Vine and Engine

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And before she knew it he was up and going to check on the status of their train ride. Oh, hopefully they wouldn’t really stop over in Omashu; selfish it may sound, she was so set on getting to the swamp as fast as possible so that 1) she could meet Hai’s family, and 2) she could ask his mother about her latest bout of flu-like-yet-not-flu symptoms. She was a healer after all, right?

Spirits, For all the people she knew in Republic City the most difficulty of remembering who was what really did come with Hai and Lieu’s family. Perhaps it was her hopes to get it right? Either way, once they get to the swamp and Hai was maybe distracted with family matters, she would go and ask a healer. Of course, a creeping feeling of what could be the matter nagged at her, but considering that the songstress didn’t exactly know anything concerning medicine, Xiao-Mao did her best to push it away.

Still, he was so concerned about her health. While she seemed to be doing better now, she was somewhat warm to the touch and her earlier sickness, well, it had him just a touch worried. Part of him was still wanting to stay over in Omashu, but he knew his dad would be waiting for them, the borrowed wagon to get them the rest of the way. Bao was not a man who liked to be beholden to anyone for too long, and while he would understand, Hai was uncomfortable with making his dad wait like that.

Yet something was off. Something resonated from his being that meant at least some uncertainty: could it perhaps be her prior bout of sickness? Minty orbs looked up to the mechanic as Xiao-Mao tried to figure what could possibly be going on in that mind of his. But alas, there was only so much the vibrations of the ground, of one’s being could tell the earthbender before her knowledge came to a stop. Judging by his hold on her though it definitely was something that concerned her own well-being, and so far, the only thing that could strike any marks in that category was her inability to have kept her breakfast down.

Her hand squeezed his, dainty fingers lacing through the techbender’s own as lush lips pressed against the back of his hand. And then she slid down to one side, laying her head to his lap and turning so that she was on her back and her face met up with his. In the light of the setting sun -or perhaps it was better to say in the fading light?- his features certainly were quite swooning; a good thing the songstress was on her back already! “Train aside though, the only reason I’m really enjoying myself is because I get to spend time with you, Qin-Ai.”

And just like a real cat, she changed her position on the fly, the squeeze to his hand the only clue before being chased away by her full lips dancing along the rough patches on the back on his hand, and he looked down into her face. "Same here. Maybe we should make a habit of these trips, and try to go some other places when we can? Wouldn't mind seein' somethin' like the Fire Nation, all the stuff I've found out says most of our tech gets it's start there. "

He shook his head, the apology on his lips dying as she positioned his hand against her chest, the steady heartbeat relieving him more then she knew. If her heart was steady like that, then there was little to be worried about right? Maybe it was nothing more then nerves and train rides that made her ill. "I can see that, but ya best know ya ain't alone." With a grin, he brought her hand up to his chest, letting her feel his own steady and quick heartbeat. "Got it runnin' like a man who lost one arm to a catgator and wants to save the other...Guess ya can tell we're getting close, if i'm startin' to pull out the weird expressions."

“Ne, but Yeo-Bo’s ‘milk’ is so yummy, I don’t wanna drink it all at once too quickly,” and to that she took off the ribbon around her neck, tying it a little too snugly around the base of his member so as not to bring on too soon of a finale, but of course not too tightly that he would actually be hurt. And, of course, rather than comply to his words and wrap plump pink lips around it like always, she trailed her tongue along the bottom from the back to the head; licking it slowly, savoring it as if it were some sort of delicacy that the sable-tressed beauty got only once in a blue moon. “I wanna be able to savor it all~”

His head lifted long enough for him to confirm  and then he let it fall back with a soft thud, hands tightening in sudden frustration. "Yanno sweetheart, it's better if ya drink it down fast." Not that it mattered now, the cat was out of the bag and ready to play with her prey and he had been the fool to open that bag.

Especially when her tongue trailed along him, his teeth gritting to try and contain his lust, knowing the more he could control it, the better it would be for him. "Yanno, when it's yer turn, ya gonna regret every bit of this." A threat more potent if it could have been delivered in anything more then a harsh whisper, a low groan slipping out at the end as her small hands began to massage his length. And that damnable ribbon was his worst enemy, making it feel three times better then it should have.

Wait, was he getting closer? The ravenette looked up to the man from Foggy Swamp and swallowed, acknowledging how her face was more than definitely red as ever, and how certainly this night might turn out to be one spent at home. But, oh, was it like she cared? As chapped lips crashed against plush pink a small moan escaped the songstress, slender arms wrapping around Hai’s neck as she herself pushed into the kiss to deepen it. All those kisses from the moment they shared lunch under that willow tree, and even now it was as wonderful as the first. The tickle of his fingers against her skin, the hold he had against her that ensured no escape (but really why would she want to?) and slowly traveled down lower, lower against the silk of her unbuttoned dress.

What escaped his own throat, though, as the kiss went on only made Xiao-Mao pull him closer, and at his pulling away she even whimpered like a child deprived of their favorite treat. And, oh, how Hai was indeed her favorite treat…

But she couldn’t be mad at him, not even for a moment as he laughed and made his way out the room. The blush dissipated to a lesser pink flush, and in reaction to his tease she pouted, sticking her tongue out like a child would rather than the young woman that she was. “M-Meany! Kissing me like you did and just stopping, Yeo-Bo can be so mean sometimes!”

No, Hai certainly didn't mind the child aspect to her personality; how could he when it so perfectly complimented his sense of humor? If anything, it was most likely a large factor in how they stayed together for so long, making it easy for them to tease back and forth. Although right now, he wasn't sure who he was teasing more, her or himself. He leaned his head against the wall, half laughing, half groaning at his own behavior, before finally getting dressed in the damn suit.

That laugh broke free at what she said in her defense, head shaking slightly as he leaned forward and kissed her on the nose, watching it crinkle in satisfaction. “Tizzy huh? I didn’t know I had that much power over ya.” The charming knight facade fell as he smirked, leaning back against his chair with an almost cocky tilt to his body. “How very interestin’.”

Not that he was immune to her charms. No, he certainly hadn’t been daydreaming about puppies or catgators a few minutes ago. No, his mind was firmly in the delicate hands of Xiao, as well as his heart, and how easily she could crush both into dust. Yet, it was never a worry for him, knowing the gentleness to her that was perhaps too well hidden from many. Just thinking of it eased the cocky edge out of him for the moment, a hand reaching for hers and bringing it to his lips for a gentle kiss. 

But really the physical aspects of her attraction to the mechanic from Foggy Swamp was only a fraction of what really was the reason to how she’s fallen so easily head over heels for him. There was his personality, his spirit, his… Well, to say the least, his everything. There honestly wasn’t one thing about Hai that Xiao-Mao didn’t like, and from that hard and armor-like exterior she kept to hide those feeling of hers, he was so easily able to coax out that sweet and loving kitten only he was allowed to see. Even his accent, to which her friends promptly asked about whether she was annoyed or not with it, was actually one of her most favorite features of him. It was unique, and she couldn’t get enough of it or him..

At his compliance Xiao-Mao finished her own cup of tea as he got a bag for them to carry their food, giggling as she placed down her cup and stood to fix her dress and walk out alongside him. That smile of his was absolutely wondrous, and contagious, too; it could get the earthbender smiling on even her worst days, and knowing her that was a miracle that only he could really achieve.

Despite his excitement, he was in no hurries to get there, taking his time to walk with his love when it had been so long that they had time like this together. That was a challenge, especially with his work schedule. Perhaps sometimes he could be accused of being a workaholic but he was so determined to provide her. Knowing what he did of how she grew up, he never wanted her to worry. Plus, he wanted his own business and not have to listen to a boss anymore. The swamp native could never fully let go of that independence native to his culture.

There was a slight hop to her step as she walked alongside him, the fact that -even amongst all his excitement- he took his time to walk alongside her making the ravenette smile up to him. With a work schedule as hectic as his, and with the times she’d fallen asleep waiting for him in the kitchen to come home so that she could reheat his meal and ask him how his day went, it was difficult to really, actually spend time together. And, at first, she worried; what if this was something only Xiao-Mao herself noticed? But no, Hai wasn’t at all like that; he was definitely the perfect husband all around.

His thoughts were disturbed by the press of soft lips to his fingers, a smile flooding his face. "Ya really think so, darlin'?" He grinned, wrapping his arms around her slim waist, pulling her close so that he could point out every idea in his mind and where it was located in the building, his own voice hushed. It was as if a spell was woven over the space, and if either of them spoke too loudly, it would be disrupted, the building gone into a thousand pieces. "Right over there is gonna be my office, not that I'm gonna be in it much. Jus' somethin' for talkin' to important people really, I'm gonna spend most of my time on the floor. And over there, I'm thinkin' I'll try to keep some extra tools, because it always sucks when tools go missin'. And.."

Even as he rattled off his ideas, he kept her close, resting his head on top of hers, smiling to himself. How did he ever get so lucky? Of course if anyone was going to see what he saw, it would be the best cook Republic City ever gave birth to. And there was no doubt that she was every bit the city's child, and he loved every square inch of her. How she could turn so tough in a moment's notice, even as he rushed in to protect her; how she could go nowhere in the city without finding a familiar face. Not to mention how well she fit against him, and not only physically, though he did love how he could press her against himself and find them a perfect fit. No, for all that they grew up so differently,they fit perfectly, her words weaving into the empty spaces of his mind, making his plans stronger, his smile more frequent. 

And so, when he finally ran out of words, he turned her around, kissing her deeply. "Spirits and stars, I'm gonna make ya so proud, I swear. I'm gonna make sure ya have whatever ya want, I promise." 

But impatience was just as obvious, and as he moved back a bit she bit her finger to hold back the whine that threatened to be heard. And good thing, too; not even a second later she watched as he smirked at her, made that timid kitten hide away to make room for a minx that just couldn’t wait to… Play any longer. She gasped as he made contact with her womanhood, legs stiffening and toes curling as dainty hands gripped tightly at the bedsheets and plush pink lips parted to let out a cry of absolute pleasure. Xiao-Mao fell back to the bed, back arching up from it as it took her all not to reach her climax right away.

He kept his eyes closed for the most part, wanting to savor the taste, though he did occasionally open them to glance up Xiao’s body, see how she was enjoying herself. Of course, it only made things more uncomfortable for him, considering he hadn’t bothered to strip before getting in the bed with her. Definitely an oversight he would have to remedy..after. Right now, he hungered to taste the first of hopefully many ‘happy endings’ and as she moaned and arched up into him, he groaned.

He used nearly every trick he knew of, hands tightening more on her hips as she grew hotter. When he was rewarded with her crying out his name, the sound the most amazing music in his ears, he lingered. It was only when she was close to catching her breath that he pulled away, kneeling upright as he cleaned his lips off with his tongue, the motion slowing as he finally took in the full sight of her there. “Ya really have no idea how sexy ya look right now.”

But why not? Seeing him like that made her breathless, from the very first moment when she saw him in such a way on accident to now when -on some days- she herself would tug almost childishly at his shirt until he took it off. And like a catalyst that near burning feeling down below made the songstress blush under him. Oh, and his hands! The feeling of callused fingertips gripping so tightly to that waist of her’s before stroking her legs, that smirk, it let that hidden side of her’s come out without a problem.

And without a second thought she smiled back, wrapping slender arms around the handsome techbender’s neck and rolled them over so that she were on top now. She licked at her lips, pressing that lush pair to the mechanic’s lips and trailing them down to his neck, that wonderfully sculpted chest of his, his stomach, all the way down to those -for the moment- vexatious pants of his. Keeping her eyes up to his, where mint met those deviant dark green and a slight shiver ran up her spine.

Soon all thoughts were gone as Xiao started kissing her way down, his breath hitching as her soft lips carassed his skin. Still, he didn’t want to make it too easy for her, meeting her gaze with ease, slight smirk twisting his own lips. That control started slipping as her teeth grabbed ahold of his zipper, forcing his breath out slow in response. “Teasin’ me gonna take more then that.” Part of him actually regretted the words as soon as they slipped out, especially when he met her eyes once more and could see that he definitely had awoken the full grown vixen she normally hid inside.

Especially as Xiao kept teasing, the kiss to his member far from enough and they both knew it. “Well I would’ve thought so but ya don’t seem to know what to do with it.” He smirked again, unconsciously licking his lips as he crooked a finger at her. “Jus’ a piece of advice, lips feel really good wrapped  AROUND it.”

Not that she truthfully would have. No Xiao for the most part was filled with grace, like that of her nickname. She could tiptoe through a tree and not have single leaf fall, that’s what they would say back in the swamp. Too bad she always felt shy about dancing, he bet she would be good at it if she loosened up. But it was fun the rare times he would sweep her into a dance, even if she turned various shades of red.

Even her little daydreams were cute, though admittedly, he was doing plenty enough of it himself. It was funny, their day off together, and both too busy thinking. Well, thinking and watching. There were sides to Xiao that was only shown when she was unaware of the world around her, when her own mind provided all the entertainment she needed. He swore there was times when he could actually see her writing her music in her head. And now, he was off daydreaming too, when he had just teased her about it.

Still, she flashed him a smile and a flustered tinge of pink painted those porcelain pale cheeks. “I can’t help it! I keep thinking of how great it is to be able to spend this time with you, and every time I think about you my mind just goes into such a tizzy, Yeo-Bo!” That, too, was true, and despite the blush the ravenette was glad to tell him such a thing. After all, it was thanks to Hai that the bride ended up dazing off whenever she was home alone. Who else but him could fill her thoughts so easily, make fantasy into reality whence he came back home and -at his leave- be the catalyst for even more fantasies to be dreamed?

But it wasn’t just herself daydreaming that made her flush such a shade. No, seeing the way the mechanic’s deliciously deviant features softened to that of a true daydreamer, inventing and planning all in his mind as his expression turned into absolutely, irresistibly, and the definite epitome of handsome, of charming. If she were a princess then Hai would more than definitely be her knight in shining armor.

That laugh broke free at what she said in her defense, head shaking slightly as he leaned forward and kissed her on the nose, watching it crinkle in satisfaction. “Tizzy huh? I didn’t know I had that much power over ya.” The charming knight facade fell as he smirked, leaning back against his chair with an almost cocky tilt to his body. “How very interestin’.”

Not that he was immune to her charms. No, he certainly hadn’t been daydreaming about puppies or catgators a few minutes ago. No, his mind was firmly in the delicate hands of Xiao, as well as his heart, and how easily she could crush both into dust. Yet, it was never a worry for him, knowing the gentleness to her that was perhaps too well hidden from many. Just thinking of it eased the cocky edge out of him for the moment, a hand reaching for hers and bringing it to his lips for a gentle kiss. 

But really the physical aspects of her attraction to the mechanic from Foggy Swamp was only a fraction of what really was the reason to how she’s fallen so easily head over heels for him. There was his personality, his spirit, his… Well, to say the least, his everything. There honestly wasn’t one thing about Hai that Xiao-Mao didn’t like, and from that hard and armor-like exterior she kept to hide those feeling of hers, he was so easily able to coax out that sweet and loving kitten only he was allowed to see. Even his accent, to which her friends promptly asked about whether she was annoyed or not with it, was actually one of her most favorite features of him. It was unique, and she couldn’t get enough of it or him..

At his compliance Xiao-Mao finished her own cup of tea as he got a bag for them to carry their food, giggling as she placed down her cup and stood to fix her dress and walk out alongside him. That smile of his was absolutely wondrous, and contagious, too; it could get the earthbender smiling on even her worst days, and knowing her that was a miracle that only he could really achieve.

Despite his excitement, he was in no hurries to get there, taking his time to walk with his love when it had been so long that they had time like this together. That was a challenge, especially with his work schedule. Perhaps sometimes he could be accused of being a workaholic but he was so determined to provide her. Knowing what he did of how she grew up, he never wanted her to worry. Plus, he wanted his own business and not have to listen to a boss anymore. The swamp native could never fully let go of that independence native to his culture.

Her teasing and playfulness made him smile back, much more warmly then even he would have expected, and a hand curled once more in the dark tresses as she kissed him. He broke it off quickly, his own sigh showing how he hated to do that, but if he didn’t, then they would be staying right where they were. And as tempting as that idea was to the young man, it wasn’t going to satisfy his crime.

“C’mon, I promised ya a night out. And I’m gonna make sure it’s a good one.” With a grin, he stood finally, helping her up, his hand reaching up behind her back to nudge her towards their room. “I’m even dressin’ up.” Where he was going to take her, he wasn’t sure, but it would be fancy. Still, once they were at the door to the bedroom, he kissed her once more, before turning to go pick up the pictures, putting them on the table. The one with the pink pants laid on top, as he came back into the bedroom, frowning as he looked for the one suit he had in there. 

But it seemed that she didn’t need to go all that quickly, seeing that Hai had come into the room in the middle of her changing session. Clad in nothing but her bindings and panties the earthbender looked back to him, holding her best cheongsam against herself as if covering up some place that had never been seen by him before -which, of course, was something to say considering what they’d done with one another. His kiss made her smile, and placing the dress neatly onto the bed the much smaller girl turned and pulled him into an embrace from behind; quite a sight considering her being more than a foot shorter than he. “And I love you too, Yeo-Bo~… You know, though, you really do look good in those pink pants… I don’t think I’d mind seeing you in them again, minus the shirt~”

If she was feeling guilty over the pictures, then so was he. In fact, he was ashamed of his actions and if he was a different sort of man, that flask of vine whiskey would be in his hand, not the cabinet. Still, it was easy enough to nudge such feelings aside when she smiled up at him, the pretty cheongsam briefly covering her pale skin before being laid aside. Seeing her smile so easily at him now, when he had scared her so out by the front door weakened the cage of guilt.

And yes, that was exactly how she meant it; anything and everything, he made look good. Not the other way around. From the only good suit he owned to the casual pants, boots, and optional oil and grease-stained shirt, this man in front of her could make even a paper bag look good. That was a conclusion that the songstress didn’t at all need to second-guess herself on.

Oh, and don’t even get her started on his body itself; the well sculpted arms from lifting heavy car parts to the washboard abs to just ever so slightly below at his… Spirits, her face was ready to burst into flames, she felt! And it must have shown, considering that by the time Xiao-Mao came to the young woman realized that she was breathing quite unevenly and the heat on her cheeks surely turned into quite a blush of some sort. Looking to the techbender and just imagining him in the suit, she gave a cheer and began to unbutton her own cheongsam. “Spirits, Qin-Ai, dressed up or not you’d look absolutely mouthwate- I-I mean stunning, any day~!”

So instead, he focused on changing, until he heard her from behind, and he turned. With her heart, he always was worried that she would have one of her attacks and thought so now. With her face flushed and her uneven breathing, it reminded him of that day when they met her mother. But even before he could take more then one step towards her, she spoke, and the worried frown shifted into that too familiar smirk. So, that flush was for something else, was it?

And of course, now that he knew he had nothing to worry about, he could fully appreciate her look, reminding him of those times he would tease her to that point and beyond. Between that and the knowledge that she had seen evidence of him far from his best, and a new plan formed in his mind, his fingers helping with her cheongsam. “Mouthwaterin’, huh? Funny, I can always say the same for ya.” That was her only warning before he claimed her mouth, pulling her tight against him, his fingers now wandering down her frame. Her skin was so soft under his callused fingers, almost enough to distract him from his new plan and it was with a groan that he pulled away from her, letting her go completely. “Be fun to stay and play but I did promise ya a night out, so finish up, alright darlin’?”

It was a long shot, but the repairman was in need a little more work to help cover his rent and put groceries in the ice box, for the past week the only occupant in his fridge had been soy sauce and a very questionable take out box of what may or may not be fire noodles.

It was a long shot, but the repairman was in need a little more work to help cover his rent and put groceries in the ice box, for the past week the only occupant in his fridge had been soy sauce and a very questionable take out box of what may or may not be fire noodles.

“Well, actually, the swamp is here…kind of speakin’. Me and Hai’s family are visitin’ up from the swamp, so ya’ll get a chance to meet them if ya want! Greyfaces, please be kind alright?”

(So, yeah, if you guys want to talk to Lieu and Hai’s parents or the youngest Huu child, this week is all about them. Just drop a message in the inbox and one of them will answer. The only one who will give a ‘gif’ response is Thao, the brother, since I’ve already said Kyuhyun would be the face claim. But feel free to ask!