Tokka Week : Day 2 Addiction
Today began the same for Toph as every day for the past two weeks, throwing up. Needless to say, it isn't Toph's nor Sokka's favorite way of starting the day, but they've had worse starts. After the day's barf session Sokka went about bandaging Toph's wounds. He'd much rather have Katara look at the injury, but with her back at the South Pole with Aang, he'll have to make do. Sokka felt the wound, and through his experienced touch he could make out at least three broken ribs, so he was extra cautious as not to set the ribs out-of-place.
"Ouch! Dammit Sokka, be a little more gentle." Toph said gritting her teeth in discomfort.
"Sorry Toph. Lift your shirt up more."
"I'll just take it off." Sokka stared at his wife's bare back, mouth dropped at her sudden move.
"Don't move your side too much, the ribs are delicate at the state." he said this as she brought up her shirt to cover her chest. "Just please hurry, we have to buy food for the week, and I don't want to miss out on the sales."
"I understand almost done."
"Ow!" she back handed Sokka across the face turning on her good side.
"Please stop, I'm trying to help you." his voice soothing her temper.
"No, you are trying to kill me."
"You are mistaking me as Sammy, he tried to kill you."
"Yeah and look what happened to him."
Thoughts of Toph fighting Sokka rushed through his mind. None of them ended well for him, even in her injured state. He pushed the thoughts away and changed the subject.
"What are you thinking for dinner for tonight?"
"Are you done yet? I've been sitting here for an hour!" she threw her hands up in the air.
"You've been here for ten minutes." he pointedly said.
"I've been here for three days! Sokka hurry up!"
"Done." just as he finished this, she turned right round and tackled him to the floor. "Toph? What are you doing!" Sokka protested as now the scenarios of his untimely death is now coming to fruition. "You took to long, now you die..."
"No, please Toph! Don't do this! Think of everything we've done together!" Sokka tried to turnover to pry Toph off him, but she spread out her legs to prevent any attempt of escape.
"Go on." dipping her face closer to his, her warm breath flowing over his face.
"Toph I love you, I'd do anything for you! You know that I would. I know times look rough right now, but that isn't grounds to kill me."
"You promised to provide for me." now her nose brushed up against his.
"Haven't I?"
"You've made me dependent on you, Sokka." her breath grew sharper.
"Yeah?" Sokka said as now he is confused as her body language is not suggesting murder, and the room grew hotter with her every breath.
"I'm addicted to you. Your touch, smell, and touch. If I don't get enough of you, I'll die."
"Well, I'm right here." Sokka's hands that were up in his defense now snaked across her back pulling her chest to chest.
"Don't move too much." Toph mocked while reaching down to kiss Sokka.
"That was great Sokka." Toph said as she trailed her fingers across his bare chest.
"It was great for me too." he bent down to kiss her one more time.
"We should get dressed for shopping." Toph said.
"Wait a little longer," he pulled her up more on his body so her head rested on his shoulder, "I could lie like this forever."
Sokka and Toph snapped to the large snap of their front door slamming against the ground. Sokka slid his legs out to grab his pair of pants and his sword he keeps near the bed. Toph scrunched up the covers to cover her body as she looked at Sokka with her blind eyes. The sound of footsteps filled the still house. Sokka put his finger to his lips, although an ineffective move to quiet Toph, quiet she remained to scared to move. The footsteps grew louder and Sokka knew that soon the figure would appear in his lone of sight, in preparation Sokka readied his sword.
"That'ss her, that'ss the bitch who broked my nose."
"Sammy Biggola?" Toph questioned recognizing the voice.
"Yeah, and this time I brought friends." Sammy pointed a fat thumb behind him. His friends stepped up. "Get 'em." The men stepped forward towards the bed, but Sokka stepped in front of them his sword pointed at the attackers. "Move pipsqueak. Our beef isn't with you."
"You just made it mine." Sokka finished and he slashed the closest man in the gut cutting him open and dropping to the floor. The man on Sokka's left stepped up to attack Sokka, but Sokka pointed the tip of the sword at the man's direction ceasing his advance. The movement of the sword caused Sokka's back to be turned to the man on the extreme right. He shouted leaping at Sokka, and Sokka turned the sword to a reverse grip and without looking from the man on the left he thrust the sword under his arm pit. The leaping man couldn't dodge in time to avoid the fall on Sokka's sword as he stabbed himself on the sword coming down. Sokka unsheathed the sword from the dead body behind him and yelled as he sliced upwards at the man on the left. The man dodged the side Sokka cut horizontally making the man duck under the blade. The man came up with a return uppercut, but Sokka made the horizontal cut's momentum to help him spin around, avoiding the uppercut and swing around to cut the man's shoulder. The man yelled in pain as he clutched his cut and he rushed Sokka, ending with the man to be stab in the stomach clean through.
"Enough of this." another man appeared behind Sammy.
"Rumble Jones?" Sokka questioned while looking at Toph, who was still huddled covering herself.
"Lady and gent, it seems we have a problem here. Let's come to a … compromise." Jones placed a cool hand on Sammy's shoulder and pushed him out-of-the-way so Jones was face to face with Sokka.
"Compromise? You tried to kidnap my wife!"
"Kidnap is such a strong word. I prefer to use borrow."
"I want you out of my house." Sokka threatened with voice and his sword's point was raised to Jones' chest.
"The Blind Bandit will fight Sammy in a title rematch tomorrow. It will be a thirty man knock out fight."
"She is in no way healthy enough to fight thirty men at the same time."
"Don't worry, Socks McGee, you're a fighter to, Triple-A right?"
"Ahhh," Sokka looked at Toph, who nodded, "Yeah Triple-A, sure."
"Well, I guess you can say I'm calling you up. You'll fight with her. That way both of you two will die at the same time. You know, a little more romantic that way don't you think?"
"You're sick." Sokka spat lowering his brow.
"Be at the Rumble Pit tomorrow at noon, or I'll personally end both of you. Understood?"
"Fine." Toph peeped out, "I'll be glad to kick your asses tomorrow anyway. Jones I hope to see you in that arena too."
"I'll be there Bandit. Just you wait and see. Oh, wait you can't see, bitch!" Jones and Sammy laughed. Sokka cold clocked Jones in the jaw knocking him to a knee. He raised his said to the door that Sammy was standing on. "Two things, You owe me a new front door, and get the fuck out of my house, or I'll personally end you both of you. Understood?" Sokka glared down at Jones. Jones scrambled backwards away from Sokka, got up, and with Sammy left the house. Sokka went to Toph's side and embraced her whispering, "It's okay baby, they're gone. We'll go to the arena tomorrow and settle this, I promise."
"Sokka. It's two against thirty! We'll need a plan."
"Leave the plan to me."
Day 2: Addiction
Okay, to be honest, this one was kinda hard to write for the prompt. And yes, they laid new carpet (if you get what I mean hehehe). Tomorrow's prompt is already set up in this chapter haha. I thought of bringing in Katara and a doctor, who gets Toph addicted to some type of herb but that wasn't the best as it didn't leave much room for tomorrow's prompt. I hope you enjoy this week of stories I know I am! Thank you for reading.