Send me § and my muse will react to yours pushing them against a wall and kissing them.

        Time is running out. Iroh will have to return
        to his ship and that will be the end of it, she’s
        sure. These sorts of things never last– long
        distances and the effort to keep contact is too
        difficult when one is running a company and the
        other is off fighting battles and procuring injury
        after injury. She would be lucky if she ever got to
        see him again in one piece, really, with the way the
        world is going now. But it was nice while it had lasted.

                                 When she walks him to the docks, he
                                 takes her by surprise; pushes her against
                                 the brick of a building and captures her lips
                                 like he conquers enemy territory. She does
                                 not push him away. She does not pull him
                                 closer. But she does kiss him back, hands
                                 pressed flat against the wall as she savours
                                 every last drop of addictive hunger in his eyes
                                 and on his tongue.

        She can still taste him on her lips long after
         the United Forces returns to the waters.