PART THREE: HOLDING ON


CHAPTER EIGHT

Sokka's arms encircled her, his mouth moving against hers slowly. His kiss was dark, deep, promising. She lifted herself up on her tiptoes, her arms around his neck, fingers tangling in the fall of his ponytail. He angled his head as he tucked her against his shoulder. She shivered as his warrior's hands pressed heavily on her lower back, bringing her against the hard, muscular length of him. He was warm and solid and he belonged to her.

"We shouldn't do this here," she mumbled against his mouth. "Anyone could come along…"

His lower lips slowly slid along hers and then he released her with another huffing laugh. "No one's going to disturb us. We were arguing pretty loudly and I doubt they want to get in the middle of the drama. Besides, I don't care who knows how I feel about you."

She clung to him, kissing him again, reveling in the feel of his body against hers. He seemed unhurried, his kisses thorough, breath-stealing. Like he'd been dying to kiss her like this for a long time and wasn't going to rush it.

She felt lightheaded, and not just from his kisses. There was nothing more arousing than knowing someone wanted you as much as you wanted them.

He doesn't care. About any of it. Everything was still a complete mess—at least she was, emotionally, and she knew it on some level, but for now she was willing to let it all go. Right now she had him and he belonged to her and no one else. It was more than she had ever dared to hope for.

A fiercely savage and possessive feeling gripped her and she nipped his lower lip, eliciting a rumbly, throaty growl. The sound of it sent thrills shocking through her, making her toes tingle, not to mention what it did to other parts of her body.

"Maybe we should just find a room and get weird with each other?" she suggested, making Sokka laugh. It was a genuine belly laugh, the laugh she'd always loved. She felt warm, a flush rising up behind her ears.

"You sure that's what you want, Toph?" Sokka said warmly, a smile in his voice. He knew it was though, and she grinned.

"Are you kidding? I've been ready to jump you since the docks," Toph said softly, her hand sliding down his front and hooking in the belt of his pants.

Sokka breathed out, shaking a little. His voice was a little unsteady when he said, "Come on," and then tugged her down the hallway and through the nearest open door. By the feel of it, it was one of the many empty dormitory rooms that lined the upper floors of the temple. Sokka slid the door shut behind them and turned back to her.

She bit down on her lower lip and backed up a step. "Whose room is this?"

"Don't care," Sokka said, reaching for her.

"Me neither," she said, her mouth slamming into his with a needy crush. He was all muscle, hot skin and hard bone. She felt like climbing him, sinking her fingers into his skin and never letting go.

Somehow she got his shirt unbuttoned, her fingers slipping inside of the soft material and along his muscular pecks and down his ribs. Their tongues brushed with the lightest of teasing caresses as she pulled the shirt down his arms and let it fall at their feet. She felt his hands on the buttons of her shirt, undoing them until only one, just over her breasts, was done up. His fingers dipped inside of the shirt and skimmed her belly, raising goosebumps. His palms flattened on the dip of her waist and he held her against him for one hot moment, his fingers digging in deliciously. Then he released her, shrugging out of his shirt with a ripple of muscle.

Their mouths parted and he exhaled raggedly against her lips. "You're so beautiful…"

She sank against him, into him, her lips teasing his as her hands walked the wide plains of his torso. She remembered every dip, every fall, every muscle and hair. He was gorgeous beneath her fingertips, a work of art. He buried his face against her neck, his lips and teeth peppering her with kisses and nips. She gasped, her fingernails raking down his stomach.

Sokka moaned in his throat, his hand traveling up her torso, over her ribs and then, gently cupping one of her breasts beneath the shirt. His callused fingers squeezed at her soft flesh, her nipples waking with a painful thrill. Little swirls of pleasure latticed through her warm body and she moaned with him, her fingers walking down his naked chest, landing on the laces of his thick pants. As she undid them, he walked them backward toward his bed, guiding them both. He turned her in place at the last moment, undoing the last button on her shirt and tugging it down her shoulders as her knees hit the edge of the bed.

She shrugged out of her shirt and it pooled on the floor at their feet. The cold air whispered against her skin, chilling her, but not for long. Sokka let out a groan, bending over her, pulling her against him as his arms encircled her waist. His warm breath sent a blast of heat across her skin. His mouth alighted on her breasts, his lower lip dragging along her skin in a slow caress that made her fingers dig into his shoulders.

His tongue flicked along her left nipple, and then he gently pulled it between his teeth. She gasped, her whole body lifting toward his mouth. Her nipples had been especially sensitive lately and she felt the crash and rush of the nerves jangling as they awakened beneath his careful ministrations. His tongue followed his teeth, flatly circling her pebbled skin with a soft, wet pressure.

The sensation was almost too much, and he'd barely touched her. Her hips twitched toward him as her fingers tangled in his hair, holding him to her breasts, desperate for more. She got her hand into the front of his pants after a frustratingly long moment.

Her fingers encircled him, caressing, enjoying the moan he let slip past his tongue as he twitched in her fingers. He was half-hard already and slippery in her fingers. He stood up straight, his bottom teeth dragging along her neck with a skin-tingling scrape. Then he kissed her again, his hands cupping her face as she stroked him. They broke off after several blistering kisses when he sighed into her mouth, his hips surging against her hand with an eagerness that set her pulse racing upwards with a hard pump.

"Toph…"

Her mouth lowered to his chest and she sucked at his warm skin, his hands tangling up in her long hair. He hardened in her hand, throbbing, eager. She closed her eyes and dragged her mouth to his nipples, relishing in the salty taste of him in her mouth. She worked his nipple between her lips the same way he'd done her, teeth grazing. He surged against her, her callused fingers filled with his length.

She felt his hands on her waist, pulling her pants down the curves of her hips. They dropped to the floor and she kicked them away. His hands slid down her back to cup her buttocks possessively.

He breathed out against her mouth, his whole body shaking, a slick wetness coating her fingers as she pumped her hand around the head of his cock.

Toph sank down onto the bed as Sokka's hands trailed along her back, leaving goosebumps behind. Then he pushed his pants down his thighs. Toph tugged him forward and he went, hissing as she slid him into her mouth. His hand tangled in her hair as sucked him deeply, her tongue undulating on the underside of his cock, her fingers gripping the base of him tightly.

"Hnnnng… Toph…" he mumbled, quivering in place as she shaped him with her mouth. His salty taste spread on her tongue. He was hard and soft at the same time, her tongue following the ridge of one heavy vein. Her lips trailed across his blunt head, kissing him lightly, teasingly. Then she sucked him back inside of her mouth, so hard and so fast he cried out, his hand tightening in her hair, his hips thrusting forward to meet her. After several shallow thrusts, he pulled back and she panted, her eyes wet. "Enough," he said roughly and pushed her back on the bed, her hair spread out on the covers. He lowered himself between her thighs, covering her with his warmth like a blanket.

"Couldn't take it?" she teased, her fingers wrapped up in his ponytail as he landed kisses along her breasts, nuzzling her with a deadly intent. His stubble scraped her, sending little shivers quaking through her skin. "Wuss."

"I'm gonna get you for that…" he said darkly, his voice rumbling through her body as he covered her. His fingers hooked on her underwear and he dragged them down slowly. Excitement made her pulse leap, her body quaking with little seismic tremors.

He worked his way down her still-flat stomach, his lips lingering just below her belly button. He hummed a tune she didn't recognize as his fingers skimmed her hips and then trailed down along the inside of her thighs. He kissed her stomach again, nuzzling her with a groan. She felt warm as the lullaby spread through her body, vibrating in her bones. She flushed and a grin lingered on her lips.

"Sokka…"

But he was already moving on, his humming turning into a greedy, hungry noise as he slipped down between her thighs. His lips pressed against the soft muscle, teeth plucking at her skin, setting off a series of little explosions throughout her lower body.

Sokka grinned up at her with an indulgent sound as she drew in a shuddering breath, waiting for him to slake the fire he'd caused in her. She felt his fingers, hot and strong, skilled and patient, part the wet flesh between her legs and brush against her clitoris. An avalanche of pleasure followed, spreading out in little shockwaves.

Her head dug into the bed, her lip bitten. Sokka's mouth trailed down her thigh, breath stirring against her with a hot, enticing blast. She twitched her hips up off of the bed, need driving her. His fingertip slid down through the wetness and then sank deep within her.

Toph sighed with pleasure, her breathing shallow as Sokka slowly massaged in and out of her. Everything felt warm and wet and she clenched around him greedily. When he lowered his head and let his tongue strafe across her clit, it was almost too much. Her back arched, muscles growing taunt.

He swirled his tongue against her flesh, making pleasure zing throughout her nervous system. She whimpered and arched her back, driving her hips downward and up. "Sokka…"

He added a second finger, sinking slowly into her with a moan that shattered them both. His slowly thrusting fingers opened her up to him, her body slicking his passage. He withdrew his fingers and swirled his tongue through it, licking into her with a probing heat that had her squirming in place. Then he pulled back and circled her clit again, teasing it with the tip of his tongue as his fingers thrust back inside of her with a bit more force than before. She gasped a little and he chuckled.

"Wuss."

"Shut up and come here," she said, pulling him up her body. Sokka's fingers slipped out of her and he reached up, grasping her by the hips and pulling her up the narrow bed. He lay down on his side and rolled her against him, one hand hooking beneath her knee, opening her to him, his other arm threading around her torso, fingers spreading on her shoulders. They lay entwined together on their sides.

Her fingers found his cock again as it pressed into her stomach, wet and slick. She pumped him in her fist and was pleased by the sounds he made against her neck. Her mouth met his shoulder as he pulled her against the warm wall of his chest. Her leg slid up his hip, hooking around his ass. He shivered as she sucked on his neck, laying claim, her fist squeezing around him.

She pulled a wicked smile and tilted her hips back, guiding him to her opening. Sokka's hand slipped up the outside of her thigh and gripped her hip, groaning as the tip of his cock slid through her wet flesh and grazed her clit.

Their breaths met, lips close enough to touch. They both quivered; the connection intense, intimate, and full of possibilities. His hips moved in tiny circles, his cock rubbing along her clit, sending spikes of pleasure scattering through her nervous system.

"I knew that night would never be enough," Sokka whispered, his nose brushing hers, his fingertips skimming up her sides, along her shoulder and up her neck. He traced her jaw, her cheekbone, and finally, the plush of her lips. She suckled his fingertip into her mouth a little, tasting herself. "Not for me. Once I had you, I knew I'd never be satisfied with anything else."

"Flatterer," Toph whispered with a little laugh as their hips shifted and she slid his cock downwards. He pressed into her, barely, the taunt quiver of his body like a bow pulled back, waiting to let loose.

"You love flattery."

"I love you," she said, capturing his bottom lip between hers as she pressed her hips forward. Sokka groaned into her mouth, turning his head to deepen the kiss as their bodies came together. She gripped his ribs, her leg tightening around him as he came to rest inside of her.

Sokka's hand landed on her hip again and he rocked against her in shallow, steady thrusts, filling her. She kissed him hard, pleasure latticing through her body. Everything was warm, wet, full of friction and heat that licked up her spine and centered in the dewy places of her body. Sokka breathed with her, his fingertips tickling her shoulders, his arm pulling her closer.

She gasped as he readjusted, not changing the slow pace, but going deeper. So much deeper. She shivered around him, her hand cupping his cheek. Sokka rolled his hips a little faster and she bit down on his lip, releasing him with a simmering smile.

He kissed her neck, her shoulder, rocking her with him. Her hair was everywhere, unbound as it was. Sokka's hands touched her everywhere he could reach, his hands roaming her torso, cupping her breasts and thumbing her nipples as he slowly stoked her, as patient as a hunter, as languid as a tigerdillo lounging in the sun. She let her own hands walk over his skin, feeling his muscles pull and roll and bunch beneath the heated surface of his skin.

"Come for me, Toph…" Sokka mumbled, licking his lips as he squeezed her hip, sheathing himself inside of her with a smooth thrust. He claimed her mouth again and she let the pleasure come on her wave by wave. Her heart thundered in her chest, close to a heart attack. Sokka was moaning heavily, groaning between each claiming thrust.

Her fingernails dug into in his shoulder blades. Pleasure crowned in her, ignited by the rough groan rumbling through Sokka's chest, vibrating her in place. She shuddered around him, her body gripping his. She kissed him again, unable to stop as she held on, completion speeding toward her, spurred on by his body sinking into hers.

She breathed his name against his lips, letting go of it all as Sokka came inside of her with groan, his hips arching high against hers. Stars exploded inside of her with an electric crackle, unleashing a flood and an earthquake in equal measure. She gasped his name, clutching him as her body tightened around his. She felt the wet explosion inside of her, felt him shuddering, the groan of her name, the way his fingers dug bruises in her hip.

She clung to him, wrapped around him on the narrow, unfamiliar bed, not caring about much of anything but the man in her arms.

After a few moments, Sokka's nose brushed hers with a soft nuzzling bump and she heard his huffing smile as he looked down at her. He didn't say anything. He didn't have to.