Their connection is clear to Asami, and she's too forward and direct to let innuendo drag on for too long. She turns at her waist, too, and she places the pads of her fingertips gently on his cheek.

"I'm the lucky one, Sokka," she says quietly and earnestly. Her hip rests against the frame of the car, and her hand drops to his chest, and her fingers close gently around a fold of fabric. She searches his eyes, her own half-lidded, for the same desire she feels.