To the individual who PMd me requesting an 'Appa Lemon':

First, thank you because I have not stopped laughing at the visual all weekend.

Second—and this is important- NO.

Here's one the world can actually handle:

CH 14 | Toph's Secret [Part 2]

She could feel his breath before he spoke. It had been hours since they turned in, and Toph had fallen asleep on the beanbag chair, headphones still in. At some point, he must have come back downstairs and found her there. Now he was softly tucking loose hair behind her ear and letting his fingertips trace the soft curve of her jawline. Toph's hardness gave way to softened edges when she slept, and it made him want to watch her more.

Her own heartbeat responded to his when she felt it quicken—he was cupping her cheek and allowing his wide, warm thumb stroke the column of her throat. She made no indication that she was awake, curious to find out whatever…. this was…. before hitting the breaks. He hadn't stopped his soft touches, even after he snuggled up with her on the beanbag chair, tucking them both in under a blanket. She sighed deeply and moved her hand up his bare chest. Sokka was cool to the touch, such a delicious balm to her own fiery temperature. "Are you awake?" he whispered, his heart quickening once again under her ear. "Yes" Toph replied simply and leaned up to meet his lips.

She was never one for indecision, especially when it came to someone she wanted. If there was hesitation in him, it wasn't enough to catch her attention after he'd deepened their kiss, parting her lips with his own.

Toph exhaled hard and allowed him to explore her mouth and circle her waist with his heavy, muscular hands. They were rough but cool, rending her skin into gooseflesh under his grip. She could feel warmth and aching desire pooling at her center as their tongues began to caress each other in undulating waves. She might not see his face, but she could certainly feel his breath hitch with passion and his arousal harden against her thigh.

She allowed him to pull her closer against his body, their muscles tensing against each other as they both became more heated, their kisses more urgent and wet. "Will you touch me?" Toph breathed into his mouth when they came up for air. Sokka moaned in affirmation and blazed a trail, his calloused hands wide and firm from her waist to beneath her baggy pajama shirt.

Toph's form was lithe and petite, small, perky breasts crested with dark pointed nipples. Sokka wasted no time in their feverish pairing to circle one breast with a hand while simultaneously shifting her panting form beneath him. "Sokka…" she moaned in a soft exhale. She could hear his smile as he leaned down to her chest, taking her other breast into his mouth. She was petite enough in comparison that he was able to lap from the base of her swell to the hard center of her nipple in one firm motion. His hands may be cool, but his breath came hot, and his attentions stirred her into a frenzy as he continued to alternate between long, languid strokes of his tongue and fervent suckles that ended with the tip of her nipple caught in his teeth.

"unnnng. Sokka, please…" she begged. She never begged anyone for anything, yet he had already reduced the earthbender into pliant clay. His hand was travelling back down, once again eliciting those delicious goosebumps as she bucked into his groin, desperate for friction.

Once his hands slipped beneath her panties, she buried her face into his neck with an audible moan, ending with her open mouth sucking the stubbled line of his jaw. Sokka responded with a growl of satisfaction, his own arousal become more and more apparent.

Just then all time stopped as he began to explore her with his fingers. He was agonizingly soft and deliberate in his touches, using two fingers to trace along either side of her clit, down the edges of her folds and stretching deep at the base of her opening. Toph went limp with surprise and anticipation. Travelling back upwards, he allowed his middle finger to briefly dip into her molten center, then upwards to reward her sensitive mound with her own hot lubrication. His strokes started slow and soft, first as a slick roll of his index and middle finger tracing waves across the surface of her clit.

Both their breaths were coming in pants and Toph had surrendered her whole being underneath him, so incredibly aroused by his forthright ministrations. Sokka deepened his pressure against her clit, bracing his fingers against the top of her most responsive nerves and working the wet flesh with increasing urgency. "Do you like it like this?" he asked into her ear, rewarding her with a sensuous tongue beneath her lobe. "Yes. Its so good" she moaned, louder than she meant to.

"Please don't stop. Please."

At her urging, he surprised her further by plunging a finger deep inside her. "Ohhhhhhhhhhnnnn" she moaned, her back arching into his thumb which continued the pace against her clit without reprieve. Her hips undulating against his thrusting fingers were involuntary as she began to quiver into his palms. She moaned his name into his neck, arching and fluttering into his grasp.

"I'm going to…I ugnn.." Toph's mind hazed blissfully as she crested a peak of pleasure, shuddering, gasping, and tensing deeply against his body. She rode out waves of pleasure into his hand for time beyond her reckoning…

And then her sightless eyes flew open at the sound of her alarm. Toph jumped awake from her bedroll, keenly aware of her breathless, sweaty consciousness. If there was another person within 500 miles who could "see" the way she did, they would register her penitent embarrassment at the subject of her wet dream (and not his first debut) that just sent her into waves of REM-Cycle orgasm.

"Ah, crap…" she said out loud to herself, silencing her alarm with unnecessary force.

"You're in big trouble, Toph."