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In Bai Shan	By : Gunwild Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > Het - Male/Female > Sokka/Toph Views: 28262 -:- 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. The spelling ‘June’ and not ‘Jun’ is used in keeping with official promotional material.)

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IN BAI SHAN
Chapter 3
By Gunwild

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“Okay, okay, put down the water…” Sokka raised his hands up. He wasn’t wearing his fingerless gloves, so his palms were visibly sweating with nervousness. “I don’t think you want trouble from us… and we’re not thirsty, either…”

“Are you joking with me?” The strange boy’s bluish eyes glinted. “This is no time to lie or trifle. Let alone threaten.”

“You’re the only one with a weapon on hand.” Katara showed her palms also, then took hold of her skirts and curtsied as best she knew how. The boy seemed to respond to the formality; the sphere of water in his hand slowed until it was not spinning at all. It merely levitated in his palm, and he held it close to his chest, looking a bit like a painting of a dragon holding its pearl of wisdom.

“I see. You are all too young to be invaders of consequence, I suppose,” he noted, which Toph huffed at. “At worst you are spies, but as you’ve been apprehended I think you are no menace in any case.”

Sokka jerked his thumb at Aang a few times. “Oh, come on. He’s the Avatar, she’s an earthbending prodigy, that one’s a first-rate waterbender… that’s not harmless, that’s a three-kid army!”

The strange boy’s eyebrows twisted in confusion. Katara slapped her brother’s hand. “Hey! Don’t make them think we’re dangerous!”

“But we are dangerous! I’d like to take credit for it. And a little honesty goes a long way, you know.”

The young man gestured with his free hand, face no longer so harsh. “The one who talks so much is right.” He bowed to the four of them brusquely, barely inclining his head. “Call me Won. You have been forthright with me and therefore have a measure of my respect. Tell me, young sir, are you dangerous as well?” Won now seemed more amused than anything else.

“Uh… I can throw a boomerang pretty well,” he proclaimed, ending somewhat lamely. The soldiers smiled snidely, as did Won. Toph shifted her feet uneasily. In his experience it meant she felt something she didn’t like.

“Whatever else you may do, you have spoken well for your group. And you, young maiden,” he addressed Katara, “Are you in truth, a bender like myself?”

“Um, yes?” She said with an upward inflection she hadn’t intended. Her attention was admittedly spread between what to say next and Won’s sparkling eyes and shiny hair. Goodness, he was handsome, even if he did look wildly different from just about every boy she’d ever seen before. His light hair and eyes were pleasantly exotic. He moved like royalty and talked confidently. It made Aang stroke his own bald head, mindful of where she was looking. “I’m Katara, from the Southern Water Tribe. So is my brother, here.”

“His name is Sokka, though,” Sokka added in a voice that unflatteringly imitated her.

“Fantastic. And you are our Avatar!” Won said enthusiastically. “An Air Nomad. I had heard rumor and speculation that no more were in this world. This is a happy day.” He had lightened up considerably, even smiling a tiny bit. One hand touched Aang’s shoulder, open-palmed. He then moved this hand to take Toph’s, which he lifted as though he was going to kiss it, but only held it near his head as he bowed. “Always a pleasure to meet a strong presence allied with our Tribe.”

Toph blinked. “Um, thanks?”

Won straightened, indicating with the hand that held the water pearl that they should follow him into the light-filled chamber beyond. The pearl did not warp, even when he moved it through the air. His control was perfect. “You must come with us, all of you. We’ll welcome you as you’ve welcomed yourself. Guardsmen, if you please, one of you must announce us at the estate.”

The one on the left bowed and sprinted off. Won beckoned as he set out, walking with strides even longer than his considerable height suggested he was capable of. They had to hurry to keep up – Katara seemed especially eager, which Aang didn’t like.

The bright light made them all blink and shade their eyes – except for Toph, of course. She tried to listen for echoes to learn the size of the room, but none were forthcoming. There was just distant wind. *Wind, indoors?*

“*Wow.*”

“How did you-”

“We pared away the inner layers after building up the central vent. We had benders compact all the rock that was here, and we were left with this not-so-hollow mountain. This is Bai Shan, reborn from its decimation.”

“Could you fill me in?” Toph asked, fists on her hips.

“Toph, they rebuilt the city inside the mountain.” Aang smiled a bright smile, admiring the apartments and balconies hanging from the walls like stalactites and leaves. There was a central, spiraling avenue suspended like Omashu’s slide system. Some old-style buildings were still made of white limestone and marble, while newer, more utilitarian ones were fashioned of igneous rocks. All of it was quite beautiful and wholly ingenious. High, high above them was the top of the mountain, open to the sky. It served as an oculus in the roof, letting in sunlight and air.

Sokka put a hand on Toph’s shoulder, and also one on Aang’s so that he wouldn’t look suspicious. “Now that’s something.”

“Thank you. There are many grand wonders in this world, but this is perhaps the most secret of them.” Won led them along, into a thin street with steep stairs. People stared at the strangers, never forgetting to incline their heads to Won. He must be their leader; the mixture of fear, admiration and respect was evident in everyone. Won did not act like he noticed them. He was too busy explaining things to notice that citizens were crowding around and peering out of windows at the newcomers. “It is our normal policy to let no one inside. You are most fortunate to be here among us.”

More soldiers with glaives and swords came to escort them. The road they followed led to a wall of brick and mortar. Even though the inside of the mountain was not wide, the walled segment took up a good deal of the floor area. “My own home is within the wall. You will be greeted as guests.”

*I don’t like walls,* thought Toph. This felt dodgy to her, but Sokka’s arm, still on hers, didn’t shake with apprehension. *He thinks it’ll be okay. And that’s why I’ve got to watch his butt. Leave it to him to think well of someone just because they’ve built something brilliant.* “Why do you live here, anyway?”

Katara scoffed. “Toph, that’s a very rude question!”

Won grinned. “It is a wise question. Those are often the most crudely stated. We live here, you ought to know, for safety’s sake. There is a war on, after all. This is contested territory, fraught with conflict. We live down here, have crops on the ridges near the top of the mountain-” he pointed up briefly, then indicated the brick inner wall “And a luxurious home.”

There were two men at a gate, dressed like soldiers but holding no blades, each already gripping a massive wooden door handle. They looked as though they had held that position for hours and could stand there for hours more, like features of the door. When Won reached a certain distance, they bowed while drawing the gates with practiced certainty.

*Servants. He has constant servants at his door.* Toph didn’t like that. Her own family had a few cleaners and cooks who toiled long and were paid little, but unless she missed her guess these two had the express purpose of opening and closing that gate, not even guarding it. This disgusted her. *Unnecessarily showy. Just like a normal rich person.*

And when the gates were opened, nothing was to be seen.

It was a large, clean, empty courtyard. This was the type of tiled surface that might be used as a parade ground for soldiers; the kind royalty might use to have elite fighters trained. It was clearly visible from the structures above; people were in fact gazing at them even now from high up.

But there was no luxurious home to be seen.

Still, Won led them forward. “Here we are. Stand close, please.” His guards formed an exact square around them. It wasn’t in the style of an ambush; they were all facing outwards.

Won dropped his hands and center of gravity, still holding his water pearl, then lifted it gently. One of the tiles in front of him, no different-looking from the other ones, rose up. It was a slow rise at first, then faster; suddenly there was a geyser in front of and above them. That pearl was spinning; at first all four kids thought that they were going to be rained on – possibly even drowned – but instead the water sheeted around them, avoiding them, surrounding them. The entire courtyard was full, and the removed tile proved to be the door to a downward stairwell, now bone-dry.

“Well, that was… nice.” Sokka did not like the feeling of being at risk of being crushed by walls of water, but tried to remind himself that he’d put himself in that position with Aang and Katara before. But, then, he trusted their motives implicitly. Won beckoned, descending. The guards urged them forward, bringing up the rear. One of them used a handle on the underside of the tile to shut it firmly in place once they were below.

It should have been darker under that floor, but here, even deeper, there was still light. Sokka peeked into one of the braziers on the wall, which had no flame on it. His eyebrows shot up. The cup inside appeared to be filled with liquid light. “What is…”

Won lifted the liquid into the air. It flowed in a gentle, snaking fashion to him, and then ringed around his arm like a halo. “Bioluminescent algae. We’ve bred a strain that survives with nothing but room temperature water, provided it has the proper reacting agents.” He had stopped walking; everyone else had paused to watch interestedly. “Observe, if you will…” He ‘poured’ the glowing water into the what he’d already been carrying; it began to glow as well, quite as brightly. “I carry enough to illuminate any of the tunnels or mines under the city.”

*There are even deeper earthworks?* Toph ground her foot on a step; she still could not feel long-distance reverberations. There could be another gigantic cavity beneath the one they’d been in and she’d never know it.

“Where we are now,” Won went on, resuming their guided tour, “Is my own home. Mine and my wife’s.”

Katara thought of a reaction to that news immediately, hating the idea of someone who looked little older than her being married off already, but held her tongue. It only made sense, after all. The Northern Water Tribe married young, and this Won was *obviously* a waterbender of some kind, even if he looked… different. “Is your wife a bender, too?” she settled for asking.

“Alas, no. Her mother was not from the Water Tribe, as I am and you are.”

“Can I ask… how come you look, uhh…” Tact, as it often did, escaped Sokka.

Won brushed some of his golden-white hair back from his eyes. “Well, we’re from the same tribe, but a… different vintage of people.”

Aang caught up to walk abreast of Won. “What does that mean, exactly?”

Won made a motion that suggested he was brushing Aang’s query away. “I can explain the history of my family in the fullness of time, noble Avatar.”

The boy poked his own chin. “Uh, I meant the word ‘vintage.’ I don’t understand it.”

Katara touched a hand to his arm. Aang’s walk changed just a bit. “It means ‘age.’ It sounds like this will be an interesting story.”

There were no more doors ahead of them; everything was made with mortared arches from here on, which must have been an incredible amount of work. “Kae! I’ve brought the guests.”

They entered the first room – again, it was surprisingly large, and well-appointed. There were four couches for lying on, a table between them, simpler cushions for guests, a full fireplace, flowers, painted walls, woven hangings, abstract statues, a stocked-looking shelf of scrolls, and a young man in a robe bowing at them with arms extended to take their things. Aang did not surrender his staff, though he did start using it as though its only purpose was to help him walk.

Their hostess swept rather than walked into the room. She, more than Won, looked her age; maybe fifteen, possibly older. Her smile wasn’t as restrained or refined as his. She was genuinely happy to see them all and was not holding it back; so much so that she ran up to Sokka and Katara and hugged them at the same time. “Brother! Sister! So good of you to find us!”

Her hair, too, was a strange light color. It got under Sokka’s nose, tickling his lips. She smelled like soap bubbles. *Not going there. Not going there. I have somebody better.* Still, when he stepped back his eyes were pulled in by her exotic looks. She had sparkling hazel eyes. He’d never seen anyone with eyes of such mixed color before. And they were looking right at him.

“I’m Kae. Please excuse me for not having refreshments ready. I only heard you were coming a moment ago. Oh, you simply have to seat yourselves!” She tugged Sokka’s sleeve in the direction of a couch, which he sat on, not precisely comfortable with lying down in a new place like this. But the fabric was soft, and the stuffing was softer. It might not be such a bad idea.

Katara tried her best to act ladylike, thinking of the things Toph had taught her previously. She settled herself on the edge of a couch, arranging her dress so that it did not wrinkle and crossing her calves smartly, hands folded over her knees.

Toph herself plopped down on a cushion and put her elbows on the table, yawning. Katara sighed inside, although she really wanted to yawn as well. All that walking in circles in the cave was still fatiguing her. If only they’d had some time before they spoke with these two strange people.

Aang did not beat around the bush; he reclined fully on a divan and was instantly happy with it, loosening his grip on his staff immediately.

Won and Kae seated themselves politely on the floor, leaving the other couches open for guests if they chose them. Kae was still looking at Sokka, not bothering to hide the fact that she was staring. He settled his gaze on the table, hoping that would keep him out of trouble with her spouse.

“Now, as sure as I am that you mean us no harm, and as inhospitable as it may seem, I’ll have to pose a few questions to you.” Won tapped the table with his knuckles; the servant who’d met them bowed and hurried away. “Firstly, I’ll have to know how a diverse group such as yourselves came to be here.”

“That’s a pretty long story,” Aang cautioned.

“Plus the question’s a little philosophical,” Sokka complained, still vainly fighting the urge to lie down. He hadn’t faced exposure in a cave, perhaps, but he had still exerted himself more than a bit recently. “Could you maybe dumb it down a bit?” He only glanced up for a half-second to see how Won had taken his remark, and then had to hide again from his wife’s eyes. Now she was smiling at him.

“I see. Perhaps you should begin with why the Avatar has decided to come here? I assume it was his decision.”

Katara nodded. “You have that right.”

Naturally, she was the one to explain. Katara’s storytelling wasn’t gripping, but it was thorough. If she had any weakness in relating events, it was the kind that many young women have. She liked to explain things too often in terms of her own feelings.

“At that point they’d been arguing for almost a minute, so I told them they should just knock on your door like normal people. Of course, they also argued over that! My entire point was lost on them, and after a while I just got so fed up that I did it for them. After all, the way I see it, sometimes it’s a mother’s duty to set an example, and I couldn’t very well-”

“Do you perceive yourself that way often?” Won cut in. This was his first interruption, though Katara’s story had been going on a while. “As a mother to them?” His servant placed a tea tray between them, and the young man bent a cup each towards himself and his wife.

She blinked, as though she’d been too wrapped up in talking to think about who was listening. “I guess I do. But doesn’t everyone who has to be in charge, now and again?”

Won’s smile showed off his extra-white teeth again. “Of course. I merely asked because I agree. Your wisdom impressed me.” Katara’s cheeks tingled and she hid her face behind her teacup. Aang made a point of glowering extra hard. “Suffice it to say, I am now comfortable with your presence here – I must tell my subjects as much, through an administrator. Tomorrow I can give you guests a real tour and explain what we’ve accomplished here.”

“Why not today?” asked Toph.

“Because two of you bear the marks of wandering the tunnels unto exhaustion. You’re not the first guests we’ve had.” Kae made her own gesture to a servant, who clapped his hands. A girl of roughly the same age came and stood beside him, bowing. “Avatar Aang, lady Katara, there are spare rooms for each of you. You will need them to recover in. Please accept them for as long as you stay. These servants are also at your full disposal.”

Katara was stunned. Aang scratched his cheek. He’d had some special treatment as an Avatar before, but even he’d never been granted a full-on servant. “Umm… okay.”

“Wonderful. And you two,” Kae said, though her attitude assured Sokka that she was only talking to him, “Will you enjoin us in more conversation? I am seldom gifted to entertain guests with such exciting stories.”

Won spoke with a disapproving tone. “You would not be entertaining them, then. They would be entertaining you. If they want to rest-”

“I did not mean-” Kae started, and her chin raised as if she was holding back a scowl.

“It does not matter what you intended, I am saying-”

“Well!” Katara practically yelled, not waiting for their new friends to have an argument right in front of them, “We do need to recuperate, thanks so much. Come on, Aang.”

The boy nearly forgot his staff, he was in such a hurry to follow. “Okay, okay! Hey, does my servant have to dress me? Because I don’t know if I need someone to do that.”

The two of them hastened around a corner, with one of the young subordinates leading and one following. Won and Kae had obviously realized their mistake and stopped bickering, instead busying themselves with pouring more tea. Won was half-frowning. “We apologize. Our youth sometimes makes us graceless.”

Toph, who was absently picking at one of her toenails, scoffed. “Formality’s overrated.”

“I suppose, though I only meant that my wife should not keep you two from your room and bed.”

Both of them caught it. Toph thought it better not to say anything, but Sokka couldn’t bite his tongue fast enough. “Uh, don’t you mean ‘beds?’”

“Of course not,” Kae responded with a tilt of her head. “We would hardly wish to separate two people who are so obviously lovers.”

Toph’s mouth actually fell open. Sokka, who had been slouching deeply, sat up so fast he almost leapt from his chair. “Uh, but that’s, I mean-”

“A secret, of course,” Won agreed with a laugh. “Forgive us. Our talent for knowing the minds of others is always rather surprising to new acquaintances “

There was a pause. “You can read people’s minds…?”

“No!” Kae put up both palms, as if to prove that she was hiding nothing. “But our gifts are… well, they’re rare. From the earliest age to around three or four, we were not taught to talk. Speaking was actively discouraged. Instead we were given the opportunity to scan faces and bodies, learn certain signs and tells. It is an ancient form of diplomatic training. We know when people are lying or yearning or sincere by looking at their faces. It technique is from the time before our forefathers joined the Water Tribe, when they lived on the islands far to the west.”

“So, you’re really descended from those Water Tribe mediators,” Sokka breathed. Suddenly the legend seemed a lot more real. “And you can tell all sorts of things about people… then use them to your advantage.”

“If you choose to look at it that way.” Won put down his teacup. “I have to apologize again. It’s obviously a source of some unease to everyone we meet, and if we could turn it off we would.”

Toph rubbed her palms together. “Well, I can feel things out sometimes, myself. Shouldn’t be too upset that other people can.”

Kae took her husband’s hand. “You two have been together only a short while, but you’re very close.” Sokka wondered how she could read all that when Toph and he weren’t even sitting together. Preempting this, Kae said, “You hide it completely from Aang and your sister, but that you are hiding it is written in the attitude of your body. Please relax and sit together. You seem to need to.”

Happy to comply, Toph crashed on the couch next to her man, not afraid to lean up against him. She even rested a fist on his knee, hoping he realized that she would always be after public displays of affection. He put his own hand over hers. “That’s… impressive.”

“It is what we have left of our family.” Won eyed his water pearl thoughtfully. “Even the sacred water we brought from the South Pole is all gone, and our bloodline is growing thinner. Kae and I are third cousins, with no living relatives. After we’re dead, there will be just one more generation like us.”

Toph didn’t like the way he’d put that. “What makes your family so different?”

Kae spoke directly to Toph for the first time. She was not particularly warm about it. “It is a question of purity. Our appearances and abilities are things our ancestors gave us, and we do not want them lost to time. Children should never be inferior to their parents.”

The blind bandit sneered. “I’ve never found the way people look means much, in the final analysis. Though I’d guess my perspective is unique.”

“For someone who can’t see, you’ve invested quite a bit in securing a handsome man,” Kae observed. “I can tell that you think about it more than you let on. Do you always touch your own hair so much, or are you just worried that you don’t look adult enough for him with it down?”

Toph grimaced, failing completely to come up with a clever retort. Kae laughed at her, but did so gently. “Be at ease, mistress Toph. We cannot expect you to share our views. But be sure that we’re happy to have you here, and respect you a great deal. After all, you are friends with the Avatar, and we wish the war would end as much as anyone else.”

Their talk went on for a while longer, and the moment Toph first thought that she would like to retire their hosts excused themselves. One of the two servants returned to lead the kids away to their guest room; if anything it was even more handsomely decorated than the other places they’d seen. The puffy bed with a frame and canopy dominated their attention right away.

The servant seemed keen on staying and helping them into bed, but Toph unabashedly shooed him out the door. “Okay, thank you, bye now.” She slid the door shut, Sokka reaching over her shoulder to drop the lock into place. She hopped into his arms quickly, hugging his shoulders and sighing. “What a day, huh?”

“I know.” Sokka sniffed her hair for a second, tossing her over his arm and toting her in the direction of the bed. The carpeting was much easier to tread than the miles of hard road they’d walked. “You like it here?”

“It’s a little creepy to be underground all the time, especially with all this soft rock.” Toph bounced on the bed when she was placed on it; the ropes suspending the mattress were tight and springy, a bit like they’d been at her parents’ home. Her mom used to always fix them like that and tell her to ‘sleep tight.’ A lot of time had passed since she’d last lain down on an actual bed; it felt rather nice. Sokka flopped down sideways so hard that she bounced into the air and giggled. “Those two are creepy, with or without their perception trick. But I appreciate that they stuck us together in here.”

“Mmh,” Sokka agreed, face half-buried in a real, down-stuffed pillow. It was so comfortable that he almost chewed it.

“You seem relaxed. Isn’t it dark underground?”

“They’ve got those luminous water things. There are some in here right now.” He reached over to her and pushed some hair from her forehead. “You know, they make you look like you have green eyes.”

“Is that better?” Toph asked. She waved a hand in front of her face, grinning. “I don’t exactly know what having green eyes means.”

“No, it’s not better, but it’s different. Normally they’re white, which is like…” He snuggled his face against her shoulder as though she were a particularly soft stuffed animal. “… kind of the color of ice, an’ clouds, and light on water. Whereas green’s the color grass is, and plants an’ living stuff.”

“So they look less dead?”

“Nuffin’ about you’s dead,” he mumbled into her neck. “I kin’ prove it, ya lively lil’ scamp.” With that, he bit the back of her neck, just where the hair stopped and turned to smooth skin. She jolted so hard that she almost sat up, but he pressed her back down with one surprisingly strong hand. Even though he looked almost asleep, he was beaming as he started tickling under her arms. “No gettin’ away! You’re all mine, lil’ rich girl.”

Toph attempted to wriggle aside, chest already hurting from how hard she was laughing, but he took hold of her elbows and wrenched her back so that she was in place next to him. “Whatta comfy bed. I bet you have an even better one at home.”

“Maybe… but I never got to share it with anyone… ah!” Sokka was now tickling right on top of her underpants. “Hee hee, you nasty jerk…”

“I ain’t the one laughing with a hand in her pants. Oh, my, that’s gettin’ wet, isn’t it?” While still teasing her thighs he wiggled a finger over her most private parts. “An’ here I am jus’ tryin’ to relax an’ snuggle with ya. Pervy lil’ rich girl…” He tickled about where he thought she was most vulnerable and hit dead on.

Toph’s fingers clenched the blanket. “Hee hee hee! Stop, no, hey, that’s so wrong…! Ack, Sokka you ass!”

He shut his eyes, laughing as well. Sokka was able to tickle Toph in the direction of the head of the bed, and he hugged her hard from the front. She pulled his shirt open, pressed herself against him, then tugged the covers over both of them. *This is a little better than doing it on the ground.* Sure, she didn’t feel the reverberations of them moving as much, but the bed was elastic and cozy. Plus it put Sokka at ease, which only made him better at his job.

“I’d like to do it on our sides,” Sokka told her.

Toph was elated. It was something new. But how was it supposed to work? She tugged on his pants. “Show me what you’re talking about.” To make sure what was going on, she laid her palm on his different muscles as they worked.

It wasn’t easy to see in the water glow, but that was part of the fun. He didn’t know where her hands were coming from until she’d already touched him, and even then he couldn’t know where they were going to go. Eventually he did manage to de-pants her, but rather than take immediate advantage of it he tickled her above the hips some more. “Ahh, ah-ha-ha… you jerk…” She was able to get his waistband loose and drop it; he was hugging her too tight to get her shirt off but didn’t seem to care. It was enough for him to be this close to her, wrapped tightly in the blanket. She pressed her mouth to his cheek, not able to stop smiling long enough to make it a real kiss.

Normally when they were getting involved Sokka would think about any number of things – boomerang throwing, washing clothes, methods of grilling – it was just the sort of detached reflection that people had in those situations. Now, though, so relaxed that he was almost asleep, it was different. It was like he was dreaming precisely about what he was actually doing. And in fact, there wasn’t anything he could think of that he wanted to be doing more. Toph had grabbed him with both hands and was tugging. He was the kind of hard that one couldn’t get without help, and she was a little afraid. How was she supposed to take him while she was all slumped on one side? At least she was generously lubricated. To help, she raised one knee; he grabbed the inside of her thigh and lifted. Instead of grunting he sort of sighed next to her ear very soothingly, which unwound her even further. Since her legs were already open she found it easy to lower her pelvis and let Sokka enter, as slowly as possible. But that only went so far.

“Agh, damn…”

“What”

She was having trouble. “It’s stuck.”

“Ah, does it hurt?” Sokka wasn’t finding it particularly hard to control himself. He was all too happy to let this take a while. “Sorry.”

“No, it’s just stuck. I’m gonna have to push.” She breathed in and out a few times before trying, but she just wasn’t wide enough with her legs in this position. She’d have to spread them apart so far that she’d wind up turning over. “I can’t…”

“Wait a sec.” Showing a fair bit of initiative, Sokka pushed her and rolled them both, so that he was above her with his legs in between hers. This way he knew he could penetrate her. She tried to stick her hindquarters up to give him a good angle, but he already had it. Toph grimaced when he entered kind of fast, but the pain was gone quickly. This was getting easier. After he was half-inside, he turned them both back so that we were facing each other, lying down; Toph gasped and he sighed one more time. It was a snug fit with half their own body weight pressing down on them.

At first she couldn’t move, and he didn’t drive in at all. After a few minutes of deep breathing, Toph nodded at him; she wanted him to do this for her. Sokka resolved himself to be slow; she was sweating and shaking, but so was he, and he still felt good.

What he found himself doing was edging himself in from side to side, which Toph began to moan about right away. Every time he changed his slant she would squeeze on him, cheery. “Th-there… right there…”

He wasn’t going to be able to thrust in and out if they did it like this, but he wanted to make his effort worthwhile. So, instead of going back and forth he moved his hips from side to side, then up and down. He did not pull away, but sort of rocked them both in place, hoping to stimulate her without being rough. It worked well, and Toph found that if she helped them sway against each other it was all the better. Things were moving slowly – evidently sex, like everything else, could go at more than one pace. And this kind of deliberate, near-to-each-other lovemaking gave her a sense of being all the more adored and womanly.

They were there for a *long* time. Or at least it felt like a very long time. After Toph felt like she wasn’t going to be able to hold off any more, she gripped him a bit tighter and drew herself back. The sensation of that quick movement, even though it was away instead of towards, made her shut and quiver at how hot she still felt. She found herself in a climax that was pleasurable, but so slow that she slid into it like a dream. Sokka, who had clearly just been waiting for the excuse to do so, pointed himself down and came, also more unhurriedly than he knew he could be. He almost slipped into unconsciousness then and there, but fought it off to seize Toph’s hand. “Thanks for that.” He still wasn’t exactly clear on what to say after one of their ‘interludes,’ but he figured he could do worse than letting her know he was grateful.

She decided to sleep belly-down this evening, though with one of Sokka’s arms draped over her. “Ugh. I just realized that the servants are going to clean our bedsheets.”

“Good for them,” Sokka chuckled. He gave her one more kiss and then shut his eyes for the final time of the day, unable to stay awake a second longer. “I have to go dream about you now.”

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Won finished the last of the tea. Kae gestured for the service to be taken away. No trace of happiness was left on her face.

She glanced at Won, whose meditative face had hardened a bit. He was solidifying details in his mind. “A plan, dear?”

He nodded. “Yes. That girl Toph. She’s been blind since birth, I gathered.”

“I gathered the same.”

“So her eyes are flawed by their own nature. Impossible for even a waterbender of my talents to heal.”

“What of it?” Kae was disinterested by the little girl. Her skill at bending was obviously just some chance cooperation of nature and circumstance, and yet she’d seemed unaccountably proud of herself when they spoke.

Won stroked his own chin. “Do you think she knows that?”

Kae smirked gorgeously. “No. I doubt that she would.”

He nodded, grave but relaxed. “Then that is how we shall control them."

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TO BE CONTINUED IN CHAPTER 4
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NEXT TIME: Aang and Katara take a tour. Iroh gets busy with his one true love, tea. And June? June plays rough.

THE LETTERS SECTION:

(Welcome to the letters page, where we take the time to respond to some of the reviews posted. Read along, won’t you?)

rolair: Great work haven't seen one tokka fic as good as yours anywere. Oh I know this is gonna sound really stupid but are you male or female you can normaly tell with authors on this site because they obviouly know one body better or are more biased to describing sex in one way or another. You seem to know both bodies very well but I think you are a male because of the Azula team threesome fic but im not 100% sure. Adding on to this long pointless review thanks for putting plot into your story and not pure smut it makes it much more enjoyable. Hope you update your story soon i'll be waiting for the next update but of course no pressure.

(I am a manly male man, yes. But your flattery is always welcome.)

Spleefmistress: As good as ever!

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Ironblood: I am officially your biggest fan!

(I dunno… did I endorse your biggest-fanhoodness on two separate documents with notarization and in the presence of our attorneys and on the advice of my spiritual counselors? Or do you mean that you’re physically the largest? Because that’s your business, friend.)

Ivana C.: Oh, this is just as amazing as Feel it! You have such a wonderful knack for bringing out the hidden qualities of the Avatar gang, and using them to craft an incredible story with characterizations that are so dead on, you would think this was written by the series creators! Amazing job, perfect in fact!

(Well, I kind of doubt that those guys intended for all this casual sex and gratuitous preteen-boinking to play a significant role in their story, but thank you! I like to think that I’m a skilled enough character writer to make it all seem organic and pleasing. I’d hate for people to ever go ‘Hey, that doesn’t even make sense in the context of a fanfiction with a lot of hany-panky in it!’)

Patrick Gale: I love the plot. The You really seem to know what the characters 'would' do, if this situation presented itself. I just wish that you would write a third chapter, or a sequel. I usually like to read PWP's but this story was so intriguing that I just couldn't put it down, so to speek. You've got real talent.

(I regret taking two months to update, but I really, really, really plan on finishing this story, because the only thing worse than a really bad story is a fairly good one that’s incomplete.)
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