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Feel It!	By : Gunwild Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > Het - Male/Female > Sokka/Toph Views: 37522 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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(The following contains adult content and descriptions of consenting minors engaged in sexual situations. Reader discretion is advised.)

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Feel It!
By G.W.
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Once you get to a certain age, you come to think of your own virginity as something that’s holding you back. Even the most temperate and reserved of us will sometimes feel ashamed of their chastity, if only dimly and at the back of their mind.

Sokka was neither temperate nor reserved. He was a sixteen year-old who’d never managed to get it on with any girl, even though there were two who’d come to mean more than enough to him. And once again, he could place the blame squarely on the Fire Nation.

*If there wasn’t a war on, I could have found somebody by now. Gran-Gran was supposed to be married by this age. I could be married! Wait, that probably wouldn’t be a good idea. But at least I’d be dating!*

So now, forced to take care of *himself* like a lonely lemur in heat, he was kneeling in some bushes with his pants down in the middle of the night, masturbating in the hurried, unpleasant fashion he always had to.

*I probably should have thought of this before I signed up for this stupid trip,* he thought, rubbing his thumb in circles around the head of his member. He didn’t have much time for this, though; there was no telling when one of the three restless kids he was traveling with would wake up. He got back to gripping it and stroking soon, with the tip exuding a touch of clear lubricant as he went. “C’mon, c’mon…”

Soon he was at the point where he felt like holding his breath. It would be over soon and then he could go to sleep at last, but he needed something to think about to push him over the edge. *Mrs. Tanki from next door… Suki pinned underneath me… that time I snuck a look down Yue’s gown…*

He had to forcibly banish an image of a wet Katara in her underwear from his head. It was to be expected, of course, since he’d been traveling with her for so long now and she was the closest thing he’d seen to a naked girl in his life, aside from naughty paintings.

*Of course, she really is a girl, even if she’s my sister… no! Not going there!* He finally settled on that girl with the bare midriff that hung out with the crazy princess. She was Fire Nation, sure, but this wasn’t exactly a practice where he was going to discriminate based on political orientation. *She could flip around a lot. I bet she could do all kinds of things…*

His eyes started to squint. This was actually going to be a pretty big one. He’d have to go out of his way not to hit his own pants. Sokka sped up, adjusting his seating and trying not to breathe too hard, lest he wake those stupid, interfering…

“What are you doing?”

Sokka dropped the subject of his attentions and looked around. Toph was standing not five paces distant, not looking at him, but… well, she didn’t exactly *need* to, did she?

He felt his stomach twist around like it was searching for a place to hide. Toph just stayed still, not too far away, not quite facing him, with her arms at her sides. She had the usual, neutral expression on her face, and the vacant eyes of somebody who, thank all the spirits, couldn’t see where his hand was.

He tried to stuff himself back into his pants, but his fist got stuck outside and he stopped, fearing that the vibrations would tell Toph just what he was up to. “Err… I’m massaging a sore muscle.”

“Why are you ducking in the shrubs, then?”

*Ah, crap.* Luckily, he was good at coming up with ideas, even if they were total lies. “Looking for some cooling loam. You see any?”

Toph said absolutely nothing to that.

“Uh, right, of course you don’t. Sorry.”

Naturally, Sokka expected for her to just walk off and not speak another word to him, but that’s not what happened. “Yeah, it’s fine. I guess it’s good you don’t think I’m useless.”

Raising a fist to about the level of her navel, the girl made a kind of stool for herself out of surface material. She was talented enough that it turned into a solid seat without her needing a second movement.

*Oh, crap! She’s going to stay!* And Sokka was still clenching himself, wishing he would lose his hard-on and once again not getting what he wanted. In fact, something about this distressing situation seemed to be exciting him *more*. His member’s head had actually turned purple from all the pressure, and the tip was shiny with his anticipation. *Oh, no. It’s because there’s a girl here.*

He was staring at Toph, who was now cross-legged on the raised ground she’d made and was ‘looking’ at the sky. After a few moments she leaned back, putting her hands behind her on the earth.

*Hot damn*. There was no point in acting like she was a developed girl, which she wasn’t, but he still liked what he could see. Her plain tunic was open just a bit because of the heat, and she was wearing something under it that looked like it was made of high-quality silk. It had fallen against her chest completely, and the moonlight illuminated it with a golden glow. Sokka could make out where her nipples were, just on the other side of the fabric, on top of her small breasts.

*So you’re that guy now? The type who stares at twelve year-old girls and thinks ‘Man, I’d like to fuck that?’ A dirty pervert who wants to rob the innocence of someone who hasn’t even hit puberty yet?*

Actually, it turned out Sokka was that kind of guy, and he much didn’t *care*. Made foolish by lust and throwing his anxiousness completely out the window he started slowly, firmly jacking himself off again. The thought came to him to try talking to her, to keep her from hearing his fingers rubbing against tender skin. “What’d you come out here for?”

Toph didn’t utter a word. It seemed like she wasn’t going to say anything at all when she finally answered. “I wanted to feel the moonlight on my face.”

Sokka couldn’t take his eyes off of her. She was rubbing her bare feet together, trying not to get any of that ever-present dirt from the soles on her clean, white-skinned legs. Her pant legs were rolled up, and what he could see of her thighs glistened in the moonlight like fresh snow.

In his mind, Sokka was touching them. Toph’s skin was probably very soft. He wondered how her well-trained muscles would feel. Would they be hard, like his? Maybe they would have give because she was a girl? He would have to fondle the inside of her legs to know. Maybe squeeze them a bit. That would probably make her breathe faster, and if he really wanted to know he could put his mouth on her. Make little love bites. Would that make her legs tremble?

And what about those muscles he didn’t have? It would be nice to feel the bottom of her belly, and lower. Maybe if he kissed her while he put his fingers in her pants she could moan into his mouth. Sokka would turn her tiny frame around on top of him, and they would put their hands on each other and he could *finally* find out what that felt like.

“Can you honestly feel the moonlight like that?” His imagination was going to bring him off sooner or later, but he wanted to hear her talk some more. Maybe he could imagine what she would sound like with him deep inside of her.

Toph shut her eyes. It didn’t change what she saw, but Sokka knew it for a gesture of thoughtfulness. “Sometimes I think I can.” With one hand she reached up and tugged on one of the decorative puff-balls she wore on her head. Her hair came loose. He’d never seen how long her hair was. It was at least of a length with Katara’s, and more glossy. With Toph’s enhanced sensations, she’d probably want to have it good and clean all the time.

It would be *so* nice to hold her in his sleeping bag. Even though she was smaller than him, she was probably very warm at night. He wondered if, sheltered though she was, she knew anything about lovemaking. Maybe he really *could* do this. They could learn together. Then she might respect him… a few fingers slipped inside her tight young self and she’d see him differently.

That idea was enough to get him there; he came with a shuddering chest, splattering two huge shots on the tops of some tiny weeds. The blind bandit didn’t appear to have heard. She cocked her head, nose still at the stars, her hair moving in the slight breeze. “Maybe I only imagine that I can feel light. Am I even looking at the moon?”

Sokka’s eyes opened and his teeth unclenched. He breathed in, reflecting that if Toph knew what he’d just done she’d *hate* him… and the idea that he’d gotten away with it was disgustingly satisfying. What was wrong with him? How had he let his perversion get so far? What he'd become... it didn't deserve forgiveness. He was just a pathetic boy ever farther away from becoming a man.

The relieved Sokka turned his eyes skyward. As it happened, Toph turned out to be more or less right. Her gaze wasn’t exactly on the moon, but it was close. He wondered if that was actually feasible or just coincidence. “You are. You’re dead on,” he lied. After what he’d done, he needed for her to feel better. After some shakes and wipes with leaves, he stuffed himself back inside his trousers.

Toph seemed determined to say something else before he left. “Do you ever feel like impossible things could… like impossible things *do* happen, all the time? Like the things that seem weird aren’t so weird because they’re supposed to happen?”

Sokka’s breaths were shallow. Toph was staring right at him. For a second he didn’t feel like she was blind, though she obviously hadn’t been faking all this time. Not for the first time, he thought that when she grew up she was going to be very beautiful.

Oh, hell – she was already beautiful.

“Of course. Even I know that normal things are boring. Only unusual stuff is fun. That’s why they call it breaking routine.” Overcome by nervousness, he stood up and retreated. “I’m feeling better. I’ll just… go to sleep now. See you in the morning.”

“You, too. Kind of.” Toph crossed her legs again, feeling Sokka walk away. Maybe she shouldn’t have mentioned the moon. He had been very close to that girl who died, and the story about the spirit had confused her enough that she might have misinterpreted it.

*I should stop hoping.* Toph hugged her own knees. *He’s not going to notice me. I’m too young.* But she didn’t have it in her to stop hoping. And she was still working something out in her mind.

Once, when Xin Fu had cheated him out of some money, the Boulder had described him as a ‘fearful, crouching masturbator.’ Not knowing what the hell that meant, she’d forced a servant to read her the definition in an encyclopedia from the house’s library. That maid had been quick to add that ‘touching yourself,’ as she politely called it, was ‘everyone’s own private business’ and that it wasn’t polite to discuss.

All this told her was that it was another one of those things people were ashamed of for no particular reason. Growing up in well-mannered society had shown her a great many practices like that.

She wasn’t sure, but she thought that was what Sokka had been doing just now. It was unlikely, but maybe *she* had been what he was thinking about? Burying her head in her arms, she wondered if, possibly, she could ever be with him like she wanted to. Or if she could figure out just what it was she wanted.

Toph let the moon caress her face one more time. “You liked him. Any ideas?”

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TO BE CONTINUED!
NEXT TIME: Toph researches pleasuring herself more thoroughly, while Sokka becomes more intent on researching Toph…
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(This fanfiction was not produced for profit, and without the permission of Viacom, its subsidiaries or other authorities of Avatar: The Last Airbender trademarks and indicia. Apologies to Messrs. DiMartino and Konietzko.)
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