Toph sits. Set five years later (warning: contains sexual content).

In the five years that Toph and Sokka had been in business together, escorting a Christian monk from Fairglenn to Chengdu was by far the most amusing job they had ever contracted. For one thing, Aang was so unnaturally cheerful. He always woke before Sokka and Toph to make them tea. He was always volunteering to stoke the fires and break down camp, even when the pair made it clear that his help was neither wanted nor needed. He was kind to every traveler they met, even the ones who threatened him with violence. He did not attempt to proselyte to either of them (and Toph had little use for gods besides taking their names in vain), but he gave them both rosaries with the hopes that they would provide protection long after the monk had departed; both warriors wore the necklaces in appreciation of his intent. And Aang always had a smile on his face –always, even in his sleep. He never swore and he almost never raised his voice. In fact, the only time his composure seemed to rattle was whenever he argued with Sokka about the damn cow – Appa was her name. The monk was rather attached to her and when questioned he admitted that he had no real use for the beast; still, he refused to let her go, despite Sokka's protests that the thing was slowing their progress.

When Toph finally worked up the nerve to ask Aang if Appa was meant to be a pet, he shook his head and answered, "She's family."

Well, to each his own, thought Toph, and as they walked along the road her thoughts drifted to more personal matters.

She remembered retrieving stolen spices from pirates on the River Roku, only to discover that they were partially owned by her father (after which she'd promptly dumped the whole lot into the river). To say that Sokka had been livid was an understatement. Fortunately she was able to convince their client that the loss was truly an accident and that the gemstones she recovered from the captain's cabin should more than enough cover his insurance costs and only his, not those of Lord Beifong's.

She remembered killing her first man. There was a group of bandits (from Arden judging by their clothing) who tried to ambush her and Sokka on the road from Kingshall to Shadowglen. Sokka killed three of them without even blinking. The last had rushed at her, yelling and screaming all the while, and despite her training Toph had panicked at the sight. It was one thing to fight training dummies and friends you'd known for years; it was another to fight a complete stranger, one with more hands-on experience than you did. Quite frankly, running that bastard through had been pure luck.

She managed to contain her anguish for the rest of the evening till after they made camp, then she darted away from the bedrolls and heaved onto the grass.

Sokka came and hugged her till she felt better.

It was the first and last time she had such a visceral reaction.

There had been many more kills since then.

She'd tried cactus juice for the first time and after waking up in the local pottery with three goats, a book on southern wildflowers and a very confused notary crushed (but alive) beneath her, she swore never to touch the shit again.

She and Sokka did double shots not a month later.

She had grown into her own person, challenged her morals and had them challenged by others. She had become harder, tougher, wiser. She felt content with her place in the world, content with the life she and the loveable idiot walking beside her had built for themselves with sword and sweat and blood.

In short, Toph Beifong, an already formidable and impressive human being, had become a certified badass.

But there was something missing from this picture, something which Toph could no longer afford to keep at arm's length. The mere thought of it generated a strange mix of curiousity, revulsion, fear, desire and just plain confusion. It was something which she, before running away from home and become a wandering swordsman, had long feared would define her identity for the rest of her life.

Toph needed to have sex.

It wasn't that she particularly wanted to have sex – sex was a big, scary unknown that she'd always imagined involved being trapped under some sweaty nobleman (if she was lucky he'd be handsome) lying still as a corpse and pretending to enjoy it. And there was no way it was as magical and perfect as they wrote it in stories and pillow books. She had seen naked bodies before: the low numbers of women in the King's Knights did not warrant the construction of separate baths, and she had lost count of the number of times she'd caught her comrades-in-arms mid-coitus in the nooks and crannies of the compound (Sokka was a particularly bad offender). Sex was messy and awkward and looked like way too much effort to be worth the supposed pleasure.

As far as Toph was concerned, losing her virginity was simply a matter of having the experience under her belt. Hopefully, in doing so, she would understand herself a bit better, which in turn would make her a more effective warrior.

"Know thyself," said Iroh as he paced through the recruits. "Know your strengths and your weaknesses. Know your wants, your needs, and your fears. The less you know about yourself, the less you can predict your actions and the actions of those you face in battle. To know thyself is to gain control, control that will be invaluable in your lives and on the field, if necessary."

Toph doubted Iroh had been speaking of the bedroom at that particular moment, but given the general's well-known romantic life, perhaps she shouldn't have ruled out that interpretation.

There was also the issue of her parents to deal with. They had always talked about sex as some dangerous, unpleasant thing which was only to be done in the confines of marriage and only for the purpose of bearing children. Even though Toph now knew this was not the case, the weight of her parents' teachings was causing a conflict of guilt and desire in her mind (a battle that would often rear its ugly head during the rare moments she touched herself in the privacy of her bedroll). A tumble between the sheets could go a long way towards putting the beast down for good. And on the off chance fate handed her back into the loving custody of Poppy and Lao Beifong, she could unsubtly drop a few hints about bedding men up and down the nation during her travels, backed up by her missing maidenhead (if such a thing even existed). There might be a few noblemen who elected to ignore her lack of "purity" for the benefits of a Beifong marriage, but she suspected that most suitors would want to fuck a maid on their wedding night (not that it ever stopped them from deflowering women left and right before then).

There was also a less pleasant reason for wanting at least one sexual experience under her belt. Toph had never given much thought to being a warrior woman on the road, and anyone who thought her incapable quickly found themselves on the ground with an abundance of bruises. But all it would take was one slip up, one bad day and then…

One time, while they were just outside of Old Omashu, Toph and Sokka had split up in pursuit of a convicted murderer. She ran into a group of highwayman who were hiding out in the thickets by the nearby river. She put up a hell of a fight, but if she hadn't thrown herself into the raging waters and floated downstream (managing to drown one of the bastards in the process), they would've had her virginity and more, if they so chose. She got lucky that day, but luck was a fickle bitch, and should the day ever come wherein she'd was forcibly taken by some sweaty, black-hearted dipshit, she'd rather not have the experience become be the initial, defining moment that shaped her future sexuality.

(***)

The first step to sex was self-assessment.

Toph knewthat people desired her (the would-be rapists of the world didn't count) - the amount of leering and catcalls and "accidental" ass grabs in taverns (which resulted in "accidental" wrist-breakings) told her that much – but Toph never could understand whythey would still want her – Not with so many other more palatable women out there.

About three months earlier, while Sokka snored away, Toph went out to a nearby lake, stripped to her bare skin and used the moonlight to assess her reflection. Despite a reduction in daily food intake, she'd grown even beefier since leaving the Knights, though Sokka still had the edge (he knew better than to brag about it, though). Her hair was always a mess; keeping it short had its advantages – she'd lost count of how many fights she'd won by yanking someone's long hair and pulling them in for the kill – but it was highly unflattering, and she was too cheap to bother having someone make something of it. Her skin was pockmarked with dozens of scars of varying sizes from arrows, blades, axe heads and other random weapons. Ironically, her most prominent decoration came not from a person but from a boar tusk; it was a long, ugly streak of pink across her right thigh – just thinking about the encounter made her shiver.

But for all her faults (at least the ones she ascribed to herself), there were a few things that she did have in her favor. She definitely had a way with people, whether it was by charming a tavern crowd with her boisterous attitude and dirty jokes, or by infuriating opponents with creative insults and goading them into blindly attack her. She had an objectively pretty face (but lots of people have pretty faces), and more than one person had commented on the striking quality of her eyes (but lots of people have nice eyes). And Toph was not lacking in bosom – her breasts had continued to grow even though the rest of her body seemed content in its current state. It was really the only aspect of her sexuality that she was comfortable with, mainly because they were so useful in getting discounts on supplies, and a little tease often went a long way in getting information from otherwise resigned sources. She still bound the "bouncing babes" as she did in her Knights' days, but wraps were not as tight – she couldn't afford plate armor and a little jiggle was almost always guaranteed to distract her opponents during a fight.

Now that she had figured out the details of her attractiveness, she was ready for step two: seducing someone into bed with her.

(***)

She'd been more flirty than usual whenever they stopped at roadside inns and frequented the various taverns. Flashing a smile and showing more cleavage than usual (the hint of breast she used during business transactions and combat was more than enough as far she was concerned). Most of her potential bedmates were farmers and laborers who came to have a drink after a hard day's work. When they passed through the big cities, Toph would run into soldiers from the local army encampments or foreign mercenaries seeking out new opportunities. One time a handsome, blonde priest from the Iron Moor begged for the honor of her company in his bed, and Toph had been so taken by his earnestness (and his rather impressive chest) that she actually did bring him back to her room – but all he got for his troubles was a lovebite on his neck and a few handfuls of breast.

Three months later and Toph was still sexless – for whatever reason she could never go through with it. It was closeness…or rather, the lack of it. And to be honest, this aversion made no sense to her. It wasn't like she needed to be in love – she had never expected for there to be any love in her sex life, and who had time for love…real love…with a life like hers? Staying fed, staying alive and staying focused were the most important things.

And yet… she thought. She looked over her shoulder to watch Sokka arguing with Aang, and began to reconsider the one possibility she'd all but ruled out from the get go.

Sokka was a friend. More than that, he was a partner, a rock, a sturdy shield to go along with her fierce sword (she was easily the more combative of the two). She trusted him like no one else on this earth.

But Sokka was also a man, and being Toph's friend did not preclude him from seeing her the way a man might see a woman, though with more appreciation than lust. Sokka was no stranger to women, either – she'd known that from her days in the Knights' training camp. He fucked farmer's daughters, soldiers, serving girls, courtesans (he got to fuck them for free, the charmer!), and probably a wife or two. The self-described manwhore even had a few "regulars" – Ty Lee for one, though Toph doubted the two had seen each other since leaving Ba Sing Se (which the pair actively avoided). Then there was that teacher…brown hair, spunky little thing…what's her name? I forget, thought Toph, putting her out of mind.

Toph was comfortable with him, he was skilled and he would care that she had a good time (or as good a time as she wanted to) without caring about her, at least in a romantic sense.

I guess that settles it, then.

She just prayed that it wouldn't be the beginning of the end for their partnership.

(***)

When Aang went off to forage for his lunch (being a vegetarian and all), Toph took Sokka aside and made her request. She expected him to laugh, or wiggle his eyebrows, or puke, do something other than sit quietly and listen to her every word. Instead he placed his hands on her shoulders and said solemly, "I'm flattered and honored that you'd come to me. I'd be more than happy to do this for you. You're in good hands, I promise."

"Oh. Well, thanks," said Toph, now feeling more awkward than ever before. "Look, I know you have your thing, so you needn't worry about me getting attached and all that nonsense…"

"I'm not worried. We're both professionals, right?" said Sokka. "And it's just one night, right? Not to diminish the significance of this one night. For you, I mean. Well, for me too, but…shit." He sighed. "Look Toph, this'll only change our relationship if we let it. And as long as we stay focused on the task at hand – bringing you into the ranks of the bedded, nothing more – then we should be fine."

"Okay," replied Toph, who now felt slightly less awkward.

"So…when do you…we want to do this?"

"As soon as possible. Tonight, if we can manage it."

Sokka hesitated. "There aren't any beds for at least four days. It might be more comfortable for you if-"

"I'm a big girl, Sokka," scoffed Toph. "I don't need a fluffy bed and candles and foot massages and all that bullshit."

Sokka considered her thoughts. "We'll be passing by a small forest in a day or so. It'll give us some privacy away from monk-boy," he said, jabbing his thumb towards the direction Aang had taken. "We can do it then."

"Perfect. It's a date," said Toph, who then did a double take. "Uh, I mean…"

"I know what you mean, Toph. So...tomorrow night?"

"Tomorrow night."

(***)

They managed to find a clearing in the woods, and with the full moon out both warriors had a good view of each other. Sokka had brought their bedrolls with him and laid them out to form a giant square on the grass. They began to strip in front of each other (something which they'd done countless times before), but there was an unmistakable tension in the air, despite all of Sokka's assurances of a casual atmosphere.

"Here are the rules," said Toph as she unbuttoned her shirt, exposing her breasts. "You keep your hands on my hips unless I tell you otherwise. There will be no touching, licking, sucking…whatever, of any kind on any of my bits. You get in, you do your thing, you get out, no frills. From the stories I've heard, a woman getting off during sex is the exception, not the rule. No reason to unnecessarily raise my expectations for future encounters."

"But…I can't sleep with you and not have you enjoy it. It…just doesn't seem right," replied Sokka as he removed his pants.

"Look," said Toph with exasperation, "this situation is already weird enough and I don't want things getting any more awkward than they already are. You giving me an orgasm is only going to complicate things." Probably just for me.

"But you giving me an orgasm isn't a complication?"

"The benefits of having a dick: you're always guaranteed to get off during sex. This is just routine as far as you're concerned."

Sokka was tempted to list off all the times he had not gotten off with his bedmates, but as Toph slid her smallclothes down her legs to reveal the dark nest of hair between her legs, the comment died on his lips.

They were now completely naked in front of each other – they had been like this well before tonight, but now there was a new purpose to their nakedness, something which made both of them uncomfortable.

Sokka was glancing downwards; no prize for guessing what he was looking at. Toph fought the urge to cover herself with her arms. No sense in being a prude now.

"Well, if you're not wet this is going to hurt way more than it needs to," said Sokka matter-of-factly.

"I'll just go and finger myself for a couple minutes," said Toph dismissively. "You should do the same. Well, palming, grasping…whatever you guys call it."

"Wouldn't it be easier if-" Toph glared at him. "…fine."

"I'll be back in five minutes," she said as she started to walk deeper into the woods.

"Are you sure that's going to be enough time for y-" She glared at him again. "I'll see you in five minutes."

(***)

As Toph disappeared into the trees, Sokka started to conjure up memories of a frequent bedmate of his. Her name was Suki, and she lived in the central farmlands; she was exceptionally well-built and ran a training school for aspiring swordsman alongside her mother. Whenever the warrior was in the area he made a point of spending the night (several nights if he could manage it).

But his mind kept wandering back to Toph and after making a mild protest to his brain, Sokka decided to go with it. After all, it wouldn't be the first time he'd fantasized about her, willingly or no. Whether she acknowledged it or not, Toph was beautiful, and if Sokka hadn't been so concerned about preserving their close friendship (to say nothing of the certainty that she'd have beaten him within an inch of his life), he'd probably have proposed something like this a long time ago.

With plenty of titillating images floating through his head, Sokka took himself in hand and began to stroke.

(***)

Toph reemerged from the darkness five minutes later, her skin flushed with arousal and embarrassment; for whatever reason she'd been unable to keep Sokka firmly out of mind whilst she pleasured herself in the dark. She'd tried her hardest to push the images out; her brain flickered from old crushes she'd had at the King's Knights to the blonde monk to the handsome heroes from the novels she used to read – but all to no avail. It makes sense, thought Toph. I mean, I am about to have sex with him. But…it's Sokka. I can't be wanting him. That's not what this is about.

Get in, get out, get it done.

Just stick to the plan.

Sokka's manhood was wet with desire, and it almost seemed to glisten in the moonlight. Toph tried to avert her eyes with limited success.

He was probably thinking about Suki, she thought. That's what I would do if I had to sleep with me.

Uncertainty seized her. I don't know what I'm supposed to do. I mean, I know what I should do…but, I don't know anything at all.

The two forced themselves to meet each other's eyes.

"So…how do…?" began Sokka.

"On your back," said Toph. The man obliged by laying down on the bedrolls and clasping his hands together just over his abdomen. Toph straddled his legs just below the waist; she was hyperaware of how his skin felt against hers, the warmth of their bodies, the coolness of the night air, the noises of the nocturnal creatures who bore witness to their activities.

She could feel his hardness pressing against her stomach.

She traced her left hand over his chest, taking care to pull her fingers over the scar on his right side. An assassin sent by the river pirates had managed to get in a lucky blow before Toph removed his hand – then his head. Sokka had been in bed for four days afterwards.

She looked into his eyes.

He looked right back.

In that moment, Toph came to a sad realization.

Things will never be the same between us again.

"Look, Toph," began Sokka with a sigh, "if this is making you uncomfortable…"

But I don't trust anyone else to do this for me…do this with me.

"…I won't be offended, and I won't think any less of you…"

Know thyself. Face your demons. Set them free.

Toph remembered what Sokka had said nearly nine years ago. "Good habit to get into, grabbing swords by the hilt."

She grabbed the base of Sokka's cock, aligned it with the entrance to her body, and slowly sat down.

(***)

The instant the head slipped inside it felt as though someone had thrown open a door inside her being and Toph knew she could never close it again. What is learned cannot be unlearned, only forgotten. Well, she wasn't going to forget this anytime soon.

There was pressure, a tiny pinch of pain and…it was…well, she didn't know how to describe it. It felt so…weird…creepy, even. She could feel the delicate skin sliding against her inner flesh.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Toph's thighs made contact with Sokka's waist, and her weight sank onto her legs. He was completely buried inside her.

No flashing lights, no angelic choruses, no feelings of euphoria.

Well that was anticlimactic, thought Toph to herself.

She looked down and was surprised at the total lack of blood. Another sign I'm a complete weirdo? Or is that another romance novel cliché down the cistern?

Her muscles clenched reflexively as they tried to make sense of the foreign object currently embedded in her body. Sokka dug his fingers into her hips and hissed in pain. "Damn woman, you're a lot tighter than I thought you'd be." His face filled with concern. "Are you sure you're feeling relaxed?"

Toph raised an eyebrow. "I'm probably as relaxed as I'm going to be." She tried tracing patterns on Sokka's chest to calm her nerves and moved from left to right, trying to get her brain and body on the same page.

A yelp of discomfort (with a slight hint of appreciation) escaped from Sokka's lips.

"Keep it down!" she hissed. "I know we're in the trees, but I don't want to risk waking up Baldy. Besides…" she said with a shiver (it's just the night air), "…that doesn't sit well with me." Oh God, I'm making jokes without even meaning to.

Sokka started to lift himself up on his elbows. "Is this…am I creeping you out? Maybe I should pull-"

"Stay where you are!" shouted Toph, then remembered her own advice. "You're…doing fine," she said softly. "It's just that…" Toph felt heat surge through her cheeks. "I'm still getting used to this…to you…you're actually inside me. I've always hated the idea, I mean you know this and…well, I didn't think…I just need some time, okay? And I'm not gonna freak out. Well, maybe a little. But I'm still doing this. We're still doing this."

Sokka simply nodded said, "Just tell me when. Do whatever you need to feel comfortable. And if you want to stop, just say the word and it's done." He lay back down and closed his eyes, but kept his hands on her hips. His grip relaxed and he very gently started to stroke back and forth across her hips and backside.

Toph almost brought up the rules but opted not to. That feels…nice, she thought.

They remained stationary for nearly five minutes, both parties trying not to think about how incredibly awkward the whole thing was.

Maybe this wasn't such a great idea after all, thought Toph despondently. And now I've quite literally screwed my friendship with Sokka. So much for self-empow-

She didn't know what had happened; if it was Sokka's hands, or her walls finally stretching to accommodate the man beneath her, or all the physical and mental bits coming together, but all of a sudden those muscles were moving again and this time…

Sokka groaned and Toph let out a gasp as pleasure surged through their bodies.

Oh.

Sokka's hands started to tighten up again.

That feels pretty good, actually.

"Do that again," said Sokka.

"I…I don't know if I…" And then it just happened, and they both made noise again.

Don't think, came a strange voice from somewhere in Toph's mind. Feel. Instinct, not logic. Spontaneity, not strategy. Those will come with time and practice. Enjoy this moment.

"Whatever you say," whispered Toph to herself. Okay Toph. Feel. Instinct. Be spontaneous.

She hesitantly began to rock her hips back and forth. Obviously she was doing something right, as Sokka's hips were beginning to move as well.

"Try…moving up and down," said Sokka. "Slowly. There'll be plenty of time for speed…in the future."

She became aware of the empty space inside her as she rose up, and it was oddly comforting to fill it again when she sat back down. Of course, this threw off her hip roll, and it took Toph several tries to get all the axes and movements coordinated.

Her brain was finally starting to make sense of the whole experience. The sensation was different from when Toph pleasured herself. Not better or worse mind you, just…different. Different in a good way, too. And now a familiar burning began just below her stomach.

"You can go…a little faster…" said Toph, whose breath was beginning to hitch with each successive stroke.

"As the…lady wishes…" gasped Sokka.

Their loins were finally in sync, and Toph's legs had crept wider and wider to accommodate the motions of their bodies. Things were feeling good…feeling really good…but she seemed to have reached her limit. She wanted desperately to touch herself, but she wouldn't. She couldn't. It wouldn't have been "authentic." And it would put me in a dangerous place.

Then before Toph realized what was happening Sokka had sat up and was cradling her against his chest.

She opened her mouth to protest, to remind him about the rules again, but all that emerged was a gasp and her legs automatically rose to wrap themselves around his waist.

She was still in control, but now Sokka had a much better angle on her, and he was hitting this one spot and everything felt delicious and her body inched a little bit closer…

Their movements grew faster and faster, and everything around Toph faded away until nothing was left but the slapping of wet flesh, the feeling of Sokka's hands against her back, their beating hearts pressed together.

And then all of a sudden Sokka went stiff beneath her and his cock went even stiffer and he whispered "Oh God," then there was heat as his seed filled her cunt. The burning sensation in her lower body pulsed and then slowly began to die, but her body felt slightly cheated; Toph had never quite reached orgasm.

But that was a good thing, wasn't it?

So as Sokka clutched her body, riding out the last throes of his peak, Toph began to take stock of the situation.

There. That was it.

She was no longer a virgin.

She'd had sex.

Once the rumblings were done, Toph rose rather ungracefully off of Sokka, trying to ignore the movement of his fluids inside her. Think about something else. "My moon was a week ago, so we needn't worry about pregnancy," she said casually, as if she were rattling off a supply list. "Though in hindsight, I should've been more worried about disease. You do sleep with all those whores…"

"Only the clean ones," said Sokka, his voice devoid of any mirth. He looked up at Toph. "So…how do you feel?" His voice was full with genuine curiosity and concern.

This was one conversation Toph really did not want to have. She yanked out one of the blankets from underneath Sokka. "I'm going to bed," she said, simply.

"Toph…" he began.

She cut him off. "I'll see you in the morning," she added, then walked in the direction of camp and disappeared into the woods.

Sokka shouldn't have been hurt by her cold shoulder – they'd agreed to keep things simple – but her just up and leaving like this – it hurt him.

An air of sadness still clutching his heart, Sokka lay back down on the remaining bedroll, closed his eyes and went to sleep.

(***)

Toph awoke to the smell of leek soup and fresh tea. Her brain was instantly flooded with memories of the previous night, and her loins, sore though they were, twitched pleasurably in response.

Last night Toph had purposefully denied herself release – no longer.

She furiously thrust her fingers in and around her slit, and barely managed to stifle the moan of relief when she finally came.

She pulled on her smalls and a light shirt and went to have breakfast. Aang slyly commented on her lack of modesty (but not in a malicious way); Toph punched his arm in response and the two went into a deep discussion about the merits of tea versus alcohol (which Toph was surprised to learn the monk did indulge in from time to time).

A dressed but disheveled looking Sokka emerged from the woods about 15 minutes later and sat down across from his two companions; the drinks conversation stopped as its two participants turned to greet the new arrival. Aang and Sokka exchanged cheery "good morning's," but when Toph and Sokka tried to meet eyes, neither could bring themselves to do it.

Aang looked from Toph to Sokka, sniffed the air, wrinkled his nose and smiled.

"If you two wished to engage in carnal relations, you should have said something to me. You needn't have gone into the woods on my account – it would have been far simpler for me to move."

Toph and Sokka could only stare at him in shock.

"Speaking of moving…" Aang's smile widened. "I suspect a conversation needs to take place that doesn't involve me. I'm going to make sure Appa has been fed and watered. I hope all goes well." He walked off into the distance.

There was a good two minutes of silence either of them spoke.

"Thank you. For last night, I mean," said Toph awkwardly. "It was…an experience. I mean, a good experience. You were…you were good."

"You're welcome," mumbled Sokka. "Like I said, it was an honor."

Fuck, thought Toph. I've fucked this – us – up for good. "Hey Sokka…are we…gonna be okay? You and me, the Warriors Wild and all that?"

"Yeah, we're okay." He gave a sad smile. "It was just sex, right?"

"It was just sex." The words felt false and hollow. She decided it was time to get out. "I'm going to have a bath. Tell monk boy we leave in two hours." She headed off in the direction of the nearby stream.

The thought came unbidden to her mind.

Don't do it, something whispered.

Fuck you, something else whispered back.

"Hey Sokka." She turned back towards him.

When the warrior turned to face Toph he was surprised to see a blush on her cheeks.

"If you ever need a break from your harem of strumpets and hussies or you get tired of beating one off in your bedroll…well, I'm game." Her face darkened. "But don't expect this to become a regular occurrence – this happens only when you really need it. Can't have you taking advantage of my generosity and all that shit."

"As the lady wishes," Sokka replied softly.

And with that promise floating in the air, Toph headed for the nearby stream.

Author's Note: If you made it all the way to the end, kudos to you. This was awkward and angsty and incredibly non-sexy and an absolute agony to write - not just for its length, but for the sheer sadism I apparently have towards the couples I claim to love. There should be happier smut in the future. Maybe. I make no promises.