This is the sequel to best sleep ever. It's kinda sad, but you'll get it eventually. Plus, more taangy goodness.
I don't own avatar. Only Taangy and Some party, to which I am contemplating the names.
Aang walked in from the storm and shook out his shoulder length hair.
I don't have a choice, he remembered telling his 'wife'. They'll recognize me any other way.
He took off his boots and his shirt and let them hang up in front of the fire place. He had started to hate the rain here. He'd started to hate everything. The rain that made up the winter season, the piercing lightning in the middle of the night, all down to the food. Did everything have to be spicy?
Aang sighed and sat down in the creaky chair in front of the fireplace, letting his breathing make the fire grow larger and smaller. In a way, he missed Zuko. He and Katara were still hiding in the southern water tribe. They'd gotten separated after the rebelloin attacked...and won.
"Who's there?" a soft voice called from the hall. He heard tentative footsteps begin to feel their way around, the wooden floors absorbing some of the vibrations.
"It's just me, Toph."
Toph appeared from around the corner, her hair loose and hanging down her back.
"Did I wake you?" he asked, watching as she put her hands out in front of her so she wouldn't bump into anything. It was like she was truly blind.
Aang reached out and took her hand, leading her next to him. "No," Toph replied. "I was waiting for you."
Aang knew how she felt about the lightning. She was restless at night, then irratable the next morning. He'd have to sleep in her room.
"How was work?" she asked, sitting on the floor next to his chair. She rested her head on his knee. He began absently stroking her hair.
"It was work," he said. Aang detested the Coal mines. They were dangerous and it was an odd day if someone didn't get hurt. He knew he had to do it. They needed money to pay for the 'shithole' as Toph deemed their house.
That was another thing he hated. This place changed Toph. She'd lost some of her nature while they were hiding here. She still had her temper, but her attitude had all but vanished. He missed his friend.
"Are you hungry?" She asked.
Aang chuckled. "I recall you saying that you'd never be a housewife," he teased.
A small smile appeared, then slowly vanished. "Things change," she said quietly.
Aang grew serious. Whether or not he liked it, he changed too. Those weekly trips to the country side to practice bending only made he and Toph angrier. They shouldn't have to hide anything about themselves. Or clean up the mess from earthbending.
Eventually, Toph stopped going, only leaving the house to go grocery shopping.
The bandits all but destroyed the earth kingdom. From the letters they recieved through the Order of the White Lotus, her parents were safe, as were the rest of their friends. Sokka and Suki were staying in the refurbished Air temple, and had a baby on the way.
Aang wished there were some way he could fix this. But they were immensly outnumbered. They all had no choice but to flee. The Fire Lord had to have his work sent to him through messenger hawk. Appa and Momo had to go with them. There was more space to hide. It was maddening.
Aang and Toph were pretending to be a young, married couple. They lived in the tiny cluster of about twenty shabby houses, just like their own, that made up the mining village. Aang took up the name Kuzon again. And Toph became Mai, of all people. "It's all I could think of. At least its firenation," she explained.
Kuzon's father was killed in the war before he was born. So, his mother fled to the colonies. After the Pheonix King was defeated six years ago, he moved back to the homeland. That's where he met Mai. Though she was blind, he was instantly in love with her. But her rich parents didn't approve.
So they eloped. Aang worked in the coal mines, and Toph learned to do chores. This was their lifestyle for the past eight months.
Toph sighed and stood, walking back to one of the bedrooms. He hated their situation. He hated how he couldn't love her to his fullest ability. He tried to keep his feelings at bay, but sometimes, he couldn't help it. He'd stroke her hair, or her hand. Something small, but it meant everything to him.
He wished he could go back to the night at the inn. How those old sisters thought they were married. He wished he could be that man again. He'd wake Toph up and confess everything to her.
Not that she didn't already know. He'd let something slip, something small, and suddenly she knew everything. The first time they talked about their love for one another had been a sad night, full of tears. They couldn't love each other now. But they promised, the second the world was fixed, they'd go and get married, for real.
Aang stood and stretched, staring down at the tattoos on his arms. It got unbearably hot in the coal mines, and he hated that he had to cover his head and arms. His co-workers teased him about it. But he told them that he was in a horrible training accident as a child, and that it was better if no one saw the scars.
Aang walked into Toph's bedroom and slipped under the covers. He stared up at the ceiling, loathing the world.
Thunder crashed. Toph flinched next to him. Aang took her hand under the covers. She squeezed back.
"Don't. It's not your fault," she said, flinching as thunder crashed again.
"I can't help but to feel guilty."
"Aang, please. You did all you could. You didn't go down without a fight, and thats what matters," Toph said smoothing her thumb over the back of Aang's hand.
Outside, the storm raged on. They laid there, hands together, for hours until the thunder began to fade into the background. Aang moved to get out of Toph's bed and return to his own room.
"Wait," she said, still squeezing his hand. "Stay the night."
"Toph, I can't."
"Please? Just for tonight. Or, until I'm asleep."
Aang sighed and laid back on the pillow. He closed his eyes and thought of his friends. His pets. The world he let down. He slowly began to drift off to sleep as the wind howled, whistling through the house.
Aang knew he needed to visit the Spirit World again. Tomorrow, he promised himself. Since it's the weekend, no one will bother us. Eventually, he began to snore as the thunder disappeared, leaving a steady, gentle shower to cover the lands.
Aang felt a small hand place itself on his chest. He ignored it at first, but he knew Toph knew he was awake. Toph moved herself so she was laying up against Aang, their head on the same pillow. She began to kiss his cheek, and trail her way down his neck.
"Toph-" he began, trying to control his breathing. "I can't. Not tonight."
Toph didn't stop. She continued to slide her hands down Aang's muscular chest. She put one leg over him, straddling his waist.
"Please, Aang," she said. Her voice was desperate and sad. This was the only way they could let out the frustrations of the new, chaotic world.
Aang groaned and gave in, gripping Toph's hips with both hands. He captured her lips with his own, trailing his tongue along her bottom lip. She released a contented sigh and opened her mouth to him, their tongues moving in a slow, erotic dance.
He felt that he couldn't give himself to Toph as completly as he wanted. Its not that he didn't enjoy the sex, he just wanted it to mean more than what they were making it. Here, it was all about need. The need for another human's touch. The need to be close to someone.
The wind whistled as it blew through the house.
Aang's mind roamed to his friends. He hadn't seen Appa or Momo in ages. His grip tightened on Toph's naked waist. He missed his friends. He missed snow. Blending in wasn't as nearly as much fun as it was when he was twelve.
Aang hated how the world was once again, in shambles. He hated how the Fire Nation was suffering more than anyone. The nation was poor from the war. Their main export was coal, and it was running low.
They began digging deeper into the mountains, the work becoming more and more dangerous. Cave ins and explosions were a part of the job. Their superviser was a wealthy man, who took more than was necessary from the salary. Aang grit his teeth, his anger fueling him.
He hated himself for letting the world get this way. It was one thing to be stuck in an iceberg, but somethignentirely different to be dragged away from the fight by your friends just to save yourself.
Aang thrusted faster. Toph leaned down and kissed him again, her dark hair spilling on his chest. He hated his house, his job, his boss, his co workers. He hated how he couldn't bend to save someones life. Aang growled and pushed harder, literally pounding into Toph.
He let his hate push him harder and faster. His blood pumped into his ears and his heart thundered in his chest, drowning out the sound of Toph's weak cries. He hated himself for letting the fire nation destroy his new life, seperate his new family, destroy the new world.
Above him, Toph moaned loudly in between pants. "Aang..." she whimpered, "I love you."
Aang pulled her down and crushed his lips onto hers. He couldn't help but feel protective of his pretend wife. She helped him cope, though it cost her her spunk. Aang moved deeper, getting a much appreciated groan. He surpressed a smile.
Toph, or Mai, seemed so much more delicate than the women of this land. She was sometimes picked on, though she'd never admit it. The other women would make snid remakrs about her height, her slim waist, how she dressed even.
"I'm blind you idiots," Toph would say. "How do you expect me to dress? And why does it even matter?"
"Well," one woman replied. "If I had a husband as handsome as Kuzon, I'd look my best no matter what was wrong with me. How can you even please him properly without being able to see? He has to teach you every time, doesn't he?"
The other woman laughed. Toph finished her shopping and tried to walk away, but the woman got in her path.
"You probaly can't even bear him children, can you? Look at how scrawny you are. He shouldn't have wasted his time on you. Neither should your parents. I bet all you did was order around servants and spend their money. You're worthless."
Toph tried to keep a straight face. She bit the inside of her cheek until it bled. She could feel the pathetic vibrations coming off the taller woman and contemplated ending them permanently.
"If I were you, I'd sell myself to the brothel. Maybe then you'd be worth something."
Aang was at work while this happened. The mine shaft was just a short walk from the village.
"Kuzon!" his supervisor yelled. If Aang hadn't repeated his alias over and over in his mind, he might have not answered. Aang dropped the heavy boulder and walked to the front of the shaft. "Yes?"
"Run down to the village," the fatter man said. He was dressed in the most ridiculous robes. He often took out his rage on the miners for getting them covered in soot. He spat on his ring then rubbed it on his robe.
"May I ask why?" Aang said, hiding his disgust for the man.
"Oh, yeah, your wife is in some sort of trouble-"
Aang was running as fast as he could without suspision. Oh no, he thought. Please, no. Please not let her have blown our cover! Toph, what have you gotten yourself into this time?
Aang reached the center of the town, ready to rip off his disguise and fight to his best ability, when he got a decent look at what was going on.
Toph had some woman by her hair and, from what Aang could see, was pulling with all her strength. The woman just screamed.
"Get this psycho off me!" she yelled, tears streaming down her face. She was weakly hitting Toph where ever her hands could reach.
Aang tried his best not to smile as he pushed his way past the meek crowd and picked up his wife.
"Come on, Mai," he said, plucking the smashed fruit from her slightly ripped clothes. "Let's go get you cleaned up. And we need to work on that temper of yours."
Aang apologized to the woman and walked Toph back to their house. Aang knew it was better not to question her, so later on he got the whole story, every disturbing detail, from an older woman who was passing by.
Aang felt Toph's walls tighten around him. He groaned and moved faster, the pain of release only mere moments away. He felt sorry for Toph that night. She was quiet, no matter what Aang said. When she moved to go to bed he stopped her, and gave her the most amazing kiss he could muster.
He tangled one hand in her silky hair as the other hand went towards her back. She smiled for the first time in weeks after that kiss. Then she stumbled, as if drunk, back to her room.
Toph cried out, her walls tightening and collapsing around Aang's member. He groaned as release ripped through him. He moaned as a hot streak of seed shoot out of him with every thrust. He shivered finally as Toph collapsed onto his chest.
Aang ran his fingers through Toph's long hair as he caught his breath. She hissed when he moved his sensetive shaft from her wet core. He watched the lightening fade in the distance from the window.
"Toph?" he said nuzzling his face into her hair. He took a long slow breath, inhaling.
"Hmmm?" she said groggily.
Aang stroked her back with his land. He enjoyed the smoothness of her hot skin. "You're enough."
She sat up and looked in his direction. "What?"
"You're enough," he repeated. "Enough that I don't go insane hiding here. Brave enough to go out alone, everyday, and try to make it. And beautiful enough," he said trailing a finger down her cheek bone. "You know I don't care about fancy clothes. You could wear nothing, and I'd still love you."
Toph laughed. "I know you would. In fact, if everynight was as good as this one, I just might start going nude." Aang laughed and stared down at his lover. She'd have bruises on her hips if he kept being as careless as he just was.
"I could get used to that," Aang said. "I never did like all that extravagant, glamarous stuff anyway. I'm just a simple monk."
"No, you aren't," Toph said. Aang could tell by her voice that she was about to go to sleep.
"What do you mean?"
"A monk wouldn't have done what we just did. Or, enjoyed it," Toph replied.
Aang tilted her head and kissed her again. She moved again so she was straddling.
"A monk would definently not done that," Aang agreed. He trailed his hands down her back and grabbed her butt.
"And you do know how to please me," Aang said. He watched her face go from confused, to annoyed then to happy.
"Admit it, we wouldn't have lasted nearly as long if I hadn't."
"Well, we would have found a way," Aang replied. "And besides," he said, staring intently at her face and watching every expression as he slipped a finger inside of her. "It's all a learning experience. Before all this happened, I wouldn't have had the courage to do this."
Toph sighed above him. "You really did need some coaxing with that one." She sid biting her lip. She closed her eyes and began rocking in time with Aang's hand.
Aang smiled at the girl he loved. He'd find a way to get them away from this town. At least he had Toph by his side. She was enough for him.