I can try. I'm still not really good at it, unless she's in the swamp or somewhere in the spirit world. You'd have more luck with Jinora... [Her voice stutters slowly to a halt as he cups her face. She's missed him so much... She can feel the ache of it deep in her belly. Missed his smell, missed the way his touch could tell her so much. Missed having sex with him and feeling like they were building something.
She hasn't spent three years celibate. In the first few months after she thought he was dead, she made some really stupid sexual choices with people who, fortunately, nobody would ever believe got to fuck the Avatar. After that, she became a bit more discerning, occasionally releasing the tension with an attractive, well-behaved stranger, and — more frequently — Asami, after a late night discussion about Future Industry's foray into sex toys led to a mutual admission of sexual frustration and a mutual willingness to help the other work it off. But that's all it was — good friends helping each other let off steam, like maintenance on a satomobile. They weren't making anything together.
She doesn't want to rush this. She doesn't want to pretend that this three-year wound can be healed with one good fuck. But oh man, does she want to fuck him. Just yank her pants down and pull him inside so she can feel that he's back in her deepest places. She manages not to do that, instead leaning forward to hesitantly kiss him.]
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Date: 2014-12-06 08:32 pm (UTC)She hasn't spent three years celibate. In the first few months after she thought he was dead, she made some really stupid sexual choices with people who, fortunately, nobody would ever believe got to fuck the Avatar. After that, she became a bit more discerning, occasionally releasing the tension with an attractive, well-behaved stranger, and — more frequently — Asami, after a late night discussion about Future Industry's foray into sex toys led to a mutual admission of sexual frustration and a mutual willingness to help the other work it off. But that's all it was — good friends helping each other let off steam, like maintenance on a satomobile. They weren't making anything together.
She doesn't want to rush this. She doesn't want to pretend that this three-year wound can be healed with one good fuck. But oh man, does she want to fuck him. Just yank her pants down and pull him inside so she can feel that he's back in her deepest places. She manages not to do that, instead leaning forward to hesitantly kiss him.]