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He'd heard that the best kind of sex was make-up sex and Sokka had, very recently, decided that this was the best rumor he had ever heard in his life.

Make-up everything was the best everything. Srsly.

Lying on his belly on Paige's mattress, an arm flopped over her stomach, he's consciously trying to keep his smile as non-dopey as possible. It's not working really well, but he blames most of that on her breasts being directly in his line of sight.

He's looking at her face, though, honest. Most of the time.

...Definitely when he leans over for a slow kiss, though.

.....Okay, that's only because his eyes were closed for it.