Yeeeeeep I'm so doing this. Tokka Week. Yes. Please. Yes. More.

Ahem, anyways. This is the first fanfiction I've ever written, so I'm really sorry if it sucks and is OOC and not good! I'm not an author or anything like that so my execution is really bad. Sorry again.

But it's Tokka so am I even really sorry?

This idea has been in my head for about a week, but I figure it's not very original so sorry about that too. Oh, and Toph is like 22-23 in this and Sokka is 25-26.

Well, here goes.

Rating: T+ (Maybe M? idk) Cursing, implied sexual stuff, less implied sexual stuff… But truthfully is just like making out ok

Word Count: over 9000 1,899 exactly.

Tokka Week 6

"Bending the Rules"

The night air hung forebodingly, few stars strung in the sky like twinkling fireflies. The chilly night would have been unnerving, if not for the moon, half-formed, glowing warmly over Republic City. Her loving eye cast its gaze over her friends' homes, the bay named in her honor, the night crawlers that stayed out when most decent folk slept. It was comforting a comforting presence. She was a comforting presence.

Heavy footsteps echoed through the empty hallways of the Metalbending Police headquarters. They belonged to a tall man – dark skinned, clothed in customary blues, hair pulled back into a wolf tail. She knew those footsteps. She knew that heartbeat. He was back.

He reached his destination, the Metalbending Chief's office. The man paused for a moment in front of the door, whether it was from anxiety or the thrill of just being able to see her again he hardly knew, before raising his knuckles to knock on the wooden door.

"Come in, Snoozles."

Oops. Forgot about that.

He grinned to himself at the sound of her voice, inhibitions dissolving, and opened the door.

"How goes it, Chief? Did you miss me?" he asked her as he strode towards her desk where she sat, her feet planted on top of what could be considered important paperwork. Not that it was important to her, being blind and all.

"'Course not, Snoozles." He smiled at this. "It goes pretty well, if you ignore the looming threats of gang wars, triads, and people out to get you left and right," she stated, smirking. "How was the Fire Nation?"

"Not too shabby. 'Cept I'm dealing with all the same shit you are and no one seems to want to do a damn thing about it."

She groaned, resting her elbow on the arm of her earthen chair, and leaning her head on her fist. "These damn gangs won't quiet down. Every other hour we get new reports of some crap hitting the fan."

"You sound tense, Chief. Maybe you could use a little stress-relief."

"Oh? You and me both. What did you have in mind, Councilman Meathead?"

"This." He whipped out a bottle of aged fire whiskey from within a bag he had been toting on his shoulder and held it in the air triumphantly.

"Uh, Snoozles?"

"Yeah?"

"Blind."

"Oh, right," he muttered sheepishly. He always forgot. "It's fire whiskey from Zuko's private stash."

Her face broke out in her infamous Blind Bandit grin. "I like the way you think, Ponytail."

Her smile faltered. "But I don't drink on the job."

"I'm sure you could make an exception for your best friend and lover, just this once." She could hear the cheeky smile he was most likely wearing in his voice. With an attempt at rolling her eyes,

"And then when my officers see us tipsy and giggling and probably banging? Oh yeah, that'll blow over real well."

"I haven't seen you in a month, Toph!" he exclaimed, reaching a level of exasperation.

Toph sighed. She knew he had a point. Sokka had gone off to visit Zuko in the Fire Nation to obtain "guidance" on the current state of affairs in Republic City. He didn't want to go, assuming the trip would just be formalities and little getting to the meat of the matter. His suspicions were proven to be true, but it wasn't like he could just up and leave when his job required him to be there. Oh, the woes of being a council member. But he knew Toph wasn't much better off. She worked day in and day out, with physical strain as well as mental. She was always being put into danger's clutches, but somehow always came out unscathed and wearing her signature smile. But without hearing his voice, or feeling his touch in the last month, her little victories tasted less sweet. She desperately wanted to curl up in his arms at that moment, guzzle the bottle of fire whiskey between them and just relax.

"I know Sokka, but there are still some stragglers getting work done over-time. They could walk in at any given moment. Not to mention, I'm still on duty."

"You didn't look very industrious when I came in," he pouted.

"I was taking a breather."

"How can you even work right now? There's no one here to read the papers out to you!"

"Ugh! You're impossible. Can't it just wait till we get back home?"

"Come on Tooooph," he pleaded, bending down next to her and putting an arm around her armored shoulders. "Just bend the rules a little. Ya know, 'cuz you're a bender?"

Unwillingly, she let out a faint smile. "Your sense of humor still sucks."

"Did you think a month was long enough for it to improve?"

"Not really," she smiled.

He removed his arm from her shoulders and stood straight, brushing off his pants.

"Whelp, lets open this baby up," Sokka said, rubbing his hands together in anticipation, harboring a hungry look in his eye.

"Sokka," she warned.

"Face it, Toph, you gave in when I pulled out Snoozles Humor. We're drinking. And then we're fucking."

Despite her inner disapproval and against her better judgment, she opened the top drawer on the desk and pulled out a corkscrew.

"You have this in your desk but you don't drink on the job?"

"Well I have to be prepared when I date someone like you," Toph retorted.

Sokka shrugged, as if to say 'fair enough', and opened the bottle. "Got any glasses in that drawer of yours?"

"Nope."

Shrugging again, he took a swig. "Bottoms up."

"Hand it over, Meathead," she made for the bottle with grabby hands, now with her feet firmly on the ground. After a good helping, she handed it back to Sokka, who had now taken a position sitting on the edge of her desk.

"So what did His Royal Firefart have to say?"

"The usual. Blah blah blah, let's get crackin', blah blah blah, oh no that wouldn't work. It's constant back and forth, should we go about this the ethical way or the just way?" Sokka explained, downing more whiskey.

Toph snorted, and muttered something about just locking all the gang members away for good.

"Well, if we're going to be disregarding all rules tonight, then we might as well have a more pleasant topic." She tapped her finger on her chin, before standing up and taking a seat next to him. "How are Mai and the fire brat?"

"Both good. Ursa is four now, I think? She's really cute, except when she's throwing knives and fireballs at your kneecaps."

A laugh erupted from the metalbender, "I take it she likes you, huh?"

"Oh she loves Uncle Socky. Ya know Toph, I was thinking, we could have like two or three when we get married—"

Toph nearly spit out her sip of whiskey at this, sputtering and pounding herself on the chest to force it down. "Excuse me? You want me to pop out how many bundles of crying, stinking, boob-latching things?"

"What? Three isn't that many, hell, Katara and Aang already have two. And, for the record Toph, they're called babies."

"You're not the one squeezing them out through your—"

"Okay, okay! How about just one then?" he compromised, cutting off her vulgar terminology.

"Can we talk about this when we're actually married? I have a job, and so do you. We don't, and probably won't for a while, have time to care for a kid."

Sokka frowned. True, Toph wasn't very motherly, and he didn't want to drive her away by pressuring her to be something she wasn't, but he saw the way she treated those she cared about. She may be brash and relentless, but she had a really loving heart.

"I'm just pondering the future. Never say never, babe."

"I didn't, I'm just being realistic. How did we get on this topic, anyways? I thought we were supposed to be having sex."

"So now you want to do things my way!" he exclaimed in mock vexation, before pulling her in for a kiss. She smiled against his lips, putting her hand on the back of his neck to bring him closer, her other hand leaving the neck of the bottle to prop herself up on the table. The couple had shared countless kisses before, but there was a special something about kissing the one you love after an absence. Suddenly, their taste is sweeter, you crave their touch more and more. The best thing about when Sokka left Republic City was when he came back.

They deepened the kiss, his lips moved faster, rhythmically, with hers, hands firmly on the small of her back. She moved her hands to the front of his tunic, clutching it in passionate wanting. His tongue begged for entrance into her mouth, which she happily obliged to. His touch trailed down her back, the swell of her hips, her thighs…

"How the hell do you get this off?" he murmured into her mouth. She broke the kiss, pulling away from him. "Hold on a sec."

She metalbended her uniform off, leaving a clattering pile of armor on the floor and revealing her white beater and grey breeches.

"That was officially the sexiest thing I've ever seen." He stated, standing up off of the table and scooping her petite frame up in his arms. "Sokka!" she half-squealed half-giggled as he set her back on the desk.

"I love you so much," he whispered against her lips, his arms snaking around her waist. His fingertips edged up the hem of her shirt, causing her to shudder involuntarily. Toph pulled away for a moment to state:

"I love you too." And in one split-second move, the were connected by their lips once again.

Hua, Chief Bei Fong's first assistant, walked quietly towards her boss's office. In her arms were a large stack of unsigned papers and memos. She was a good girl, a non-bender, but she did her work dutifully and diligently. She also admired the Chief like a school girl admired her wise sifu. Usually her tasks consisted of reading aloud to Toph, fetching tea, and signing things for her. (Authorized, of course.) She was delivering the latest pile to her at this moment, blithely unaware that her boss was – ehrm, detained. Hua, with light feet, knowing how the Chief's headaches were terrible at night, reached out to knock on the door but stopped abruptly when she heard a noise come from within the confines of the office.

"Oh, Snoozles…"

Balancing the files in the crook of her left elbow, Hua jerked the hand that would've knocked away. Her eyes widened at the prospect of what she would've chanced upon had she not stayed her hand. A knowing smile played on her face, her eyes crinkling. Silently as she came, she left the hallway and headed back to her cubicle. Hua rounded upon some of the last metalbenders that were preparing to head home or finishing up the night's paperwork. "Don't disturb the Chief for the rest of the night, got it boys? She's working over her ears and doesn't your crap on top of it all." she announced to the few who remained. They nodded and grumbled in compliance.

She smiled to herself and set the stack back on her desk.