A/N: Be warned: this is smut. It's not really dirty smut, but it's smut nevertheless. Also, I'd like to thank everyone who has favorited/followed/reviewed this "story" so far! Thank you all so much!
Day 8: Touch
She clutches his hips. Her nails dig into his skin. They claw from his hips to his shoulders as she arches into him. His lips move across her chest, her collarbone, and her neck, where he bites at the delicate skin. A sharp intake of breath is her response. He lines a trail of kisses starting from her neck and ending at her breast. His tongue teases her until her fingers fist themselves into his hair and she moans his name as a warning. Sokka.
He grins before removing his mouth, causing a huff of impatience to escape through her lips. She's not used to being teased, he realizes with pleasure. And he's sure he's the only person she has ever allowed to tease her. His hands move from her breasts, following her curves until they come to rest at her thighs. He plants kisses on her inner thighs, his hands pressing her hips down. She growls his name this time, her hand gripping his hair impatiently.
He chuckles before giving in, his tongue parting her. His tongue flicks across her. Her hand remains wound in his hair, her fingers stroking gently. She lets out a sigh and his eyes move to her face. Her sightless eyes are closed and she's biting her lip. Grinning, he removes his mouth and hovers over her but before she can scold him, he kisses her. The kiss is hard, hungry, and hot. She moans in his mouth and her fingernails dig into his neck, his shoulders, his back. She scratches him, but he doesn't mind.
Her hips buck and she wraps her legs tightly around his waist. He feels her smirk against his mouth before she flips them over, with her taking control. Her raven hair is wild around her face. Her hands move from his face to his stomach, her nails scratching lightly. He shivers and grasps her hips. This time, he moans her time. Toph.
She bends, nuzzling her face against his neck. She licks behind his ear before sucking the skin. It's painful, but he likes it. He moans once more and she removes her flips, her fingers caressing the bruise she made. I should tease you, she whispers into his ear. But I won't. She leans back and positions herself above him and her hand grasps his member, guiding it to her. He enters her. Her eyelids flutter closed and she rides him.
Their bodies become one. Being with each other, holding each other tightly and without holding back, feels right. Their heads fall back in unison as they reach their peaks. He moans her name and she gasps for breath. Then everything is still, quiet except for their gasping breaths. She lies beside him and he throws an arm around her waist, molding her against him. Her lips are against his chest and he feels her grin. They cling to each other until their breathing becomes soft and their eyelids flutter closed.
