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Sokka covers the tab for them at Waffle House and hails another Uber to drive them back to Toph's apartment first. He insists on making sure she gets home and then says that he'll take the same Uber over to his place once he knows she's inside.
She can see right through that excuse, but whatever.
As they get in the car, Sokka slides across the seat until he is sitting directly next to her, touching her from her shoulder all the way down to her hip and along her thigh. The heat of his skin seeps in through her sweats and she is struggling to keep her breath even. He is steadily talking to the driver as if she isn't having some kind of turmoil going on inside of her.
Toph is sure it's just her, but, at the same time, she feels like some kind of tension has fallen between her and Sokka. The air feels so thick to her that she swears she could reach out and touch it. He hasn't said anything to her since they got in the Uber, but the stead pressure of his leg against hers is keeping her focus completely on that rather than the conversation going on next to her.
She startles a little when she feels his warm hand gently rest at the top of her knee, barely applying pressure as if he is prepared to remove it the moment she seems to not be okay with the gesture. But, all it does is make her suck in a breath and lick her lips at the feeling of him intentionally touching her rather than having to because of the cramped back seat.
She would never admit this to Katara or anyone else, but she has been counting down the days until she can have Sokka in between her legs. If her pride weren't on the line with the bet, she would have caved several days ago.
Sokka had come over with Zuko and Aang for whatever reason a couple days ago and Suki was already there. Shots had been taken and Katara and Zuko disappeared to 'go get McDonalds', Suki got a booty call from one of her many girlfriends and so she disappeared, and Aang passed out on the couch so Sokka and her were pretty much alone.
They were flirting shamelessly back and forth while Toph sat on the kitchen counter as Sokka made her a grilled cheese. At some point, after the stove had been turned off and her grilled cheese slid onto a plate, he ended up standing between her legs with his hands on her upper thighs. They were so close to kissing, his face angled up towards her, a grin on his face as he continued to tease her about the bet, how she was going to cave at any moment. Their lips were almost touching and both of them had ridiculous smiles on their faces as the picking continued. It was like the ultimate foreplay, putting their lips as close together as they could without actually kissing one another, seeing who would break and completely eliminate distance between them.
The only reason they separated was because the door opened and, surprisingly, Katara and Zuko walked in with a couple bags of McDonalds. Toph had quickly jumped off the counter, grabbing her grilled cheese and moving away from Sokka as he snatched the pan from the stove and moved to the sink with it. Both of them were acting completely normal despite the fact that both of them would've caved in the next thirty seconds or less had the other couple not walked in.
Toph's attention is pulled back into the car when Sokka's hand moves up an inch so slowly, she thinks that it isn't actually moving. He is steadily holding a conversation with the driver about the perks of the town as well as the downsides. He doesn't seem to be affected by this as much as she is.
His hand is nearly at the top of her thigh when his pinky starts rubbing back and forth over the fabric of her sweats. The movement of his pinky causes her sweats to shift back and forth. Toph bites down on her lower lip and slowly releases a shaky breath. she knows he knows what he is doing to her, she can hear the sly smirk in his voice as he continues to talk.
Time seems to slow down to a crawl as his hand moves even further up, only stopping because it meets where her thighs touch, preventing him from going any further. he doesn't push for her to spread her legs, he just leaves his hand where it's at, scratching lightly at the seam of her sweatpants.
Just as the debate in her head comes to a close about whether she should open her legs for him, the Uber comes to a stop and the driver announces their arrival. Sokka cheerfully thanks him as they pile out of the car.
The walk up to Toph's apartment is quiet but Sokka can feel how the atmosphere is charged even more so than it was in the car. He hasn't touched her since they left the Uber, but fucking hell, he just wants to place his hands on her. He knows she's not doing it consciously, but watching the way her hips move as she climbs the stairs ahead of him is getting him worked up.
When tehy get to her door, she pulls the key ring from around the strap of her cane and pushes the key into the lock. The sound of it sliding back is deafening in the quiet hallway, but it's probably just because he is so hyper focused on everything she is doing. Toph pushes the door open and, without needing prompting, he walks in behind her.
She turns to him and she is so close that if she just barely reaches out a hand, she would touch his chest. "Well, I'm home safe. Are you wanting to check the house for intruders as well?" she asks, her voice a low whisper.
He smiles as he reaches up and pulls the tie from her hair, it falls in a dark waterfall over her shoulders. "I think that you can handle yourself," he answers in the same whisper. Too loud and the moment between them will be lost.
"I guess you should go then."
"Yeah, I probably should." He glances down at her lips and can see the minuscule way they shake. His own tongue darts out to wet his lips and he knows, despite his words, that he can't leave this apartment. He can't tear his eyes away from the way her lips are slightly parted, just barely showing the tip of her tongue.
"Yeah, that would be..." she trails off when his thumb presses on her bottom lip. They're both silent as he gently drags his thumb over it, he watches with rapt attention as the skin turns white before the pink rushes back when his thumb releases it's hold.
Sokka moves his hand to cup her neck and he can feel her pulse racing. Her eyes are wide and they're staring just above where his own eyes are. He leans down until their lips are less than an inch away from one another. Toph's eyelids flutter shut as if she just knows that he will be the one to cave. They hover there for a moment, neither one of them willing to break and close the distance between them.
"This is going to be a one time thing," Toph whispers, her lips just barely brushing against his as she speaks.
"Does that mean you cave?" he asks, and fucking hell, he hopes this means she caves.
Toph huffs out a laugh and finally, fucking finally, she closes the distance between them and presses her lips to his. He's been waiting for this since he had her on the counter and was between her legs the first time they met. It seems so long ago that he had his mouth on hers but it was only been a month. He instantly knows he is addicted to her mouth, to the way she tastes.
He immediately dominates the kiss and she barely puts up a fight about it. He works her mouth open and their tongues brush together. He can feel her short nails starting to dig into his chest as the kiss becomes more intense.
He pulls his lips from hers and, with his chin, he nudges her jaw up a little. Taking the hint, Toph tilts her head back and Sokka instantly latches his lips onto the skin just below the junction of her neck and jaw. He nibbles a little bit at the skin and his hands slip down from her neck, mapping out her curves with his fingers before reaching around and grabbing her ass.
"Take me to bed," she says to him, her face still tilted upwards as he continues peppering kisses along her neck.
Straightening up, he looks down at her and rests his forehead against hers, "You sure?" the smile she gives him is enough of an answer.
The door practically slamming open is what jerks Sokka awake. "Toph! Where the fuck did you put my- Oh my Spirits! Oh my fucking Spirits!," Katara screams. He is immediately sitting upright and sees his sister holding her hands over her eyes as she attempts to find her way back out of the room she just barged into. He's confused for a moment as to why she is in his room when it dawns on him that this isn't his room at all. He's in Toph's room.
"Close the door on your way out, Princess," Toph mumbles from beside him, her face still smooshed into the pillows. She's on her stomach, her bare back exposed as the blanket is only coming up to her lower back. The night before comes back to him in waves and he smiles a little to himself before looking back up at Katara who has successfully found her way out without looking and is now pawing at the bedroom door, trying to close it without looking at where she is grabbing.
"My own fucking brother, I can't believe you actually went through with it! We're going to fucking talk about this!" Katara yells. Sokka isn't exactly sure who she is talking to, but decides it doesn't matter.
Toph makes a quiet, noncommittal grunt in response but doesn't move from her current position. Sokka lays back down and wraps an arm over Toph's lower back and pulls her to him, rolling her onto her side so that her back is pressed against his front. "Go the fuck back to sleep, it's too early," she mumbles to him.
The smile still can't seem to come off as he buries his face into the back of her neck and inhales her scent. Yeah, he could probably get used to this.