Tea, A Bridge, and Bodies--Day Four
Title: Tea, A Bridge, and Bodies
Pairing: Zuko/Sokka
Rating: PG-13 (may change in the future)
Summary: Sokka realises that there are steps to forgiveness.
AN: This story is very much AU… It’s also slash (or yaoi, whichever you prefer). In addition, I’m sure that they’re all OoC… o well. (I wouldn’t recommend this if you like Jet…)
Day Four
For once, Zuko couldn’t sleep because he was happy. Sure, it had just been hand holding, and a little teasing, but it was more attention than he’d received in awhile. And he had liked it. Zuko was too caught up with his bliss to notice when Jet finally got home, and, later, that event would strike Zuko as odd, seeing as he used to pay careful attention in the early morning hours for when Jet got home, hoping that for at least that night, he would spend it with Zuko, as opposed to just another body. Although, perhaps this change of thought was a good thing…
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Sokka decided that work was really rather unimportant. Of course, he had probably decided that because all his mind could think about was last night, and that adorable blush, and those soft, warm hands, and… Sokka groaned. He was, quite frankly, acting like a schoolgirl describing her first contact with a long-time crush. Although, that didn’t change the fact that he was very pleased with the way things had played out the night before (even if he had refrained from stealing a kiss).
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Jet had come home alone. He had decided that he was tired of his one night stands leaving, and he also wanted to corner Zuko before he left for work. It had bothered him that his boyfriend wasn’t the doting over him, obsessing over him, and trying to get his attention, like he always had in the past. Plus, Jet was still a little angry over the tea incident. Hence, Jet was sitting at the kitchen table, a cup of coffee (which he was amazed to find in the house, because Zuko didn’t drink the stuff, and Jet was always too lazy to actually buy any) in his hand, while he waited for Zuko to make an appearance for the morning.
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Zuko had been shocked to see Jet awake so early in the morning. His good mood had also quickly evaporated when Jet had looked at him, his eyes briefly showing anger before settling back into their nonchalant mask. Zuko had also been surprised when Jet had stalked over to him, coffee in hand, and then threatened to throw the hot beverage on him as payback (although, Zuko admitted, the last part wasn’t all too surprising, seeing as he had thrown tea on Jet the day before). But, the most shocking aspect of Zuko’s morning came when Jet pinned him against the wall, and had savagely growled out that he was Jet’s, and no one else’s. That had shocked Zuko too much at the time to come up with the reply that they were in an open relationship, a fact which Jet had abused for months. And, in the end, Jet really did throw his coffee on Zuko, which wasn’t all too shocking.
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Sokka was bored of working. He was bored of telling everyone what the plans for the skyscraper were, and he was bored of answering repetitive questions. What he really wanted to do was go to the teashop, and steal that kiss. Although, Sokka reasoned, that would be much harder to do while the other was at work. But, the extra barrier made Sokka want to get that kiss even more.
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Jet was angry at himself for losing control. If he couldn’t stick to the carefully laid out mental plans, then he wouldn’t be able to regain control of the situation. And if he couldn’t regain control, then he might as well give up existing. And existing was something that Jet liked.
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Zuko decided that he needed to end things with Jet. Of course, he had thought that before, and had decided not to, because Jet had always done something to make him change his mind (like suddenly show up with flowers and an apology, or plan a spontaneous road trip to places he knew Zuko wanted to go). This morning’s run-in, however, as well as the existence of a possible someone else, made the thought of a permanent break seem probable. Zuko frowned at the thought of his morning meeting with Jet. If Jet’s overly possessive and controlling nature held true, as well as his statement, then getting away wasn’t going to be an easy feat. And, the little voice in the back of Zuko’s head nagged, he loved Jet, didn’t he? Otherwise, wouldn’t he have left long before now? Perhaps Jet had just been preoccupied, and Zuko was feeling neglected (which he was, he stubbornly reminded the voice), and that’s why he was so keen on leaving now. Zuko’s frown deepened. Whether he loved Jet wasn’t really the issue anymore. No, the issue was whether or not Jet loved him. And lately, the answer to that seemed to be a resounding no.
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Sokka quite liked the new ritual of getting tea after work. Especially since it was really the only time he saw the other man. And, today, he had something specific in mind. Hopefully, it would go as planned. If not… then, there was always tomorrow. With cautious optimism, Sokka entered the small teashop.
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Jet needed a plan. The individual people he brought home seemed to have stopped having an effect on Zuko, and he didn’t notice when Jet came back alone. Perhaps he should try some affection. The thought pf affection, however, made Jet gag. Which, he reasoned, meant Zuko would like it.
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For once, Zuko didn’t mind taking a break from work. And he also didn’t mind the soft lips that had briefly met his in the side alley. Nor did he see any problem with kissing back. Reasonably, Zuko wouldn’t mind more small breaks from work…
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Sokka decided that gold was his new favorite color. Possibly because he had been staring into Zuko’s eyes for so long. Although, he certainly didn’t mind having a new favorite color.
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Jet hoped that a flower would work. True, he had gotten the cheapest (and probably one of the scraggliest looking) flowers that the shop had in stock, but it was more than he had done recently. And Jet felt as if that would be enough.
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When Zuko got home, he stared at the flowers that were innocently sitting on the table. Then, with a touch of bitterness, he asked Jet which one of his revolving bed mates they were for. When Jet had replied that they were for him, he just shrugged and ignored the gesture. It was far too late for a simple gift to fix things.
Pairing: Zuko/Sokka
Rating: PG-13 (may change in the future)
Summary: Sokka realises that there are steps to forgiveness.
AN: This story is very much AU… It’s also slash (or yaoi, whichever you prefer). In addition, I’m sure that they’re all OoC… o well. (I wouldn’t recommend this if you like Jet…)
Day Four
For once, Zuko couldn’t sleep because he was happy. Sure, it had just been hand holding, and a little teasing, but it was more attention than he’d received in awhile. And he had liked it. Zuko was too caught up with his bliss to notice when Jet finally got home, and, later, that event would strike Zuko as odd, seeing as he used to pay careful attention in the early morning hours for when Jet got home, hoping that for at least that night, he would spend it with Zuko, as opposed to just another body. Although, perhaps this change of thought was a good thing…
--
Sokka decided that work was really rather unimportant. Of course, he had probably decided that because all his mind could think about was last night, and that adorable blush, and those soft, warm hands, and… Sokka groaned. He was, quite frankly, acting like a schoolgirl describing her first contact with a long-time crush. Although, that didn’t change the fact that he was very pleased with the way things had played out the night before (even if he had refrained from stealing a kiss).
--
Jet had come home alone. He had decided that he was tired of his one night stands leaving, and he also wanted to corner Zuko before he left for work. It had bothered him that his boyfriend wasn’t the doting over him, obsessing over him, and trying to get his attention, like he always had in the past. Plus, Jet was still a little angry over the tea incident. Hence, Jet was sitting at the kitchen table, a cup of coffee (which he was amazed to find in the house, because Zuko didn’t drink the stuff, and Jet was always too lazy to actually buy any) in his hand, while he waited for Zuko to make an appearance for the morning.
--
Zuko had been shocked to see Jet awake so early in the morning. His good mood had also quickly evaporated when Jet had looked at him, his eyes briefly showing anger before settling back into their nonchalant mask. Zuko had also been surprised when Jet had stalked over to him, coffee in hand, and then threatened to throw the hot beverage on him as payback (although, Zuko admitted, the last part wasn’t all too surprising, seeing as he had thrown tea on Jet the day before). But, the most shocking aspect of Zuko’s morning came when Jet pinned him against the wall, and had savagely growled out that he was Jet’s, and no one else’s. That had shocked Zuko too much at the time to come up with the reply that they were in an open relationship, a fact which Jet had abused for months. And, in the end, Jet really did throw his coffee on Zuko, which wasn’t all too shocking.
--
Sokka was bored of working. He was bored of telling everyone what the plans for the skyscraper were, and he was bored of answering repetitive questions. What he really wanted to do was go to the teashop, and steal that kiss. Although, Sokka reasoned, that would be much harder to do while the other was at work. But, the extra barrier made Sokka want to get that kiss even more.
--
Jet was angry at himself for losing control. If he couldn’t stick to the carefully laid out mental plans, then he wouldn’t be able to regain control of the situation. And if he couldn’t regain control, then he might as well give up existing. And existing was something that Jet liked.
--
Zuko decided that he needed to end things with Jet. Of course, he had thought that before, and had decided not to, because Jet had always done something to make him change his mind (like suddenly show up with flowers and an apology, or plan a spontaneous road trip to places he knew Zuko wanted to go). This morning’s run-in, however, as well as the existence of a possible someone else, made the thought of a permanent break seem probable. Zuko frowned at the thought of his morning meeting with Jet. If Jet’s overly possessive and controlling nature held true, as well as his statement, then getting away wasn’t going to be an easy feat. And, the little voice in the back of Zuko’s head nagged, he loved Jet, didn’t he? Otherwise, wouldn’t he have left long before now? Perhaps Jet had just been preoccupied, and Zuko was feeling neglected (which he was, he stubbornly reminded the voice), and that’s why he was so keen on leaving now. Zuko’s frown deepened. Whether he loved Jet wasn’t really the issue anymore. No, the issue was whether or not Jet loved him. And lately, the answer to that seemed to be a resounding no.
--
Sokka quite liked the new ritual of getting tea after work. Especially since it was really the only time he saw the other man. And, today, he had something specific in mind. Hopefully, it would go as planned. If not… then, there was always tomorrow. With cautious optimism, Sokka entered the small teashop.
--
Jet needed a plan. The individual people he brought home seemed to have stopped having an effect on Zuko, and he didn’t notice when Jet came back alone. Perhaps he should try some affection. The thought pf affection, however, made Jet gag. Which, he reasoned, meant Zuko would like it.
--
For once, Zuko didn’t mind taking a break from work. And he also didn’t mind the soft lips that had briefly met his in the side alley. Nor did he see any problem with kissing back. Reasonably, Zuko wouldn’t mind more small breaks from work…
--
Sokka decided that gold was his new favorite color. Possibly because he had been staring into Zuko’s eyes for so long. Although, he certainly didn’t mind having a new favorite color.
--
Jet hoped that a flower would work. True, he had gotten the cheapest (and probably one of the scraggliest looking) flowers that the shop had in stock, but it was more than he had done recently. And Jet felt as if that would be enough.
--
When Zuko got home, he stared at the flowers that were innocently sitting on the table. Then, with a touch of bitterness, he asked Jet which one of his revolving bed mates they were for. When Jet had replied that they were for him, he just shrugged and ignored the gesture. It was far too late for a simple gift to fix things.