BlanketThere she was, wrapped as much as her long, thin body could be in the tiny red shawl that was often over his shoulder.
"How am I supposed to sleep in this?" She grumbled until he wrapped a steady arm around her.
Bet
Longshot looked at her curiously, she was throwing seeds at Pipsqueak trying to see how long it would take him to do anything about it.
"Sneers bet me" she explained, half-heartedly. "He hunts for the next week if I manage to get a rise out of him."
Longshot knew it was unlikely Pipsqueak was going to react, but he thought he'd keep a close eye on her, just in case.
Kiss
Their lips met in a clumsy mess of movement, paced at the same time. He withdrew and tried again. This time, his lips edged along hers just the way he'd wanted too.
Tasting that full-lipped pout that he'd grown so accustomed to watching every time she was talking about Jet.
Animal (another smutty one)
Jet had always been the man of action, not Longshot. But Smellerbee was surprised to see just how much action was in the boy as he took control... or rather something had taken control of him.
The moment she had let him know that it was alright, and he wasn't going to hurt her... he dropped his cautious demeanor and pushed back on her as hard as he could.
And for Smellerbee, she couldn't quite keep up with who was really on top of her.
"Jet, you animal!" She gasped and then stopped.
... Now she'd gone and said it.
Anger
When Longshot had seen them, the Dai Li parading through town, the grip on his bow tightened, as well as the look on his face - an expression that Jet used to wear when in view of a fire nation camp.
Smellerbee clamped her fist around his, and forced him to look at her.
"Let it go, Longshot" she said soothingly, taking his anger from him, "There will be a time for vengeance."
She pressed herself against him, holding him back. "Just not today... not today..."
Soft
Her skin was soft on her hands. It must have been from wearing gloves all the time. Longshot didn't have much more time to think about it as that softness ran itself up his leg and he lost all his power of thinking anything but a mixture of barely pronounceable phrases.
Sex
Considering all they knew about sex was Jet's collection of dirty artwork stolen from Fire Nation camps... Longshot and Smellerbee did quite well for themselves.
They were quite content to learn for themselves and prided themselves that they'd pretty much got it perfect the first time.
Of course... all subsequent times they rethought this... as with their self-taught technique perfection just kept getting better.
Sweet
She licked the excess sugar cane residue from his lips. Longshot dropped the piece of cane he had been holding.
"Real smooth, Longshot" Smellerbee commented humorously, "I hope you don't wield your bow like that, otherwise we'd be in a world of trouble..."
He responded to her taunts by closing his lips in on hers and robbing her of her sweetness too.
Need
There was no stronger a word. No stronger a feeling. When everyone else had left and the girl wrapped herself in him, much afraid... of everything the world had to offer she felt only that.
She couldn't tell him how much she needed him, but as she clung to him like a young would to it's mother, it was painfully obvious.
Although Longshot never said it, never even expressed it, he felt it too.
Suspicion
There was always that feeling that hung in the air whenever Longshot caught Smellerbee fretting over something that Jet would do. Although, Longshot knew he was making too much out of it... he still couldn't let go of the paranoia that maybe she did just have the tiniest thing for their handsome leader.
Threesome
Jet often obliviously tried to snuggle his way between the two of them. Longshot pushing him aside, trying not to make it too obvious that he was sick of Jet's body pressed up against him in the night. Smellerbee and Jet were really two of a kind sometimes... Longshot thought as the two of them didn't seem to care whose face their elbows were sticking into or anything much about simple space and modesty.
Punishment
"Longshot!" She yelled in a flurry as the boy had just been seen leaving Jet's abode when he was out on a mission. "You weren't in there looking at Jet's dirty pictures were you?" She asked, looking on accusingly.
He hid under his hat. If she was going to accuse him anyway, he may as well just let her let fly and not try to utter a defense.
She punched him hard on the arm. "Then why didn't you bring them out for EVERYONE to see?" She asked looking around at the other boys and prodding at him further.
He raised his hat. She did know the pictures were of girls, didn't she?Pain (sorry... totally smutty)
He'd never meant to cause her pain, not like this. She had a sharp intake of breath and then grabbed his shoulder blades, pushing him in further.
It wasn't the first time he'd misinterpreted her emotions.
Bath
(with all the talk of Longerbee smut, I had to do it).
He always let her have her privacy, but for some reason she never cared to let him have the same. She sat idly around the bath when he was washing himself, bringing up a conversation he never in his wildest imaginations thought she was present for.
"Jet was jealous of Pipsqueak, you remember?"
He looked at her, clueless. She just looked down at him. Getting confirmation.
"If it wasn't for Sneers... both you guys had him beat..."
Longshot gained recognition quickly of what she was talking about. It only happened once. But he remembered Jet saying something about the 'long in Longshot' which embarrassed him greatly.
Jet was always one to compare them.
With a blush on his cheeks, Longshot grappled for his hat outside the bath and threw it at her.
She got the hint. Taking in one last look before leaving.
"He was right though... you know..." she said one last time, thoughtfully.
Elegant (this is another drabble based on a story... my Queen of Omashu one on wasn't her dressed up beautifully at the commemorative bash in Omashu to celebrate their place in the war that made her elegant.
She was elegant to him much before her hair was beaded with flowers and her warpaint was applied meticulously.
No. Smellerbee was elegant even in the morning watches, with dew over her face and a peaceful look like she never wanted to leave the trees.
That was when Longshot fell in love with her.
Although, in Aang and Sokka's eyes, Smellerbee was as elegant as the other girls when she tried to be.
Dance (after Elegant)
She held out her hand to him and he took it, a little awkwardly now they were war heroes.
"I can't dance" she confessed as he held her. He shuffled with her almost aimlessly for a few seconds before she burst out into laughter.
"There's no shame in admitting you can't either, Longshot" she chided, as she dropped him to move onto a more worthy teacher... Sokka.
Drink
Looking into his deep eyes always made her thirsty for more. To drink from his skin, to swallow his very essence. And she wouldn't stop until she took in all of him that she could.
Risque
The girl squealed as Longshot slid his hand up under her armor. "Longshot! You don't have to prove you know I'm a girl! I already feel comfortable with it!"
She pushed his hands back away... Jet could be lurking around any corner.
Promise
"Promise me it'll always be like this" Smellerbee laughed, hanging off a branch as Jet and Longshot jostled together in good humor below as they were building the first of their miraculous tree village.
...
As Smellerbee huddled up to Longshot in the cold of the night in Ba Sing Se, she almost said it...
"Longshot, promise me..." but then she stopped. Suddenly she didn't care too much for promises anymore.
Freedom
(I have to quote the Bible verse here: Heb 11:35 Through faith women received their dead relatives raised back to life. Others, refusing to accept freedom, died under torture in order to be raised to a better life.)
They'd always thought they were free. Freedom Fighters were what they were.
But until they reached Ba Sing Se and gave up the old ways, they realized they weren't really free at all.
But they hoped earnestly it wasn't too late to change.
Hate
"I hate you! I hate you! I hate you!!!" Smellerbee wailed, eventually clasping at his tunic for support.
She sniffled and trembled as he held her tight to prevent her doing any more damage to his sturdy chest.
"Can't you just let me have my privacy for a second? Can't you guys just leave me alone?!!"
Her tears fell, not because he had seen... but because she'd wanted to wait until she was ready for him to see. Some things around this camp had to be kept sacred... sometimes.
He wiped her tears away with his long fingers and she felt her hate starting to subside. She didn't know why that didn't make her hate him more.
Breath
His hot on her, it spread to every part of her body, making her body involuntarily squirm from the feel of it.
That's all she needed to get her going. The simplicity of hot air over her cool skin.
Armour
Although he thought she was stronger without the armour, Longshot was thankful that she wore it. It enabled him to stay perched on his branch without losing sight of things and falling clumsily to the ground.
As even to imagine her graceful movements WITHOUT the covering of bulky armour, could do strange and unimaginable things to his body.
Here's a follow up to my drabble about Jin asking Longshot out...
Jealousy
She stubbornly stuck out her lip as the boy in the bed beside her turned his head to her.
"Are you going to sit like that all night?" He said, half-jokingly.
"If I want to..."
"You should be happy that Longshot has a date. It's good for him to get out." Jet said positively.
"Hmph" was all Smellerbee said as she sunk lower into her chair.
Game
To her it was always a game. He was tired of keeping up with her weaving through streets of Ba Sing Se, to pick out where to eat.
Just Pick Somewhere! He wanted to shout. But without the hunt, the thrill of the chase, Smellerbee had to blow off some extra steam in Ba Sing Se. Expend her extra energy. Though, to Longshot, there were some ways she did it, that were much better than others.