Within These Walls: Chapter 5
Here we are, Chapter 5 of my Tokka compilation thingy... I literally cannot believe Iβm already on Chapter 5 but STILL canβt get my ass up and make myself go to the store. Iβm a lazy adult.Β This one is spicyyyyyy... but also not. Short and sweet.
Setting: Fire Nation, the Palace, 2 years after Chapter 4.
Toph 22, Sokka 27.
The Fire Nation seemed to hold their secrets. It was a mutual ground between Earth and Water that protected them from the outside, kept their secrets safe, and what they did amongst one of those well-kept secrets.
They fell to their backs in a satisfied heap. Toph roll off of Sokka from where she straddled his hips with the last bit of energy she had left. Her head buzzed and pulsed with each breath.
Both panting in wordless agreement of their shared satisfaction. Sokka breathed heavily then smiled, chest heaving as he ran both hands up through the front of his hair.
A goofy smile plagued both of their lips, pure bliss coursed through their veins and flooded their brains, overloading every last nerve with pleasure. Anything said within this time was merely a by-product of the engulfing sensations wracking their bodies.
This too was a cause for their silence.
Sokka lay on the right side of the bed with Top to his left, the covers had been kicked or thrown or had met some other form of unceremonious demise on the floor.
His balcony door was open, the deep red curtains fluttered inward, tickled by the sweet night air. It cooled their bodies, acting as a different kind of cover as it settled over the sheen of sweat covering them both.
Toph moved the hair out of her face entirely, and met her left hand over Sokka's right which he had comfortably rested on her belly. He released a very content sigh, his other hand resting on his chest.
His smile never faded, even now as he looked up at the ceiling.
"How are you feeling?" Sokka asked, voice barely above a whisper.
Toph drew out her answer, as though she let every syllable of his question hit her individually and distinctly.
With a weak laugh, she said "I'm completely numb."
Her index finger danced on top of Sokka's hand, still braced on her stomach.
"Good." He turned only slightly to gage her face, the silly smile playing at her lips told him that she was as happy as he was.
She glistened in the moonlight, her bare breasts rose and fell as her breathing steadied itself. His brain was still in a frenzy, the air was thick, even with the breeze, and he was cloaked in her. Wrapped in her scent, her touch, her lips, her hair. The imprint she left on him felt like she had earth bent him into the side of a damn mountain; it all slammed into him. A jolt of sensation shot through him as his body remembered a glimpse of her embrace, of what they had just done.
He craved more but could not move; his arms were lead, his legs paralyzed on the bed. Move and he may collapse.
Toph's body was the same boneless, immobile slag of rocks. The only adequately moving part of her was her heart as it recovered from the past few hours.
There would be soreness, and there would be an ache, but she would not feel it; not now, not for a few more hours.
Sokka skated his fingertips up and down along her stomach, taking time to dip and trace along her navel, tickling her.
Toph stiffened and released a shaky gasp, too weak to laugh.
"We should do this more often." She breathed, it made Sokka's eyes widen a bit and his eyebrows raise.
He nodded with a gulp, "We should."
He found Toph's hand as she wove it through her still-damp hair. Entwining their fingers he brought the back of her hand to his lips, leaving a lingered kiss on her skin.
"β¦. I miss you." She closed her eyes.
Sokka squeezed her hand, his chest tightening at her words. He looked off past the ceiling and into his own thoughts. He pressed his lips back to her hand, keeping it there while he thought.
He whispered against her skin. "I miss you too."
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- Prue
