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He’s walking by the breakfast table when it happens. Workout clothes cling to his sweat-wet skin, and the towel barely seems to make a dent in it.

She strikes quickly, silently - all he hears is the sharp crack of her palm against his buttocks, then the squeeze. He yelps - later, she’ll claim he airbent himself clear to the roof. He whips his head around, glaring at her, but she’s unapologetic, quirking an eyebrow at him over her cup of tea and morning newspaper.

They say revenge is a dish best served cold, but sometimes, the opposite is true.

She’s two hours late to her shareholder meeting that day, and that turtleneck doesn’t even come close to covering all the hickies.