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[shadowsong26]

Title: Important Things (Tentative)
Rating: PG-13 (I think)
Genre: Action/Adventure
Summary: When given time, people think too much. When thinking gives way to action, the consequences may be explosive.
Warning: Takes place after Boiling Rock. And this was intended to be a one-shot. It changed its mind halfway though. I'm playing this entirely by ear (hence the only tentative title and rating).

Mai doesn’t regret throwing everything away for a broken love affair.

Akio saw the lack of appropriate contrition in her eyes when he snuck the younger girl into see her.

He knew the story, of course, had been told the basics when he was assigned to the two young prisoners, and Ty Lee had filled in the details when they’d started sleeping together.

And, spirits, wasn’t that a mess he probably should have avoided.

It wasn’t that he was unsatisfied. Far from it. And it wasn’t that he felt a little awkward and afraid about the whole thing--particularly after he managed to get Ty Lee transferred to the cell next to Mai. It was more that…well, it was all getting to be rather too much, and he was getting to look forward to his stolen liasons with the younger girl than was really safe or appropriate.

He rolled off of his young…well, lover wasn’t exactly the right word for it. Lover implied at least some level of mutual affection or attraction, and, as attentive, willing, and energetic as Ty Lee was, the circumstances under which she’d offered herself to him precluded giving that name to their relationship.

“Something wrong?” she asked, half sitting up to examine the look on his face with no care for how the blanket slid down and exposed her.

“No, nothing’s wrong.”

“You seem upset.”

“Just thinking.”

“About what?”

“You.”

“Good,” she said, smiling. “’Cause it’d really be annoying if you were thinking about something besides me right after I had sex with you.”

He laughed a little. “Yeah, you’re right.”

There was a moment’s silence, then “So?”

“So what?”

“So, what about me were you thinking?”

“Nothing special. Just…a little surprised.”

“Surprised?” She frowned, a little confused.

“You’re…what, sixteen?”

“I’ll be fifteen in the fall.”

“Fourteen then. And a noblewoman.”

Ty Lee sighed, and played with a hole in the blanket. “I already told you why I’m here.”

“No, no, I’m just…you…ah…you weren’t a virgin.”

“Oh!” She laughed, and even blushed a little. “No, I’m not. Haven’t been for ages.” She frowned again. “…Is that a problem?”

“No,” he assured her. “Actually, it’s kind of relief. I’ll be in enough trouble when people find out about our…um…”

“Arrangement?”

“Yeah. If it turned out I’d…um…deflowered a noblewoman, even if she’s…”

“Disgraced and imprisoned?”

He hadn’t wanted to say it. “Yeah.”

“Well, don’t worry. You won’t get in trouble for that, at least.” She kissed his forehead, providing him an excellent view of her naked bosom.

“…It’s just…kind of surprising,” he said, when he collected his thoughts again. “I mean, you’re a fourteen-year-old noblewoman, and you’re not a virgin.”

Ty Lee rolled her eyes. “I also ran away and lived with a circus for almost a year. And also, just ‘cause most of my class thinks sex is all about procreation--or power--doesn’t mean that’s all it’s about. At least, the way I see it.”

“Ok, I’ll bite.” He propped himself up on one elbow. “What is sex all about?”

She spent a moment collecting her thoughts. “Well, I mean, the way I see it, I have a great body. And I love it. And I like sharing it with other people. And it’s fun, too. The sharing. So, why not? I mean, that’s not to say that sex isn’t at least partway about making babies, or that it’s not powerful--’cause it is--but that’s not all or even mostly what it’s about. It’s about loving your body and sharing it with someone. And that’s what sex is about for me. What it’s always been about for me. It’s a way to have fun and share my body with someone who wants to share his body with me. All the rest of it--babies, our deal, whatever--that’s just fringe benefits. I mean, I don’t have sex to get something. I have sex because I like having sex.”

Well, that was a hell of a lot more frank than he expected. A sudden inspiration hit him, and, before he could stop himself, he said, “I think I can get you out of here.”

“…Really?” She sat straight up, staring down at him, grinning like an idiot.

“Yeah. Really.” He grinned back at her. Couldn’t help it. The girl’s constant optimism--even in a place like this--was infectious.

“Mai too?”

Here he hesitated. Bringing the other noblewoman along would complicate things, make it much more difficult.

She folded her arms, under her really very magnificent breasts, and said, flatly, “I’m not leaving without her.”

“Ok, ok,” he said. “Ok, Lady Mai too.”

“Yay!” She tackled him, throwing her arms around him. Startled, he fell back onto the bed again.

From there, a repeat of their earlier activity was inevitable.

And the only problem was how to get the two teenaged prisoners out alive.