When Love Grows (Zukka)

Chapter 5

TW: Racism

Sokka's POV:

"Sokka... Sokkaaaa,"

Who kept nagging me! Could a guy get some sleep. The perpetrator kept poking my head relentlessly! It was so early to deal with this...

"Five more minutes," I mumbled quite spitefully.

My clear irritation was not clear enough. The guy kept bothering me! It was annoying. I just wanted five more minutes!

My rash sleepy mind had enough! I turned from the pokey-pokey person, and curled deeper into the soft sheets. Maybe the covers will shield me... Silence! Finally! I had some peace and quiet.

"Sokka!"

"HMmMh wHat!" I yelped.

My covers dragged me from the soft bed, and guess what. I landed hard on the floor. Who in the right mine would yell in someone ears while simultaneously dragging them out of bed. Well, Katara, and this guy would. The impact left me crippled! My poor precious butt!

Soon after, my pain was met with some sinister cackling. I veered my sight towards the source of the laughing. It was Zuko. I looked at him contently. He was always grumpy, but now he wasn't. It was a strange at first, but after a day or two the awkwardness died down. Not in a million years would I say that his genuine laugh made my heart bloom. Luckily it wasn't like am evil manic one...

I was still slightly annoyed.

"Stop laughing! That really hurt," I whined to my husband. Husband? Still felt a tad weird.

"Nope!"

A surge of playfulness coursed my body. His taunts needed to punished! With tickles of course! If he was going to laugh, he would laugh by my hands. I was going to tickle him until he couldn't breathe. My hands raised and curved like a hawk ready to claim its prey.

"So-kka stop," he giggled.

"Nope! This is payback!" I said smiley. You could call me petty. I didn't care. This was just so much fun!

My tickles were not forgiving. He tried his best to fight back, but I was just too invincible. They didn't call me the tickle monster for nothing. Actually no one ever called me that, but he didn't know. I continued with the unforgiving pace, but I noticed something shift in Zuko's demeanor. Something in Zuko snapped. He tripped me onto my butt, yet again, and tackled me to the floor.

I couldn't believe it! He managed to overpower the self-proclaimed tickle monster!

He began his attack. For some reason, he only used one hand to tickle me. It was weird, but I was probably looking too deep.

His power was relentless. Eventually, Zuko had mercy for his alpha and stopped. We were both exhausted. All we managed to do for the next few minutes was lay dead on the marbled floor. Maybe I was being to dramatic...

While on the cool floor, I couldn't help but take in what had happened the last few days. I was kidnapped. I got married. I had sex. Everything felt surreal. Zuko felt unreal. Zuko now, and Zuko of the past were two different people. Maybe they were the same...

I couldn't help but steal glances of Zuko. I also glanced at his lonely hand. I wanted to just hold it. I needed to do it. They urge to do it, hovered my mind. Shyly, I gained the courage to reach my hand to meet his. Right there and then, my heart skyrocketed in the spirit world. Spirits, seeing his bashful blush was worth it.

I wanted to make his blush burn. I wanted to make this moment so much sweeter. I could kiss those plump lips...

What was I thinking! Spirits, I needed to get a grip. But, wasn't it natural to want to kiss your husband? A husband that was forced to marry? Still questionable. I really wanted to kiss him!