beliefovermisery: (paige kiss)
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.
beliefovermisery: (chillin')
Mel had forgiven him and that was huge. Sure, she hadn't said it in so many words, but she'd hugged him, held on, smiled...

It was more than he could have asked for.

On the other hand, Zuko couldn't look at him without sincere disgust on his face, Paige had been avoiding him since... well, since, and he hadn't spoken to Katara since the council ended.

He'd spoken to Jim, though. That alone had made their comparable silences before bed all the more awkward.

He's in their room now, though, coming down from one of the higher floors. He's not sure what he's supposed to be doing - if he's allowed in the engineering room anymore, allowed outside the building to train, and he doesn't want to search Paige out, so... He goes to the top floors, exercises by himself, wears himself down, sketches in his book, eats when he can and... thinks.

Now? Washing his face. Thinking is tiring work.

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