeted with a pleased groan as she arched into him, her hips shifting in efforts to take more of him in, and her tight walls clamped down on his finger, drawing an elongated wail out of her.

"Y-You like that?"

She couldn't make out a noise. She could only hold her breath and respond with a silent scream.

"Yue," he whispered, "love, look at me."

And when she did, he began to move his finger back and forth, in and out, parting her folds, feeling and exploring them a little with his drenched fingers before sliding back in. Her eyes widened, but she didn't break contact with him. Breathing hard himself, he picked up on a slow rhythm, stopping only whenever her walls gripped him to try to keep him inside. He curled his finger inside of her, making a hook-like motion, and she clutched his shoulders with greater urgency, seeking more friction because he could go deeper than he was. Obviously, he was holding back to prevent discomfort. What he could do to enhance her pleasure, however, was slip another finger in. Slowly, cautiously, repeating the water technique from before and then solidifying. Yue felt herself being stretched in the most glorious way imaginable. Her lower body was heating up even more as he explored her insides, massaged her tight walls and lush channel. He made different motions with his fingers and grunted with every squeeze of her tightness, moaning as he imagined how it would feel when he was actually inside of her. He didn't think he could stay conscious up to that point; how was he expected to when the beautiful Moon rendered him nearly unconscious again and again?

"M-More," she went entirely crimson as she voiced her want. "A little faster…"

He beamed, and by now, he was pushing both fingers inside of her as much as he could. Very cautiously, he quickened his pace, thrusting with a little more pressure. As she keened in encouragement, he thrust until the knuckles of his two fingers touched her. He whispered in her ear, "Another one?" And she nodded rapidly, assuring him with more urgent kisses. A third finger slid in, and she stretched to accommodate him, sighing in utter bliss. She arched high off of the bed, nipples harder than ever, slicing the air with every bounce of her breasts. When his fingers hit an especially sensitive area in the more shallow part of her channel, she cried out his name. "T-There…!"

"Here?"

"Yes— haahh!"

A slightly faster pace meant a quick stir of heat that climbed through her loins up to her hips. Her anticipation increased when he took hold of a nipple in his mouth and suckled. His hips bucked against the inside of her thigh, and he hissed at his painful hardness. Her hips moved with rough desperation, and before long, the familiar twist of her brows indicating another intense climax in the works. She was teetering at the edge.

"Yue," he whispered. "Come for me, baby."

And she did, fluttering around him, feeling filled without even being completely filled yet. She pleasure was too much; she nearly passed out, her voice breaking from her abundant screams. She ended up squirting all over his hand and completely drenching what remained of his loincloth, the liquid gushing over his thigh and trickling down his legs as well as hers. He pulled his fingers out of her, an enraptured little smile on his face as she sought leverage against the pillows and tried to catch her breath, her womanhood clenching pitifully at the emptiness. When the aftershocks settled in, her face became beet red from self-consciousness, but it transitioned into greater desire when he brought his drenched fingers up to his lips and sucked on her release. The sight triggered a dark sliver of hunger in her irises.

Yue suddenly sat up and turned to take her place on his lap; numerous orgasms in, and she was finally able to move out of her daze long enough to make him feel the tremble of anticipation that she was feeling. He welcomed the chieftess onto his intimate throne and secured her there by wrapping his arms around her, and he panted, eyes lightening with love and peaking desire. He couldn't turn away from her, couldn't ignore the way her top lip chewed on her bottom one, the way her breasts swung and hovered so close to his mouth as she shifted in his lap, sending sparks through his loins. He could feel his aching manhood press against her incredibly warm skin, their doused forms increasing the slick of their friction, his damp loin cloth just waiting to be ripped off given its utter uselessness at the moment. The contact of her heat and his closed hardness made their experience more intense; she whimpered and shook, biting into his bicep to muffle her groans, and he tensed his muscles again, chanting, not now, not now from within.

Her teeth grazed against his skin once more before she transitioned into heated pecks. He shuddered, moisture filling his vision for some reason, but with a kiss, she silenced his worries. Her attention flew to the ragged loincloth that stubbornly clung to his member; she kept her gaze on it while her fingers traced the muscles of his biceps and chest, drying his sweat-coated body. She reached the tie of his loincloth, blushing wildly and looking at him. She took a moment to admire him, the way he so willingly and vulnerably sprawled out in front of her, the scent of her arousal marking him. He was hardly breathing as he observed her, and his hips, which had tried to exercise control all this time, moved against hers in need. She could feel him, hard and hot, aching the cool air instead of the suffocating cloth, so she slowly untied the knot and removed the last barrier between them.

She, too, wasn't prepared for what she would see. The throbbing, pulsing personification of masculine heat, lightly covered in veins, jumped into view, a trail of clear liquid streaming down continuously. He was bigger than what the cloth let on, and his size was definitely a cause for a sliver of intimidation given what they would eventually get to do, but all she could see now was that it was painfully engorged, flushed to a near purple. Sokka swallowed, seeming timid and nervous as she blinked at his stiff, stimulated organ, also blushing intensely. Every now and then, she averted her eyes only to return to his erection. She simply hadn't seen a man this way, and it was definitely taking her some time to get past her shyness, but he mistook the reverent silence for awkwardness and uncertainty. Before he knew it, she was looking back at him, noticing that flicker of worry and embarrassment in him. That fierce instinct to please her, that dire need for her approval. So she leaned down and kissed him, slower this time. Her exquisitely long strands, housing a few petals here and there, draped over his shoulders while she placed a kiss to his neck, drawing a moan out of him. "You're beautiful, too."

His chest swelled with endearment as they embraced for the first time in full nudity, entirely exposed in front of each other. He breathed in her scent, her warmth, her touch. He engraved in his mind the way her hair tickled his shoulders, the way she pulled him into her grasp, the way he nuzzled so naturally against her neck. One of her hands rubbed up and down his chest before folding around his torso, her fingers ultimately digging into his back. Her other hand ventured lower, lacing his fingers. "What...what should...what do you want me to…?"

"Let me kiss you," he moved down to kiss her belly button, but she pushed him to where he lay on his back. She pinned his arms above his head and froze his hands to the icy headboard. He glanced up at her beautiful nude form, craning his neck to get a taste of her skin again and pouting when she moved away. His erection twitched, growing just when he didn't think it was possible for him to grow anymore.

Yue's face reddened as did her entire body as she tried to focus. She leaned close to him, tracing her tongue over her name that marked his sensitized skin, and he felt the delicious heat in his body increase, coaxing him to buck his hips. Yue braced herself on his thighs and took her place between his legs, working her heated mouth down his abdomen. Her hand casually traced his biceps, sauntered around his frame, moved down his dark-chocolate front until slipping into the valley beneath his stomach, reaching his pelvic area and ohhhh that made him tense up like never before. She found it amusing to see the faces he was making when confronting the pleasure that they were denied for too long, and within her was the satisfaction that she was responsible for the high he was reaching now.

"C-Can I touch you?"

He broke into another sweat as he stared at her. He nodded though wary of his plight; first times usually meant that men wouldn't last for very long, and he didn't want to succumb to that reality, but he was aching to be touched by her, aching for her approval and satisfaction. "P-Please..." He tensed even further as she took another look at his erection and tried to summon her memories of her age-old anatomy book, but nothing came to her mind at the moment. She told herself, though, not to let her timidity get in the way of pleasing him— she, too, wanted to touch him out of instinctual curiosity— so she reached a point where she let go of all thoughts and simply let that innate instinct take over her. Keeping her eyes on him, she finally reached down, slender fingers careful as she touched him.

"Aaaahhh, Yue!" he cried out, bucking into her hand from expected sensitivity. Some of his pre-ejaculate brushed against her wrist, and he let out a long moan. The sensation was overwhelming; he's never had anyone touch him there, to begin with, but what enhanced the onset of his delirious pleasure was the fact that this was Yue, and she was staring up at him, flushing at his reaction. She touched him again, applying some pressure, and the move drew a very loud moan out of him, which transitioned into a hiss. She blinked curiously as his member swelled even more, and more of the clear liquid leaking from him dribbled onto her palm.

"Yue Yue Yue," he whispered like a mantra, his arms wriggling. He needed to touch her, too, not just be touched. He needed to hold onto her, rock their bodies together, but Yue's focus was all about pleasuring him right now. Her fingers tentatively began to explore, running from his base to his tip, thumbing more of the liquid that was leaking out of him and smearing it over his member. She seemed to have been in disbelief that she was in this situation, but she admitted that she loved, craved seeing him slowly come undone. She liked the deep inflections of his voice during his grunts and growls, the vulnerability in his whines, the energy in his upward thrusts. She dripped even more just by watching him, and her pheromones added to the engorgement of his shaft.

"G-Good?" she asked.

"Mmmhhhhh...Yue…ohhhh," he gasped, "Sweet Goddess..."

Her hand rested idly on his thigh as her other hand worked him. The muscles in his abdomen jumped at the sensual motions. She continued her motions for a while before her hand wrapped itself completely around his girth and grasped his length, drawing a sharp inhale and a moan from him, a wild blush coating her cheeks. Sokka alternated between whimpers and moans, which encouraged her to keep touching him there. His hips tried to keep still but failed to do so, and it took a few more sensations of wife's hot touch, which had now gravitated to his richly filled sack, for him to realize that he could've come right there. His senses were in complete overdrive.

"Nnnnghhh! Aaah…! P-Please, Yue, you gotta stop, please...!"

She drew her hand back, panting, eyes wild. "D-Did I...?"

"N-No...ngghhh! You're perfect, I think I might… I don't want to...not yet…"

She understood what he meant and grew more flustered, melting the confines at his hands, and she squealed when he pulled her down over to him and crashed their lips together. His eager hands trailed down her back and gripped her buttocks, making her moan with every grope and every squeeze. She dripped onto his thigh, and adding to the hot pulses of pleasure jolting through her was the heightened stimulation that resulted from his mouth enclosing the tip of one of her breasts, rolling her nipple with his tongue, lathering and sucking, running his tongue on her freckle. To get better leverage, he rolled over to where he was back on top, once again finding his lips on her nipple; by now, her inviting bosom had become his obsession.

Yue wrapped her legs around his waist, taking Sokka by complete surprise. The act made him get unbelievably closer to her. His member slid up her slippery thighs, rubbing once more against her moist heat. They drank in the other's vocalized passions and responded with eager secretions— her abundant lubrication and his copious pre-ejaculate, mixing and dripping between their grazing thighs. The rhythm of their hips was in greater sync now, caught in a slow, careful grind. Sweat dripped from their temples, surging down their necks and dousing their intertwined necklaces. He could not resist kissing her, kissing her face and eyes, every part of her, and his attention resulted in another one of the orgasms that rippled within her, this time coming as a surprise and pouring over her with a wave of heat radiating from her throbbing clitoris and engorged lower lips. Another moan of delight dissipated into the air as she thrust her breasts against him and molded into the frame of his body, coming even harder than before.

With great difficulty, Sokka forced himself to hold back, fisting the sheets and letting his black aura shoot through and keep his member from giving in. Every quiver of her outer lips tempted him by soaking his member with her arousal, but he forced his temptations to a halt. Love filled his shaking body as he kissed away the sweat on her body. He instinctively massaged her sides and couldn't resist cupping her bottom as she shook beneath him and held firmly onto him through her release. Indeed, Yue was too far gone into the toe-curling sensations that she had become so acquainted within such a short time. Her suppressed desires were exposed and fulfilled more and more with every physical release of her love juices, and the sensations were divine, to say the least. Her sweaty eyelids drooped as she gazed at him through her hooded gaze, and he smiled breathlessly, tender and full of fascination, admiring her heaving body, reveling in her enjoyment.

Yue wasn't sure how much more of this she could take, and as she took another bashful glance at his manhood, she was beside herself with how painfully swollen it was. And indeed, he was burning, tightening more than he thought was possible, but he only chuckled at her reaction and kissed the expanse of her lower belly, softly nibbling at the skin, forcing back the eruption that would've crossed his intimate threshold. His fingers dove back into her stretched entrance and worked within her wet walls, curling inside of her, bringing on the thrums of heat. He moved in tune with her harsh gasps and tilted his hips a little, seeking another angle, and the familiar sexual tension coiled through her belly, preparing her for another, much quicker release. She clamped around his fingers, impossibly, embarrassingly drenched as if she was a body of water— limbs flowing like liquid and all— instead of a human made of earthen flesh.

"More...more of that..." she whispered.

Sokka made his hand turn watery again, and he summoned more water to flow and add to the size of his water-sculped "fingers." The result was that she was stretched even more and yet kept as relaxed and pleasured as possible. The water within her continued swelling until it reached the size of his girth. Yue felt so full, felt a particularly significant stretch that stopped just short of reaching her maidenhood. Of course, she didn't see his water technique but still felt a significant loss when he pulled out his watery appendage. She whimpered, wanting more of that, and her unspoken wish was granted as his fingers entered her again and stretched her once more. The light, full sensation began to slip in and out along with his fingers, once again massaging her walls and doing so enough times so she's ready. While working his fingers inside of her, he squeezed her waist with his other hand and rubbed his scorching member against her pleasure bud, losing himself in the Goddess. The canyons of her womanhood kissed his fingers while his mouth trekked up the slope of her breasts, resembling the softest of hills. Her dark areolas were like fields of soil, her nipples the only flowers sprouting from them, and he, a starved honeybee, suckled like there was no tomorrow, his nose brushing against the waves of her white locks. Gentle tremors of her climax mimicked the vibrations in the earth; who knew the cure to the decades-long dilemma was hidden in the octaves of cries during intimacy?

By now, Yue had lost count of how many times she reached orgasmic paradise, but like a wolf in heat, she was yet to be fully satiated. "S-Sokka…" She panted, whimpering with every throb of her sensitive entrance while she watched him pull his fingers out of her and sucked them clean, flashing her a look of want. She grabbed his torso, pushing his hips flush against hers. She trembled, unsure of what exactly she wanted to say, what exactly was driving her want, her longing for something. Of course, the goal was to be joined, but what she unconsciously craved was something deeper, something that transcended a worldly want but was immanent within it. His palms cupped face, and the kiss that followed was slow and agonizingly so. She wanted him, and oh, how he was dying for her, but a lingering worry shot through him as he kept remembering the pain that would supposedly hit her with their moment of union. He became tense on a level apart from his sexual excitement, and his movements became infinitely softer. He nearly fainted when her hand reached down to grab him, and he spilled a choked moan into her mouth. "Yue…"

"I want you," she murmurs, kissing him everywhere on his chest. He grunted and blinked, flashing her a moist look.

"Sokka," she softened, her hand brushed through his hair. "Sokka, what's wrong?"

"I don't want to hurt you," he swallowed. "I feel like I'll hurt you no matter how slow I…"

"They say it doesn't hurt for some women."

"But you can't tell until…what if it hurts for you?"

"It'll be a good kind of pain," she kissed his neck, but that didn't make him feel any better.

"Don't justify it," he nuzzled his nose against hers, eyes glazed. "I don't want you to be in pain."

"You didn't hurt me earlier," she referred to the way his fingers explored her.

"But I didn't go that deep, and it's not the same as…"

"It shouldn't last long," she cut him off with a kiss, whispering further, "I've wanted this for us... I've wanted you for a long time." An innocent blink in the backdrop of a not-so-innocent heat. "It's not wrong, is it?"

He kissed her fiercely in response, kissed her all over, a shudder leaving him, and he didn't have to say it for her to know that he wanted this, too, that their mutual want was divine and written in all of creation. He wanted not just the inferior physical gratification that came with their union but the superior ecstasy from way their bond would be sealed, the prospects of life it would bring about. It would give her a reason to not take risks, to never think of sacrificing for any cause because of how much he needed her, how much their family would need her. This was the moment that would set their future in motion.

"You will tell me if you want me to stop." It was an order, not a request.

"I will, just please…"

"Yes…"

His thumb searched again for her bundle of nerves and teased her, filling her anticipation with more mounting pleasure, and it took all of her strength not to cry out so loudly when he finally positioned himself back between her legs, pulling his torso up to be in level with hers as his erection pressed against her wet folds. Shockwaves burst through both of them, making him, especially, feel lightheaded. He ground his hips against hers for another moment before grasping his hardness and grazed her folds further with it.

"N-Now?"

"Now."

Another burst of La energy turned his member watery this time, and he repeated the technique by very gently, steadily easing himself in. He didn't feel anything but his watery self— that's how careful he was in his watery shifts, and in all honesty, they joined together like the flowing of two tributaries into one ocean— but he did see the anticipation on her face reach a pleasured gasp.

"It doesn't hurt, right?"

She shook her head and moved her hips; he wasn't inside nearly enough, and she desperately tried to take more or him, doubting whether he really was trying to enter her, but her doubts dissipated. Very slowly, very gradually, he let his member take on its human form of heated flesh, throbbing, pulsing hardness that squeezed into her heavenly walls that the real pleasure slammed into their cores and made her walls flutter. As he hit a particular pleasurable spot within her, she screamed, making him freeze halfway, but her arms splayed themselves around him and pulled at him, making him push deeper into her. He nearly fainted at the move, and before he could comprehend what was happening, he found himself easily plunging into her wet, unexplored, innermost depths, pushing past her maidenhood and entering her womb.

They finally became one. Not yet a merged Being but nevertheless joined as one.

"S-S...kka…h-haahhh!" Yue let out her loudest chorus of moans yet and sighed in sheer euphoria, not a sign of pain or discomfort on her face even as he plunged into her once-virginal depths. On her expression was only the thrill of being so filled. Sokka balanced himself by fisting the sheets, holding onto himself with his arms splayed on either side of her body. He focused all of his attention on her, and when he saw that she really wasn't in any sort of pain, he let himself give in and felt her around his girth. Hot white bursts sparked behind his eyes as he voiced out his pleasure with a sharp gasp and a roaring moan, and with great difficulty, he held back from spilling into her. His hands clenched the sheets in further desperation, and he moaned her name as she gripped him tightly— Great Goddess, she was so tight around him but delightfully stretched, continuously stretching to welcome him into her. He thought he was pleasured enough when his fingers entered her, but when he himself was inside of her, the sensations became a hundred times more intense with every passing second.

But he still had to know if she was in pain and whether she was masking it. He braced himself and pulled out, but to his great relief, he didn't see blood. The wall of her maidenhood was breached, but there was no blood. He whimpered in glee and saw that the pleasure on her face was real and genuinely painless, but she was quickly disappointed with the way he pulled out of her, the way he was taking so long to enter her agai— "Ohhhhhhh!"

Sokka let his instinct take the reins from there; with a thrust accompanied by a groan, he sheathed himself back inside of her, still gentle but this time fitting all of him in. There was no doubt that he was big, but she took him so well, so eagerly. Her legs went back around his waist, her arms wrapped themselves around his neck, and she clung to him, her breathing becoming harder and harder as he touched the deepest parts of her and rubbed against her sweetest spot. Seconds later, she tipped over in an unexpected climax just from his second entry into her. She shook and convulsed and writhed under him, her walls clamping on him fiercely, intensely. He felt like he was in a river of warm liquid as she released directly over his manhood, her sweat mingling with his, her arousal mixing with his increased secretion of pre-ejaculate. He grunted and pulled back but not completely, just enough to give her a brief orgasmic reprive before thrusting inside again, prolonging her climax and fueling the crescendo in her womb.

It took a while before she came down from her high, and when she did, he stayed absolutely still, but her hips were eager and felt no reason to back out when there was not even an ounce of pain, so her pelvic girdle moved sensuously, seeking more of him, coaxing him to move. So he did, and when he felt an excited breath leave her, he took to a rhythm from there, slipping in and out, moving in accordance with slow and shallow thrusts. He breathed in more of her feminine scent and basked in their intimacy, growing even harder and filling her even more with his extensive length. Their lips embraced, their tongues intertwined, their chis melded together and vibrated with the frenzy of union. Yue's fingers dug into his back, and she bit his shoulder to keep her hollers muffled. The bite and the movement of her hips spurred him on, and he clenched his teeth to stop himself from going any faster, but then she relieved him when she whispered in his ear, "Faster," and he picked up his thrusts, warming up to their passionate activity.

The bed creaked from the jolts of their meeting hips, from the clap of his engorged balls against her womanhood. Their eyes sought no other refuge but in each other's, leaking passions. Yue caressed his face with her palm, and he touched her forehead with his, sharing a moan with her. To think that the world, in its great innocence, saw what Tui and La had was a cosmic dance, but it did not see that the cosmic dance was manifest in the rhythm of lovemaking.

"So good," he rasped. "You feel so good, baby…"

Yue mewled against his pecs, her lips brushing against her name on his skin. Their necklaces were locked together, tucked between their sweating, embracing bodies, naked as the day they were born save for their marital necklaces. Sokka kissed the top of her head, whispering her name over and over, cradling her body with his arms. Her teeth nipped at his lips as he fought to keep from spilling his essence, unable to stop the rock of his hips. She trembled in overwhelmed ecstasy before letting a bout of passion consume her, and with a quick jolt, she pushed him to where he rolled over onto his back. Both whined at the broken contact, but then she climbed back over him and straddled him. They kissed senselessly while she moved in his lap, and soon, she slowly impaled herself back onto his bobbing erection. His hips left the bed as he thrust upward, and they both groaned as he filled her to the hilt and pulsed within her. The look on her face nearly made him come; the Goddess at the peak of her erotic display now beginning to ride him, a divine spark in her pupils as she looked down and returned his intense stare, moonlight swiveling in her irises— it was enough to make him a goner. Her milky hair stuck to the sheen of sweat that coated her equally milky body, stained by his own droplets of perspiration. She worked her hips, running entirely on instinct, and he held her hips, squeezing them.

"Oh!" she cried with another one of his thrusts right up against her g-spot. Her hand was back on his cheek, softly stroking, and he kissed her palm and moved his hips the way she liked it, hitting the spot that she loved, the way that made her croon with euphoria. He then reached for her breasts and kneaded them, and she lowered herself down to let him latch onto a nipple, her shaking fingers brushing down his chest. Her hair swayed and draped over him, the feel of her smooth locks adding to his rapture. One of his hands wove into her hair and angled her so he could drink the sweetness of her lips, all just in time for her to squeeze down on his member once again, even more tightly than before. She kept riding him hard and fast, and he stared at her with awe and also a degree of surprise, but her movements were highly welcomed as he unleashed his desperation to the fullest and joined in the dance of her hips. It didn't take long at her to climax yet again, harder than ever this time with a final push of his manhood against her sweet spot. Her body bent back, hair flying from Vayu's harsh exhales, lips swollen deliciously from its battle with his mouth.

And Sokka was sure that he really lost consciousness for a split second, waking only when the twitching of his phallus got worse and threatened to release without a second thought. With waning strength, she lifted her eyelids, casting a hooded look at him. She pressed her lips together and looked to his throbbing plight.

"Sokka…Sokka, please, I don't think I..." Her voice was but a whisper, but it seemed to him that she conveyed so much with her tone alone. He pulled himself up and whisked her back to the mattress, and the two of them locked into each other in a sensual embrace. His thrusts grew erratic. His legs grew stiff as he laced their fingers together next to either side of her head and increased his pace, responding to her moans with his own. He found that he couldn't stop no matter how hard he tried to hold back; it wasn't like she wanted him to stop anyway and only clenched him as tightly as she could, aching to remain filled, aching to be filled more with his release. Every part of her had bloomed to life, and there was no turning back.

"Yue, I…"

"I know..."

Pleasure shot through her womb like blissful lightning in anticipation of his climax, but just when he thought he would spill, he didn't. Something was holding him back even when he decided to let himself go. His erection strained in the vicinity of her walls, and pain rippled through his lower body, radiating from his angry member. Yue tightened her legs around him and kissed his forehead, undulating her hips to help him reach his peak, not breaking eye contact.

Sokka let out a strangled breath when he thought he had neared his climax, but he still didn't release. He panicked, unable to do anything about the painful pleasure that refused to let up.

"Go a little... faster," she said between stolen breaths.

"I-I don't want to hurt—"

"You won't," a shudder of want, "Trust me."

He obeyed, taking a whiff of the sex-scented air, feeling his pre-ejaculate still flow steadily into her. Yue leaned forward and kissed his nipples to provide a bit more stimulation, and she ran her hands up and down his back, massaging the skin, digging her fingers into his muscles, tasting the skin at his shoulder. She moved her hips in circles this time, watching his face twist in newfound, breathtaking pleasure. She continued her movements and expected it to do the trick, but instead, she could feel her belly spasm. She was going to come again.

"Sokka…"

Sokka stared down at the moon writhing beneath him. "Y-Yue…"

She pulled him even closer to her, a look on her face as if she had just discovered him in spite of the moon's inner infinite knowledge of the harsher part of her, of the whole that she was the softer part of. She cradled his head in her hands, her hips flying up to meet and roll with his, his full, aching member continuously burrowing deep into her womb. Then, tenderly and quietly, she spoke to his vulnerable, shaking form, lightning lighting up her equally vulnerable face. "I love you."

What she read on his face next was pure moving bliss. He let out a noise somewhere between a laugh and a cry before transitioning into an uncalled-for roar that shook the house. Moisture rapidly filled his wide eyes, which stared deep into her loving ones as he began coming deep inside of her, tears rolling down his cheeks. He wanted to scream that he loved her, too, before he was tempted to lose himself to the contractions of his orgasm, but a blinding light shot behind his eyes. And suddenly, he felt nothing, nothing at all as if he had faded from his body. Not the feeling of her delicious walls, not the sensation of his first orgasm, nothing. The pleasure that hit next was far greater than anything physical. Just before his vision blurred, he could see her eyes churn black, and he felt his eyes churn white. Their glows broke through their chests, and in the process, they absorbed their necklaces into their skin, and soon enough, the Yang piece that rested between her breasts melted into her skin and the Yin piece that stuck to his sternum melted into his skin, both former necklaces now forming markings in the center of their chests through which their glows radiated.

"I emptied myself of La and filled it with Tui," La once told her, fraught with longing. "Everything I am is Tui. I am nothing, nothing but another Tui. Does She see that? Does She know that I am Her, that my love has no conditions? If She did, then why did She leave Herself for a bloodsucking world?"

And just like that, he became a part of her, his stream of consciousness expanding, flowing, mixing into hers. Like a tributary, Tui flowed into La, and like moonlight, La permeated through Tui. In their place were not two passionate lovers but a single body, one side as dark as night, the other as bright as day, bearing complementary eye colors, intimate area gushing from feminine juices and masculine ejaculate. No sense of you-ness and I-ness. No sense of male and female. No sense of pleasing "the other." No sense of separation or reunion or any form of duality. Just an eternal oneness, a sense of completion. Their grief, anger, fear, and harshness vanished, and only love and ecstasy remained.

They were now a merged Being.

It was beautiful. It was perfect. It was the most intense bliss that wasn't possible for anyone else to even imagine, let alone taste. But it was fleeting. Within seconds, Sokka and Yue vaguely found themselves back in their senses of you-ness and I-ness, which had now melded into an ecstatic we-ness. Long, copious spurts of his seed deluged her womb and channel while she climaxed fiercely, milking his thick length, screaming from the physical gratification as well as the spiritual relief of having all of her chakras suddenly blasting open. Black tears raced down from her eyes.

"I love you, too!" he burst with every rope of semen that left him. He kissed her all over again, giddy from joy, continuously moaning between his declarations, sobbing like a mess. "I love you, I love you, I love you!" he chanted, his eyes aglow. "I love you, Yue. My Tui. So much…"

"And I love you, Sokka," she breathed. "My La."

More pleasurable contractions coated his manhood as he felt his member pulse harder than ever before and continue releasing more than he thought he was capable didn't break away from the lovemaking of their eyes as he let out another full roar, lips parted in an ear-shattering scream. Unable to take his next intense spurts, he dipped his head into her breasts, and she held him there as he screamed and shook, burying himself in her heated globes. He shook even more intensely as tears left his body, and he continued to thrust rapidly in her, sinking into her as deeply as possible while releasing into her nonstop for a long time. Decades' worth of love seemed to erupt all at once, surpassing human levels.

"I-I'd missed you more than you'll ever know, my love."

Yue dried his eyes. "I know, baby. I did, too." She sighed, relishing in the heat of his come that still steadily flowed into her womb. He cried and smiled like some heavy burden was lifted from his sternum, allowing his inner Tui to flow more rapidly, deeply through his being and making him release even more into her. Yue, too, felt her inner La flowing out, taking his seed with pleasure.

"Stay inside of me, love," she whispered, and he nodded, moaning a, "Yes," while another spurt rocked him, rendering him highly sensitive. They snuggled together and kissed senselessly, repeating their names like prayers, the last of their barriers broken. Slowly, the black and white glows faded from their eyes, the marks on their chest bursting back out as intertwined necklaces. It wouldn't be long at all before they would join each other in another round of lovemaking, having embraced their expanding desires but taking more time to adore each other in their afterglows. Their inanimate forms, though, continued to make love outside without a break, their union and reunion coating the world.