In Honor and Total Fandom of Tokka Week


Day 1: Betrothal



Her lips traced the side of his jaw, and she nipped him playfully.

"Ow! Toph, quit it!" Sokka clapped a hand to his face, rubbing at the love bites.

"Oh, really?" Toph said, looking down at him leisurely from her cozy, dominating position atop his chest.

"Well, just with the biting. Not the other stuff." And he yanked her down to him again, sliding a possessive arm around her waist.

Still, this could neither sway nor divert her; she worked her way back to his chin and nibbled again.

"Why are you doing that?" Sokka whined. "It hurts!"

"You're growing stubble, and I love the way it feels," she muttered, pushing his hand away and continuing to explore this new, exciting gritty texture to his jaw.

"Ow! Toph, come on! Why is it we always do what you want to do? You never want to play with my toys! Hey, are you even listening to me!"

"Nn-nn," she hummed against his skin, though otherwise ignoring him.

"I don't know where you expect this to lead. I don't like it," Sokka muttered, though he knew and she knew that they both knew it was futile. He would, of course, succumb.


"Unless I have the upper hand!" Sokka realized out loud. He sat up swiftly into Toph, who slid, startled, down his chest and into his lap.

"Hold on a sec!" Sokka told her as he jumped up and ran across the room to his chest of drawers.

"What are you doing?" Toph asked with irritation. She heard and felt him going through each drawer, shoving things around in search of something.

"They're on the nightstand by the bed," Toph supplied.

"No, not those. Something else," Sokka said from all the way across the room.

It was a small room, but still. When they'd been together in bed all day, he seemed much too far away from her when they weren't touching at all.

She stretched out across the bed, waiting for him to find whatever piece of junk it was he needed.

"It's been longer than 'a sec,'" she mused. "But that's okay. I'll take all the sec's I need when he gets back over here." She grinned deviously to herself.

But what was this prop he needed so badly? Wasn't she enough? More than enough? She ran one hand along her body, wondering if something about her had changed within the past twelve hours and she hadn't noticed. Nothing had changed, but what she didn't know was how perfectly sexy she was to Sokka when he turned around, victorious, and saw her otherwise pale cheeks blushing gently, her long raven hair draping over her shoulders, her soft, lithe form waiting for his not-so-soft, not-so-lithe form to collide with hers again.

"Marry me, Toph," he said.

Toph froze. Her brain went blank. Or full. She couldn't tell.

"Sokka, are you—?" she stammered.

"I'm completely serious, Toph," he said, sliding across the bed to meet her.

He took her hand in his and slid a ring onto her finger.

"This was my mom's wedding ring," he said. "She and my dad were very happy together while she was alive"—He looked into her astonished eyes.—Toph, let's be very happy together always."

He had certainly stunned her speechless, he thought, as she raised a quivering hand to meet the other, feeling the ring with the pads of her fingers.

"Sokka," she breathed. "It's wrong. It's all wrong."

Sokka's face fell, and his hopes crashed and burned with those two words. His pain made him draw away from her, but she grabbed him back.

"I meant it's on the wrong finger, you idiot. And the wrong hand!" she said, sticking her right hand obtrusively in his face. But then she turned it and caressed him lovingly.

"I wouldn't have it any other way," she chuckled, then continued in a husky voice, "and I wouldn't have you any other way."

"Me either," he said sheepishly as he moved the ring to the correct hand and finger. "I mean, I wouldn't have you any other way. You know that, right?"

She blushed. "Yeah, I know," she said quietly.

"Because I love everything about you," he murmured, kissing her temple.

Her eyes fluttered as his lips brushed over her lids. "Everything about you," he repeated. "Especially…"

"Ah! Sokka!" Toph exclaimed, then giggled and grabbed for him, too, and together they fell back onto the mattress.



Some time later, once things had quieted down…


"Ow! Toph, why do you keep doing that?"

"Because," she said with quick kiss, "that means yes!"





Tokka Week Day OonnnTWO! Haha This is meant for Day 1, but I posted it a bit late. My bad. Hope you all enjoyed! ; )

Reviews are more than welcome, they are encouraged! : )



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