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          𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐤𝐞, 𝐒𝐨𝐤𝐤𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐧𝐨 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞. His hair was down, and he jumped in the lake in his underwear.

Rhea took a slower approach, folding her clothes and leaving on her chest binding and underwear as well. Sokka was lounging on his back, looking ready to relax for what felt like the first time in years because it probably was. His face was so calm and relaxed. Rhea thought he looked so handsome then. Not that he ever wasn't to her, but this was different.  

She also was smart and made him stop at Appa to grab some soap, seeing as the group hadn't cleaned properly in a while—you know, due to always being chased around and working. 

So she let him relax as she got in the lake and thoroughly washed her hair and body. It felt amazing to be somewhat alone and pampering herself. She couldn't remember the last time she was granted this, even back at the temple. Because her bath time was also the little ones' bath time, and they were too young to bathe alone. So she and some of the boys her age or older were in charge of caring for them. That was something she was always grateful for: the boys around her age. They didn't treat her like some caretaker or babysitter, but a sister and friend. In some of their eyes, she was their little sister and would always offer assistance when they saw she couldn't handle a task alone. 

They only called her mother when elders were around or if they were teasing her— which was often. Boy, were they the ones she missed the most. 

"Sokka, you stink," she distracted herself from her darkening thoughts by throwing the soap and her boyfriend. He yelped and flailed around in the deeper water before catching the soap bar. 

"You could have just passed it to me, ya know!"

She smirked, "I know."

He grumbled something about abuse before scrubbing himself clean as well. When he looked like he was struggling to reach his back, Rhea swam to him and took the soap from his awkwardly bent arm.

"Hey!"

He was about to spin around to argue with her, but he paused when he felt her hands guiding the soap along his back. He wasn't quite sure how to act other than stand still and let her. When it felt like she was done cleaning his back, he tried turning to face her, but she kept him turned forward and started massaging his back.

Embarrassingly, he let out a quiet moan at the feeling of her hands on him. 

But that small embarrassment was nothing to the feeling of her starting a trail of light kisses along his neck and shoulders. He leaned his head down to grant her more access to his neck, giving himself up in submission. 

Breathlessly, he said, "Rhea?"

"Sokka?" She amusingly asked back as her arms traveled around him, pressing herself against his back. She felt him shudder against her while her fingers danced across his slightly toned chest and stomach. His hands eventually tried to grasp at her, but she was intent on moving across all exposed skin. After a moment, he let out a pathetic whine, so she pitied him.

Turning him around to face her, he wasted no time locking their lips and doing the same as she did to him. Feeling quite pleased to have alone time for once, they both were basically swimming circles, going through repetitive motions until they felt content with their explorations. 

Eventually, they ended up back on the lake's shoreline, Sokka hovering over her while she wrapped one leg around him, wanting him as close as possible. 

Moaning into her neck, he felt pain in his *ahem* nether regions and started squirming to try and relive it. Only thing is, it brushed against a rather sensitive area of Rhea, enticing a heavy breath of strangled air at the feeling. 

Fully in the moment, Rhea channels her inner Sokka and relies on her instincts. She moves opposingly to his squirming, enticing another whiny moan from the boy on top. But she felt a much stronger craving once she into pleasure, so she flipped them over and locked their lips once again. 

She liked the control she got in this position. 

Her legs straddled his as they kept grinding for some friction on their sensitive areas. She even felt bold enough to reach her hand down, and over his clothes, she used her hand to provide him pleasure instead of herself. Her love language is acts of service, after all. 

And he seemed to really enjoy this service. 

So, without breaking their passionate kiss, she hovered higher and boldly peeled down his undergarments and, in the open air, started pumping. 

"Oh, spirits!" 

Sokka threw his head back to the soft grass beneath them, absolutely blinded from pleasure. His eyes were squeezed shut, not seeing the delight on Rheas' face from getting this good of a reaction. Her smile was feral as she used her hands to provide the service of a lifetime. She couldn't help but put a hand down her own pants as he squirmed beneath her.

Rhea kissed along his jaw and pecked his lips as he whined. 

"Alone at last."

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Just a little something something for those curious :)