AN: WARNING: this is slightly smutty.

Day 14: Versatile

Sokka adjourned the council meeting with a firm voice. The other members didn't hesitate in leaving the council room and Sokka was with them. Today was proving to be nothing but painfully slow. The councilman looked forward to going home and sleeping and forgetting about the slow day. He wondered what Toph was doing with a pang of yearning; he wanted to be with her, not with his boring coworkers. The fact that their days off were on opposite days didn't help matters.

He entered his office with a long sigh. Only a couple more hours to go...He stopped short when he saw who occupied his chair. She lounged in the chair a way he'd never be capable of doing: feet crossed on his desk, leaning in his chair leisurely. "Finally you're here," Toph said, smirking. "I was beginning to think you drones would be in there all night."

"What are you doing here?" Sokka finally managed.

She shrugged, her smirk (if possible) growing wider. "I was bored."

"Bored?"

"Yep." Sokka watched as she stood and walked to him. She brought her hands up to his neck, where she grasped firmly. Without another word, she pulled him towards her in a kiss. He responded immediately, his lips moving with hers hungrily. He gripped her hips, pulling her towards him.

All too soon, Toph broke the kiss with a smirk. "I came here for more than that, Snoozles." In a swift motion, her hair was down and in her hand was a cloth headband. Her smirk turned sly and she pulled him towards her, burying her face in his neck. Sokka gasped when he felt her tongue slide across his skin before she bit at the sensitive skin, eliciting another gasp from the councilman.

"T-Toph, not here," he barely managed to get out.

Her lips caressed his neck and he shivered. "Why not? Your door's locked."

"Because it's – ah – it's wrong."

She was at his ear now, nibbling just behind it. Sokka moaned lowly. "Says who?" she asked, pulling back. Sokka noticed that she still grasped the cloth in her hand. Without a word she took her shirt off, throwing it carelessly to the floor. He watched, transfixed, as she then undid her breast wrapping. His heart beat against his chest vigorously. His hands twitched, wanting to touch her. "Still think this is wrong?"

Sokka moved forward, grinning. She sat on his desk, her smirk wide and victorious. He gripped her hips and brought her lips to his. The kiss was passionate, hungry. When he moved to push her onto the desk, she raised the hand holding the cloth. "Hold up," Toph said breathlessly. "We're going to practice being versatile tonight." She held the cloth out. "Blindfold yourself, then we can continue."

For a moment, Sokka simply stared at the cloth. She wanted him to blindfold himself? Was she crazy? But then he looked from the cloth to her, topless and grinning and trusting him to do well blind. Grinning, he took the cloth from her and covered his eyes with it before tying it. His hands moved forward, grasping her. "Versatile? I'm the definition of versatile."