shatterverse | (no subject)

Entry tags:

(no subject)

Sokka is Fixing The Kitchen Tap.

(It wasn't broken.)

This means that right now, there's a slowly-flowing stream of water out the kitchen door, but he's managed to actually seal the pipe. And in another half hour or so, the tap will be flowing better than before, heat up faster, and turn off easier.

It's just that right now it looks like chaos.

He may or may not be distracting himself from Other Things by lying on his stomach in an impromptu creek on the linoleum, but you'd never guess.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

It's not that Claire objects to being pulled down into - OK, ew wet, yes she objects, just not very much. And by splashing his sides with dirty floor water - into a lot of kiss. Because she likes kissing and she likes Sokka, and ooooh he's a really good kisser, it's just...

OK, she can pull away from heart melting kisses just enough to look him in the eye, right?

"What?"

"Nothing."

Sokka beams at her.

"You're all wet."

"Yes," Claire agrees. Her knees slide back in the water, down his thighs, so she's lying on his chest, chin propped in her hands.

"That's because you flooded the kitchen."

Sokka grins proudly.

Then he remembers it's bad. "Yes, but I'm making it better," he promises earnestly, and kisses her nose. "...just for you."

Nose kisses are great. Claire even lowers her nose for him to reach. But then she kisses his mouth, biting his lip and pulling gently.

"And for the rest of the farm."

"Yes," Sokka agrees, "but they're not really as important as you."

So there.

Sokka is awesome. Claire snuggles down against his, and nips at his neck. Heeee kisses.

"You're biased."

"And right," Sokka informs her happily, running a hand through her hair gently. It's so pretty.

"Don't forget right."

Claire declines to comment.

She's found his collar bone.

Ooh.

Sokka grins, snuggling her close. And damply. "Knew you'd see it my way."

He really should get up and stop the swamp from growing. And get everyone their water again. And maybe figure out if there's a way to turn the water off before he does this the next time.

... in a minute. Or two. Making out is way more important.

"Mmmmhmm," Claire agrees, giggling a little when she slips in the water, even on the floor. "Are you going to fix the mess?"

"Huh? - oh, the water! Right. Yes, definitely."

Sokka makes no move to get up, or to get away from Claire, busy with making sure she gets a neat line of kisses down her nose.

As long as that's decided, then. Claire doesn't mind getting wet at all. Hello, boyfriend's mouth. Hope he doesn't mind wet hands on his shirt.

Mmmmmmmmmno he doesn't mind that at all. He's trying valiantly not to move or wriggle too much because she's just there and all over him and it's really nice but probably the kitchen floor isn't the best place for letting her know that. Not the way he wants to let her know, anyway.

Mmm. Kisses.

"Your shirt's getting wet." Because he has wet hands too, so it's just sort of accidentally happening really.

"Mmmmmm?"

Claire stops a second to look down and assess the shirt situation. It's a thick cotton shirt, one designed for a man, but thick and comfy against the cold outside.

But it is wet, and it's sticking to her in places.

"So's yours."

"I could take it off," Sokka suggests. "Then it wouldn't be wet."

"Or it would be wet," (Claire's hands are already working their way under his shirt) "but you wouldn't be wearing it."

Sokka can't stop grinning at her. "Exactly. And then it could stay here being wet, on the wet floor, and we could go somewhere else and not be wet."

He is Very Subtle And Not At All Blushing Either when he adds, thoughtfully, "Your shirt's getting wet too."

"I'm not taking my shirt off while I'm here," Claire decides.

"Turn the water off."

"Yes, ma'am." Sokka sits up to kiss her, grinning, and wriggles free of her to crawl for the pipes.

"...wait, you can turn it off?"

HE WOULD HAVE DONE THAT BEFORE MESSING WITH THE PLUMBING IF HE KNEW!

Sokka's so pretty when he's invoking Claire to roll her eyes at him.

Splashing in the water, she rolls over to the sink and opens the cupboard under it.

"There," she says, pointing at the mains tap.

Sokka blinks at it.

"...oooh."

He turns it.

The water stops flowing.

"oooooh. I should have tried that first!"

CLAIRE, YOU ARE A GENIUS. ♥_♥

"Yeah," Claire confirms. "You're a moron. It's OK, it's cute."

"No I'm nooooot."

Sokka is totally not whining. He's too Manly for that. ... mostly.

"Just for that --"

The water is turned off quickly.

"I'm going to give you a big wet hug. HUG MONSTER MAN! ON MY WAY!"

This would be more threatening if he hadn't already got her all wet, probably.

Still, Claire gives good threatened. She squeals and falls over from her crouch into the water, flailing against his hug with just enough strength not to dissuade him from the hug.

And fights back by de-shirting him.