Tokka Week: Day 3

Prompt: Bedtime

Alright, so the cliché that I'm going to give my take on this time is some good ole fashioned Tokka SMUT! To be honest, I've never even thought about considering about wondering about whether or not I should ever try thinking about doing something like this, not so much because I was worried it would make me come off like some kind of pervert (although there was that, too) but more because I felt awkward trying it. It's not exactly in the most comfortable of my zones, but I figured since this might be my last foray into Tokka forever, I should try something I've never tried before!

For those of you who are as weirdly prudish as I am, fear not! This fic stops short of getting explicit! Also, there's no underage business going on here, everyone is old enough for legal hanky-panky.

Sokka of the Water Tribe:

I all but melted into the bundle of furs when I finally stripped off my dripping shirt and collapsed into them. I'd never been through a rain storm that intense, where the raindrops turn into tiny daggers stabbing into your skin like itsy-bitsy little Mai's were throwing them. We were barely able to say "thank you" to the farmer who took us in, we were so exhausted, but we needed the shelter and both Toph and I knew that an earthbending tent wasn't going to cut it in the downpour.

Toph fell into the fur bundles face-first next to me, launching a dramatic plume of dust into the air. I knew that she had fallen asleep before she even hit the ground, and I was barely able to register that fact before I felt my eyelids sink. I drifted into what I thought would be one of the best sleeps of my life.

I should've known better then to give the Universe openings like that...

When my eyes open, it takes a second for me to remember where I am. I blink, struggling in vain to see into the complete blackness of my surroundings before suddenly realizing how bitterly cold it is in here. I shudder violently, my hands scrabbling around into the inky darkness for a fur to pull over my exposed torso. My relief as total as they latch around a particularly soft and fuzzy blanket; I drag the heavy skin over my shoulders and huddle into myself for warmth, ready to drift back into the warm embrace of sleep.

And that's when it happens.

My eyes shoot open as I become aware of something both unbelievably soft and searingly hot snaking across my exposed chest. It fidgets slightly before wrapping around my stomach, and I can honestly say that I've never been more terrified as I realize that the extraordinarily pleasant sensation is coming from my cute little earthbending sort-of/kind-of/maybe girlfriend snuggling into my side. My shivering cuts off completely, replaced by stock stillness as I try with all my might not to move at all.

'Oh, Spirits what if she wakes up and thinks I was making a move on her?' is the only thing my frantically screaming mind will let me focus on. Well, that and 'Please don't wake up, please don't wake up, please don't wake up!'

Then, an unbearably smooth and shockingly bare leg crosses over my waist, and something a whole lot more primitive begins competing with fear for control of my emotions. Spirits help me, a way less trustworthy part of me really wants to reach out and discover just how perfectly formed her legs really are. Asleep Toph, apparently fully determined to make this as difficult as it can possibly be, cuddles deeper, pressing her nose into my side and making some achingly cute sleep noises in the back of her throat.

Then, her hand curls up, and her fingertips begin gliding across my upper chest, and realization strikes me even before Toph reveals herself.

"You idiot," she whispers, "Please tell me you don't actually think I'm asleep."

Then I feel the unmistakeable gentle and moist sensation of kisses slowly tracing towards my middle.

"Unghhh.." comes out of my throat, or something equally intelligent.

Toph's kisses suddenly become hungrier, and I feel her teeth pressing onto my collarbone and throat as she drags her lips painfully slowly to my waiting mouth. My right hand indulges itself, reaching out and cupping the back of her knee, pulling her searingly hot body on top of mine. It's stimulus overload as my hands are running busily up and down her back, feeling her unbelievably tiny frame through her nightshirt, touching things that feel so surreal it was like they never existed before.

Then, her lips finally lock onto mine, and the waxen wetness of them mixes with the violent insistence of her tongue writhing against mine. Stars quite literally shoot across my vision as that potent sex drives that lurks beneath the exterior of every man (and maybe every woman, I'm not too sure) takes me over. We paw at each other; one of her hands grabs a fistful of my wolf's tail while mine run spasmodically across her sides. Suddenly, she breaks the kiss, and before my slow, stupid brain can process what is happening, she has all but ripped off her nightshirt and pressed her naked chest against mine.

I lack the vocabulary to describe how good that feels, and what it does to me.

But then, my conscience decides to speak up, and a pang of guilt rears its ugly head.

"Mmmm... Toph..." I groan, trying to find a way to concentrate with her teeth on my earlobe, "Are you... are you sure we should be doing this?"

She doesn't respond, but I'm suddenly aware of her left hand gliding lower and lower down my waste.

"I have to..." is all I can get out. C'mon, how can a guy concentrate with a hot girl squirming on top of him? Somehow, my better nature fights through the waves of really unconscionable pleasure to finish the thought. "Are you... are you absolutely sure... this is what you want?"

That really unbelievably soft left hand of hers has found what it was looking for, and every part of me wants to shut that stupid interfering conscience of mine up and enjoy what is sure to be the best night of my young life.

Still, the dumb thing just won't let go. I can't let Toph do something with me she might regret later, no matter how incomparably awesome that mistake might be.

"Don't want..." I moan, "I don't want... you to regret-" is as far as I get before Toph's hands stop that amazing thing they were doing to clasp hold of my face. My eyes widen out of shock, and I could swear that her glazed, milky irises have latched onto mine.

"Sokka!" she snaps, "Shut up and screw me!"

Honestly, how can any man, in all the world, argue with something like that?

A/N: Well, that's my take on the whole Tokka smut thing! Let me know what you think! Did you love it, like it, find it indescribably horrible? Let me know in a review!

I'll be honest, sort of "letting go" and writing something like this was tough for me to do. I stared at the blank page for about twenty minutes before I was able to write even a word, but when the sexy parts started going, I was able to write the whole thing without stopping. One thing I LOVE about the Tokka smut cliché is that in like, 99 out of 100 fics about it, Toph is the instigator. I think that's so AWESOMELY in character! It's so easy to imagine Katara or Suki being shy or "not in the mood" all the time, but Toph? We all know she grabs hold and attacks what she wants! I really enjoyed writing Toph as a sneaky sort of sex ninja here.

Anyway, I'm usually not too desperate for reviews, but I'd really like to hear your thoughts on this one. It was really, really difficult for me to write, and I keep going back and wondering if I went too far and got too explicit with the description. Let me know what you think!