Chapter 1
He thinks this is perfect. There is nothing more that can be right and she just feels so good.
He can’t remember how they got this tangled, bodily or personally. He remembers her excitement at watching her first pro-bending match and her surprise minutes later. He remembers Bolin’s subtle hints through out their training of how she was ripe and ready for more advanced bending. He remembers her blush she she asked him for a drink.
He remembers her awkward fumbling through their first date, and their second and third (he likes that she’s so green). He loves the way her nose wrinkles at things she can’t stand or thinks are horrible tasting. He listens to her rant about Chief Bei Fong and how unfair she is and shouldn’t she give the Avatar some slack? He listens and bites his tongue because he knows Chief Bei Fong never gives orphans any slack.
But this moment, this is what he wants to remember forever. Not their first time filled with fumbling, apologies, and pain but this. This time where she feels so good and she’s making that moaning sound that’s just right and he can’t think of a better sound in the world. Not even “The Fire Ferrets win!” could compare to the high pitched keening sound she’s making.
“Fuck, that’s good,” he grunts as he picks up his pace.
He feels her roll her hips in response. She’s so tight and naive he thinks. He loves it when she smiles at him, making sure to meet his thrusts in time. “And to think,” she breathes, “you didn’t give me the time of day when we first met.”
“I thought you were one of my brother’s fangirls.” His voice is gruff. He fee Continue reading →
