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LIME WARNING

Chapter 6: Need

Her yellow eyes widened with shock and disbelief, and yet, she found her hands traveling timidly up his chest, his neck, up to his cheeks. She pulled him closer to her, shutting her eyes and sinking into the kiss.

He took that as an invitation to completely close the gap between them, pressing his chest to hers, sandwiching her between the cold, hard wall and his increasingly warm body. His mind blank, only invested in the present moment, he slipped his tongue into her mouth, greedily exploring each and every crevice. Spirits, that mouth. So hot. So wet. So eager. Those full lips. Her taste. It drove him mad.

Everything seemed to happen at lightning speed. The lustful kisses, moans, and body heat exchanged up against the wall brought more than enough warmth to melt their icy hearts. They needed each other, Spirits, how they needed each other.

Her hands wandered back down his torso, down his stomach, and around his waist, where she pulled his pelvis directly up against hers, panting into his mouth before reclaiming it with her soft lips. She impulsively ground her hips teasingly against his.

This was real. The unfiltered, uncontrolled, unparalleled emotion. The passion. The fire. He had never felt so alive. How was she doing this to him? How was it that he already couldn't imagine being without her? Cupping her cheeks between his hands, his hips acted on their own, pressing into hers again and again. He couldn't stop. He just couldn't stop.

She moaned quietly into his mouth, mimicking the movements of his hips with her own, picking up the speed and intensity. As she fervently kneaded the small of his back to drive him closer, she picked up one of her legs and wrapped it around him.

Yes, oh yes! He wanted more. He needed more. But above all, he yearned to make her feel wanted and needed. Of course, the excitement in his groin should have been enough to show her exactly where he stood. But just in case that wasn't clear, he scrambled out of his coat and grabbed her leg, wrenching it higher, groping her upper thigh in the process.

Her breathing shallow, her heart racing, she continued her inspection of his mouth with her tongue, lost in his sweet taste and piney scent. Her indecisive hands roamed back up his athletic body, feeling every toned muscle in his back on the way. Finally they reached the back of his head, where her fingers raked through the shaved hairs underneath his wolf-tail. She was hungry. Wholly consumed by pleasure and desire she had never experienced before.

Pushing his pelvis into her even deeper, he brought his lips down to her jawline, kissing sloppily down her neck to torment her sensitive skin. The guttural groan she released let him know his torture was serving its purpose. Needing to hear more, he began to lick the crook of her soft neck, rolling his hips faster and faster.

She dipped her head back along the cold surface of the wall, exposing more of her creamy neck to him. Trusting him. Making herself vulnerable to him. The jerks of her hips sped up with each flick of his tongue, so much so they were nearly vibrating against his arousal. She felt she could explode.

"Still believe." He kissed her neck. "You don't." He kissed her jawline. "Need anyone?" He kissed her lips.

She let out a ragged laugh. "I may be beginning to change my mind," she teased before biting down on her lip.

"Beginning?" he chuckled. "Well, that just won't do." He hoisted her other leg up, causing her to throw her arms around his neck and latch onto his waist with both legs. Recapturing her lips with his, he carried her over to her bed, where he lay her down gently onto her back and got on top of her.

The clothes she had recently folded and sorted were sent back into chaos, with some underneath the two bodies and others falling to the floor. But neither of them cared. They had surrendered to the here and now. Without regret. Without fear.

Kissing her tenderly, his hands fumbled beneath him, hurriedly attempting to unbutton her coat. After she was finally able to free her arms from the sleeves, he tossed the fabric aside and pinned her hands above her head.

Completely at his mercy, she writhed beneath him, moaning with pleasure, craving his touch. More, more, more. Never before had she let herself get so carried away. The thrill, the red heat, the frenzy. His bronze skin, his hot breath, his uninhibited groans. It was all so addicting.

His hips rubbed up against her most sensitive spot, creating waves of unimaginable pleasure for the both of them. Considering they still had the majority of their clothes on, he couldn't believe how much she was doing for him.

Tongues clashing, hips colliding, sweat exchanging, this was right, perhaps even fated. How had they been without each other for so long?

"Azula," he groaned. "I need you." He kissed her passionately, lightly brushing his tongue to hers. "Do you need me?"

"I need you," she panted. "I need you, Sokka." She interlaced her fingers with his, kissing him gently on the lips before locking eyes with him.

"Good." He kissed her affectionately on the lips several more times, gradually slowing down the movements of his hips, loving the way her eyes begged him not to stop.

"Sokka," she breathed, grinding her hips against him as encouragement. "Keep going. Please."

"I can't," he chuckled. "We'll be late."

"Late? Late for what?"

"The Reunification Ceremony."

She stared at him with a mixture of perplexity and frustration.

"I'm asking you to be my date!"

Color filled her cheeks. "W-Well, I'd… love to." She smiled. "But what about Aang and Katara? I'm sure they accompanied you here."

"Screw them," he laughed. But he could sense her apprehension. "Hey. I won't let anything bad happen to you, okay? I'll convince them not to turn you in."

"I don't know…" She smirked. "Maybe we should just keep on doing this." She kissed him hard on the mouth.

"I'd love that," he growled. "But unfortunately, you're going to have to be a bit more patient."

She scowled.

He pressed his lips to hers, affectionately stroking the side of her cheek with his thumb. A naughty grin spread across his face. "Consider this a preview of things to come."

The emphasis was not lost on her. She blushed deeply.

"Now come on, get dressed!" He threw some random clothes from her bed at her.

After straightening up and primping themselves for the ceremony, the two walked out into the night hand in hand.

Together and only together would they overcome their darkness. They found each other. They finally found each other. And nothing would ever be the same.

Author's Note: Once again, thank you so much for reading! If you've enjoyed this story and want more Sokkla (we all need more Sokkla), please check out my Sokkla drabbles, "Blue Eyes, Blue Fire", as well as my short story, "Prisoner's Dilemma".