WHY DOES NOBODY TELL ME THESE THINGS

Tokka Week 2013 drabbles

By

EvilFuzzy9

A/N: FFFFFUUU TOKKA WEEK STARTS TODAY NOBODY TOLD ME THIS WHYY BLARGH

Against all odds, this is somehow my first Tokka week. As of right now, at the time of writing this sentence, I have two hours and twenty-six minutes (approximately) before I have to leave for work, after which I will be too tired to right. And I already spent a lot of creative juices on the most recent chapter of Unexpected Aftermath (which is like Tokka, except fused with Sukka).

*dons sunglasses*

IT'S ON.

Prompt One:

SHELTER

Sometimes even Toph needed somewhere she could rest, safe away from the rest of the world. Sometimes even she just wanted to curl up into a ball and get away from it all.

Luckily, she had her own private sanctuary, one that kept out all of the world's troubles. It was a place where she could sleep peacefully, warm, safe. In this place, all stress, all weariness melted from her like so much frost in the summer sun.

Here, she was safe, as safe as she ever needed to be. It was her home away from home, her shelter from all of the bad things in the world.

It was so warm and firm and wonderful.

Toph Bei Fong, Chief of the Republic City Police Department, all but purred as she curled up in her lover's arms, nuzzling her head into his broad, bare chest.

It had been a long, hard, awful day down at the station, and she knew that the Councilman had not had it any better. The triads were getting bolder by the day, and there were reports of a new leader in Republic City's underworld, a man pulling the strings of virtually every gang on the streets. Both of them were being run ragged trying to get to the bottom of it all, trying to put a stop to things before they escalated any further.

The burden of their respective responsibilities weighed heavily on their shoulders, and they were all but at their wit's end trying to keep this city they had worked so hard to establish from falling apart at the seams, and yet...

And yet, lying there in their bed, wrapped tight in one another's arms, neither one of them had a care in the world.

For now, they were safe from every care. When morning came, they knew, they would toss themselves once more into the breach, and there was no guarantee that they would all come out of this alive.

But for now, at least, they had each other. For now, at least, they could shelter themselves from the storm that was brewing, lying there in one another's arms: Chief Bei Fong and Councilman Sokka.

A/N: This was short and (hopefully) sweet, but maybe tomorrow it'll be a little longer? Who knows?

I sure don't. XD

TTFN and R&R!

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