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Steph is in the barn, sneakily going over her bike and wondering when Sokka will work out she's putting the occasional rock in the engine just to make him frustrated.

Boys are fun to tease.

So; short blonde in jeans and tank top, greasy to the elbows, half buried under her bike.

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Sokka has to stay silent and stroke her hair for a bit until that question makes sense in his head.

"...I don't want to be something that frightens you," he says eventually, wriggling until she can rest comfortably in his lap. "I just want to make sense."

"You might be the only thing that does any more," Steph mumbles, smiling for his fingers in her hair. "'S why I hang around you. Big things are too confusing."

"That's why I seem stupid," Sokka replies, nodding solemnly, dark fingers in blonde hair. "I just want to make you feel better. You'd be way too overwhelmed if I let you see how awesome I really am."

"Oh, I dunno, you're pretty overwhelmingly awesome just as it is," Steph tells him, grinning. "I just don't tell you cos it'd make your head explode.

"....'nks."

"That's what I said, any more awesome would make you explode." Sokka leans down to kiss her, smiling slightly. "Welcome."

"You can make me explode any time you like, wonder boy," she murmurs, grinning into his lips.

"And it won't be a problem. She won't, I mean. Promise."

Sokka smiles and kisses her again. "I think you'd be fun all exploded. Sounds like a fun experiment!"

Steph sticks her arms and legs out straight like a starfish and makes an "exploded" face. It mostly means sticking her tongue out and bugging out her eyes.

See, exploded.

This would be a great point to attack her with kisses if she didn't look completely ridiculous. She gets lots of laughter instead.

And also, tickles.

Tickles mean she has to get away from them. And that means wrestling. And a noogie if she can get it in.

No fair being bigger and stronger, really.

But she's little and cute, see? That's totally not fair at all and so he has to continue the wrestles and tickles.

At the very least, until she squeals for mercy.

Or kisses him to make him stop? Does that even work?

Well, it makes him stop tickling. Not so much with the wrestling or return-kisses.

Sweeet. That means she gets to wrestle him over and then flop on top of him, and kiss him for all she's worth, losing herself completely in his lips and tongue and arms.

Mmmmm.

"... you're the best boyfriend ever." Grinnyface.

"I know." Big grinny return face.

Also, more rolling and kissing because this conversation has become far more fun.

Also, shortly, far less G-rated, and therefore the narration shall leave them politely to it while we retire elsewhere.

Right after one more appropriate icon.

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