Author's note: This story takes place between A:tla and LoK. All characters are over 18.
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Suki walked around from Appa and the camp, wanting a little privacy. Things had been tense—some fight between Aang and Sokka, with Sokka using his big little brain to call Aang short, which apparently got to him. As Suki walked out into the woods, she saw Aang meditating. Not like usual, though. She guessed this was some super-duper kind of meditation, because he was naked.
It was a bit hard to care if he was short, seeing him like that. Aang was in great shape. His bald head made him look like one big muscle, his skin tanned and toned. Then Aang stopped meditating. He rose to a stand, facing away from her, perhaps not even knowing she was there—and Suki saw his manhood dangling between his legs, even from behind. It hung down to his thighs.
Well, no wonder Katara was interested in him. No matter how immature or even short he was, that was all-man. Suki quickly hurried along, letting the bamboo forest swallow her up until she came to a clearing where she didn't have to worry about being eaten by any animal that came across her.
The clearing was faintly illuminated through the bamboo shafts, the moon throwing soft light and shadow all around her. Suki grinned a bit ruefully: no longer in motion, she could feel how juicy her womanhood had become. She didn't feel guilty about it. It was only the natural thing for a girl to do when there was a handsome man with no pants about.
She figured she would wait out in nature at least long enough for her arousal to cool off.
Then the bamboo shifted with a rustle of leaves and Aang walked into her clearing. He still wasn't wearing clothes.
Oh geez, Suki thought. "You wanted to be alone too, huh?"
"Yeah," Aang agreed.
He crossed the clearing and stood before her.
"We can't really be alone together," Suki said.
"Can't we?"
He put his hand on her breast. Her nipple was stiff. It stabbed at his palm as he squeezed.
"I should go," Suki said, her voice light. "So you can be alone."
"What's your hurry?" Aang whispered.
His other hand touched her thigh. She was leaning against a boulder and her skirt had ended up high on her thighs. He caressed the inside of her knee, felt Suki shake with need, and moved higher. His fingers touched the naked flesh where her stockings ended. Suki sucked in a deep breath. She didn't know if she should push his hand away—if she did, whether she should do it teasingly or angrily. Sokka had never touched her like this. She hadn't even touched herself like this. It was confusing, how angry it made her while it felt so good.
He kneaded her inner thigh, but was not yet making any move for her sex. There wasn't anything wrong with letting him touch her leg, was there? Maybe he wouldn't try to go any further.
Leaning in, Aang kissed her. It started out chastely, his lips together, nothing for Suki to object to. But then his lips parted, his tongue ran across Suki's mouth. She started to open it before stopping herself. She thought of twisting away. But if he was kissing her, how could his hand be making any move on her vulnerable womanhood? She let his tongue into her mouth; it made her stiffen. Then she kissed him back, their lips crushed together.
Aang panted. Suki could feel his teeth's hardness through his soft lips as he demanded they be closer, closer, his tongue curling against hers. After a moment, Suki followed the motion of his tongue with her own. It was only a kiss, after all. Arguably, it was less intimate than having him touch her thigh.
Aang took her by the wrists, drawing her arms up to put them around his neck. They stayed there when he let go of them. Suki felt like she was made out of clay—that Aang could mold her into any shape he liked and she would stay there. His kiss was making her hot. His hand on her thigh was making her excited. He pulled back with his tongue and her own followed into his mouth, where Aang sucked on it. That finally made her pull away.
"We can't," she keened.
"Aren't we?" Aang retorted.
He pushed his hand into the part of her dress, cupping her bare teat. His fingers stroked and caressed it, making her nipple firm until it felt like it would explode.
"This isn't right..." Suki said.
"Shh..."
"Sokka..."
"...will never know."
"Oh! Oh, Aang!"
It felt so good. Too good. Chakras and energy flows and Aang's hands being so soft even when they were touching her so roughly. Tremors ran through her body, filling her tender nipples with desire, rushing through her belly, her groin. Her tongue—as he kissed her again—felt as aroused as her nipples or clit.
Aang's hand was still on the soft expanse of naked flesh over her stocking. Now he exerted it, gently pushing her thighs apart. She obediently opened them. Then he cupped her pussy in his hand. He didn't stroke or caress her, not at first. He just held his hand against her womanhood, relishing in his ability to do so, his touch almost possessive.
Suki whimpered. She felt herself getting hotter and wetter against the blank force of his hand.
He pushed her dress up to her hips, seating her on the very edge of the boulder, her creamy thighs parted, his hand hot between them. Then, with her exposed to him, he massaged her pussy. His palm rubbed up and down, merging the silken crotch of her undergarments with the warm, wet mound of her sex. Suki was ashamed of how soaked her panties became at his touch. She could feel the heat of her cunt delving up into her body and knew that Aang could too—it had to be burning right through the silk.
Aang took his hand away. Suki felt a flood of relief, mixing in with regret. How could he have stopped? Before she could become embarrassed by her lust for him, Aang showed her that he hadn't stopped after all.
He slipped his fingers inside her panties, palming her again, his bare skin now against hers. He moved his hand up and down. Her clit throbbed as it rubbed against his palm and was felt by his fingers.
