𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐓𝐒 • [ general iroh II x oc ]

Really?

The two walked on the quiet dock towards his ship. It was quiet, but, comfortable. Neither of them felt any need to say anything.

Iroh's hands were in his pockets, while Aria walked beside him. Their shoulders would brush every now and again, both of them walking silently towards the ship.

He had kissed her, and she had agreed to go with him. They would leave in the morning, and he would get to have her all to himself for the next few days.

He led her to his room on deck and she looked around. It was warm in there, or maybe it was just her nerves.

Aria took a deep breath and slid his jacket off her shoulders.

Iroh watched as she looked around the room, her eyes taking in everything.

He watched as she slipped out of his jacket, and he felt a strange sense of possessiveness. She was wearing his clothes.

He came up behind her silently, and reached out to gently touch her bare arms, his hands gently tracing her skin.

Aria's breath hitched and she closed her eyes. Aria had never felt this way before. Not with Makoda, definitely not with anyone shes ever been with before. She lifted her arm and placed his behind his head.

Iroh moved in closer behind her, his chest against her back now.

He slid his hands down her arms, and gently moved her hair over one shoulder, baring the side of her neck.

He reached up and pressed his lips against the tender skin there, kissing her slowly and gently, enjoying the quiet sounds she made at his touch.

Iroh brought his own hand up and tangled it into her hair, gently gripping at the back of her neck. He brought his lips up form her neck to her mouth.

He deepened the kiss, claiming her mouth like he had that first time, on the docks. He wanted to taste all of her.

She wanted to do this, she really, really did. But she couldn't bring herself too it.

Aria was scared, she was scared of what she was feeling. It was a feeling of unknown pleasure and anxiousness building in the pit of her stomach, infiltrating her heart, her tingling skin, and her mind.

One of his hands left her waist, and went to rest at the back of her knee, lifting her leg up and resting her leg over his hip.

At this sudden motion, of their lower half's colliding tightly, the growing pit in her stomach suddenly snapped, sending both her body and mind in a nervous state of panic. Aria pulled back and caught her breath, wiping her mouth.

"What's wrong?" He questioned her, his voice low and a little hoarse from their kiss.

She shook her head and rubbed her forehead. "I don't really think I can do this yet."

"Why not?" He asked bluntly, his hand still on her face.

"I know, I know, it seems really stupid and ironic that the hooker cant screw, I know. But I've barely done this with someone organically, especially when I feel this way about someone, which has never happened before. It feels, a lot more important, and I'm not ready." She rambled. "I'm sorry."

Her words, her quick, nervous explanations nearly shocked him into silence.

"It's alright." He told her, his voice still quiet, but firmer.

"It is?"

He gave a slow, slightly wry nod. "I can wait."

He watched her for a moment, listening to her words, and he gave a silent nod.