• falling asleep on the couch, waking up to not only a blanket around them, but their partner squeezed in behind them.
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Aang really isn’t surprised to wake up with a blanket draped over him after falling asleep on the couch. What did surprise him is the small body he can feel tucked between him and the couch.
He’s confused as to why someone would be squeezed onto the couch with him until a crack of thunder tears through the house. He smiles slightly at the realization that it’s Toph behind him. Everyday, she puts up a tough front and covers her emotions with sarcasm but then something as harmless as thunder comes by and she becomes quiet and slightly on edge.
He remembers now, something Zuko had said about a storm coming in from the South that would last the rest of the weekend at Ember Island. Not wanting to ride Appa through the storm, the group decided to wait out the storm before heading back.
Turning over onto his back, he sees that her eyes are closed and her little puffs of breath move the hair hanging down in front of her face just slightly. Snaking an arm underneath her, he pulls her closer to him.
Toph moves so that her head is resting on his chest, her hand coming up to press flat against his heart. Aang had noticed that she always placed her hand on his pulse points when she was unsure about something and when he asked about it she had muttered to him one night about wanting a second opinion.
He stares up at the ceiling and sees the flash of lightning illuminate the main sitting room, he grips Toph tighter to him until the roll of thunder has passed. Craning his head, he gets a glimpse of the hallways and sees that there aren’t any flickering candlelight coming from there and guesses that everyone must have gone to bed. Well, until Sokka walks through the sitting room in nothing but his underwear, obviously heading towards the kitchen.
“Nice underwear,” Aang whisper shouts to Sokka.
He can’t help but stifle a laugh when Sokka jumps and gets into a defensive stance. Seeing that it’s only Aang, he lowers his hands back down to his side.
“Spirits Aang. What the hell are you doing on the sofa? Go to your fucking room!” Sokka whisper yells at him.
“I would if I could, but its thundering and Toph is on me.”
“Oh, Toph is on you, huh? Didn’t realize you guys had stopped screwing around and sealed the deal,” he says, waggling his eyebrows at him.
A bright blush covers Aang’s cheeks, he sputters out, “What? You don’t know- Shut up. There’s nothing going on between us. She just doesn’t like the thunder, you know that. She’s clung to you before.”
“Yeah, she hasn’t done that in years buddy, it’s always you she goes for. The sooner you guys admit it the sooner the rest of us will stop teasing you,” he says before turning on his heel and pushing through the swinging door to the kitchen.
Dropping his head back down onto the couch, he takes a deep breath and considers what Sokka is saying. Even though he is one hundred percent certain of his feelings towards her, she was harder to read. In fear of rejection once again, he wasn’t going to say anything to her until she said something first.
Taking a deep breath, he sits up and gathers Toph up into his arms and makes the trek to his room. Laying her down in the bed, he stretches his arms up over his head and before he has time to react, a bolt of lightening streaks across the sky and a clap of thunder quickly follows. Toph bolts straight up in bed breathing hard, her eyes wide and panicked.
Aang immediately sits down on the bed beside her and gently touches her shoulder to let her know he is beside her, “Hey, hey. I’m right here. I had just set you down for a moment,” he whispers. Toph nods her head slightly and slowly, she lays back down.
Aang pulls the blanket over them and immediately, Toph is laying her head against his shoulder with her hand on his heart. He turns over onto his side and pulls her closer to him so that she is nestled just under his chin.
“It just scared me and I couldn’t feel you,” she whispers to him.
“I know,” he whispers back and without thinking, he kisses her forehead in reassurance. His eyes instantly go wide in panic of how she is going to react. He feels her slowly lift her face up to his, the feel of her nose ghosting along his throat as she looks up at him makes him swallow hard.
“You kissed me.”
“Uh, yeah. Sorry,” he says softly hoping she doesn’t push him off. A few moments pass and the longer she has her face tilted up at him not saying anything, the more he is worried he has pissed her off.
"S'okay," she murmurs. He feels her hand leave the place over his heart, brush past his shoulder until she is gripping hate back of his neck, she pulls him down to press her chappe lips against his.
The guy- Aang- is kissing up her neck and leaving what she knows is going to be large bruises in the morning on her hips from where his fingers are digging in. They’re in an abandoned hallway of some club and they are slowly but surely getting to what is considered public indecency.
“Do uh… do you have a hotel close by?” she asks just as he slips a hand underneath her skirt and runs a finger over the lace that is covering her. He lightly rubs a finger over her clit and her hips just barely buck in response.
“Yeah, we can go there, but first, I want to see something.”
Toph wrinkles her eyebrows not exactly sure what he means, but he quickly pulls aside the fabric and plunges two fingers deep into her without warning.
Toph isn’t completely sure what makes her wake up so early, but she knows it’s going to be one of those mornings where she can’t go back to sleep no matter how hard she tries. She can feel Aang’s body pressed up behind her and judging from his deep and even breaths that she can feel on the back of her neck, he is still asleep.
Turning her face more into the pillow, she inhales his scent from the fabric, and hopes that she can maybe pass out from lack of oxygen by doing this so that she can go back to sleep.
Pushing her head further into the pillow is when she feels it. The hardness that is pressing just below the swell of her ass. When she had leaned forward to push her face more into the pillow, it had caused her hips to move back slightly and brush against him.
Her face stills in the pillow, she bites back a grin. Toph knew it is something that normally happens in the morning, but for some reason, it gave her a strange sort of satisfaction.
Moving back to her previous position- pressed against his chest- she brushes against him once more and a hand quickly reaches out and grips her hip, “God, quit doing that,” his voice sounding strained and still rough with sleep.
Toph lets out a snort, “Didn’t realize you were that into me,” she says with a slight wiggle of her hips. Another groan comes from his lips and his fingers dig into her skin.
“Don’t flatter yourself, it’s morning. And you doing that isn’t making it any easier,” he says, rolling onto his back, away from her slightly.
Toph pouts slightly as he pulls away taking his body heat with him. She turns around to face and pulls the blankets up to her chin, “What’s for breakfast?”
“Funny that you think I’m making breakfast after what you just did.”
She laughs under her breath, “Well, when you take me home, can we stop somewhere and get something to eat? I would kill for some hashbrowns.”
An hour and a half later, they were sitting in a booth at their nearest Ihop looking through their menus. Well, Aang was looking through the menu. Apparently, Toph comes here so often she already knows what she wants.
He looks up at her and can’t help but blush more. They definitely look like they’re an awkward one night stand couple. Her hair is messy and unbrushed and she’s wearing one of his hoodies that is way too big for her.
Every time he glances at her, he can’t help but remember how he was taken out of his dream by the brushing of her ass against him, and then she had the audacity to do it again. He knows it’s wrong to say this, but he’s glad she is blind so that she can’t see the blush that hasn’t left his face since they got out of bed that morning.
“You know, I can feel you blushing from here,” she says with a smirk, reaching out for her drink.
“Urgh,” Aang drops his head to the table, “Why did you do that to me? I am a good man, and it was just cruel.”
Toph laughs and cuts into her pancakes, “Whatever, it was funny and you know it.” The sleeve of the hoodie slides back just slightly and he is able to catch the sight of his Name on her skin and he sucks in a breath.
“What?” she asks. How she heard that, he doesn’t know.
“Uh, nothing. Your Name is all.” It’s Toph’s turn to blush as she pulls the sleeve down and pulls it into a palm to hold it there.
It’s a moment before she raises her face to him and the blush starting to recede. “Where… Where is yours?”
Aang looks down at his plate, biting his lip before glancing back up at her. Her face is guarded and her eyes are casted downwards. He can feel her building up a wall between them for some reason. He doesn’t think this conversation is too personal, considering what she did this morning, but he can feel her distancing herself.
“It’s on my chest, just under my heart along my ribs,” he says in a low tone. All he gets is a nod in response. He stares at her for a moment, gathering some courage to ask his next question, “Why don’t you like the Names?”
Toph’s eyebrows fly up for a second before she drops into a neutral face, “What, are you wanting to do the soulmate thing now?”
“No, I’m not ready for that. I just want to know your perspective of it.” He can see her clench and unclench her teeth a few times, trying to figure out what words would be appropriate for this.
Aang thinks she is just about to tell him off right when her shoulders slump down and she lets out a deep breath. “All my life, things had been decided for me because I’m blind. What school I went to, who my friends are, what I wear, everything. I barely got to move out… actually I wouldn't have been able to move out if Zuko didn't kidnap me. The Names are just another thing that has been decided for me, and I can't stand it. I should be able to choose who I want to be with and when I want to be with them.”
Aang nods his head slowly and takes a bite of his eggs, “Yeah, that makes sense.”
Toph jerks her head up a little, completely surprised by her answer. Most people tell her that it’s stupid, that she's missing out on the greatest feelings. But, instead, he seems to understand.
“What about yours?”
He snorts a little, “Eh, we’ll get to that another day.”
“Little too depressing for you?”
“Ha. Yeah. You could say that.
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Katara walks into the living room to see Toph lounging on one of the couches, her earbuds in, most likely listening to an audiobook.
Walking over to her, she nudges her leg to get her attention. Toph hits the pause button on her headphones and pulls one out.
“I noticed that you didn't come home the other night,” Katara asks in a teasing tone.
“Oh, uh, yeah. I slept over at Aang’s.”
Trying not to be too forward and scare her off, Katara walks into the kitchen and grabs a bottle of water before returning to the couch. “Well, what did you guys do all night?”
Toph doesn’t answer immediately which makes Katara automatically assume, “Oh my god, you didn’t.”
“Didn’t what?”
“You slept with him! You totally slept with him! Tell me everything, was he any good?”
Toph sits up in shock, “Dude! What the hell? No, I didn’t sleep with him, it wasn’t like that.”
“Where did you sleep then?”
“Uh… in his bed? But we didn’t do anything, it was just platonically sleeping next to each other.”
Katara crosses her arms and sits back into the couch watching Toph, looking for any signs that she may be lying. “If you guys didn’t have sex, then what did you do?”
“Er… he- uh. He read to me.”
“He read to you?! You don’t even let me read to you! That’s totally not fair,”
“Yeah, well, you know. Heat of the moment and everything,” she says with a wave of her hand and moves to put her earbuds back in.
“You like him.”
“What?” she asks, stopping just before she is able to push play.
“I said, ‘You like him’”
Toph lets out a snort and settles back into the couch, “You don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Plopping down on the couch, practically smooshing Toph’s legs into the cushions, Katara’s face is pure giddy, “Oh my god, you totally do! You didn’t even deny it!”
Pushing Katara off, Toph gets up and makes her way to the kitchen, hoping that the conversation won’t continue. But, knowing her roommate, that’s not likely, “Come on, T., just admit it!”
“There’s nothing to admit,” her voice low and solid.
“Yes, there is! Come on! It’s not the end of the world? What’s so wrong about liking him?”
Toph opens the fridge and grabs one of her smoothies and leans back against the fridge, thinking about the conversation. Even if she does like him, it’s not like she is about to admit that, especially out loud.
“I’m not confirming or denying anything, Princess. We’re just two people that hung out last night who just so happen to have each other’s Names on their bodies. It’s fine,” she says, pushing off from the fridge and walking towards her room.
“Whatever! I know you Toph, and you can’t lie to me!” Katara calls out just as she is shutting the door to her room.
Dropping onto her bed with her head hanging over the side, she chews on her lips considering what Katara had just said. She goes over her feelings for just a moment and as soon as she starts feeling that fluttering in her chest, she rolls over onto her stomach and grabs her phone.
“Siri, call Aang.”
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Sitting on the sofa with his laptop in his lap, Aang attempts to work through some homework problems, but the motivation is just not there . His phone starts ringing, and honestly, it sounds like it’s under his butt, lodged into between the cushions.
He shoves a hand underneath him and feels around for the phone but isn’t able to get to it in time for the phone call. Looking at the screen, he sees that it’s Toph who was calling. He raises his eyebrows in confusion but swipes to call her back.
“Hey. You going to bring me some chinese?” is her immediate answer to the phone.
“Uh, no. Was not planning on it. I’m doing homework.” She lets out a very exaggerated groan at this.
“Just bring me some chinese and your computer and you can do your homework here.”
“No, I can’t.”
“And why not?”
Aang smiles slightly, “Because, knowing you, you’re going to talk nonstop and distract me from homework and then I won’t get anything done.”
“Please, you barely know me.”
“Am I wrong though?” She doesn’t answer immediately but instead, grumbles something out unintelligible.
“Fine, whatever.”
“What are you doing, though?”
“Well, I was listening to a book before Katara interrupted me with probing questions about our sex life,” she says nonchalantly. Aang chokes on air for a second before he realizes she’s kidding.
He doesn’t say anything for a moment, “I didn’t realize we had a sex life.”
“Oh, but we do. Very kinky. Surprised we didn’t break the headboard,” she says, still pretending to be serious.
“Oh, yes, you are right. Very kinky and very lavish, exactly what we are.” He can hear her laugh through her nose which makes him smile. He loves her sense of humor, the dark and sometimes explicit things she says always keeps him on his toes.
“You want to go do something later? I hear that there is a silent movie playing at the theatre,” he asks.
“Ha-ha. Funny.”
“No, but seriously, there’s a movie that just came out that I want to go see, do you want to go?” He knows this is dangerous territory; going to the movies is a typical first date kind of move. She is silent for a moment, and he swears, he can hear her thinking through the phone.
“Yeah, sure. But, you’re buying.” A breath of relief escapes him and a tiny smile plays on his lips.
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“Now, I know that I missed some parts because of the whole not seeing thing, but that movie sucked.” They’re walking out of the theatre, the bag of popcorn is still clutched in Toph’s hand while her cane slides in front of her, occasionally tapping the concrete.
“Yeah, the trailer seemed so much better. Although, seeing Blake Lively in a bikini for most of the movie was pretty nice.”
Toph snorts and elbows him in the side, “Perv.” As they get settled into the car, her phone starts singing ‘ Holding Out For a Hero’ .
“Yell-o” she says in greeting, putting the call on speaker.
“I’m going to Zuko’s for the night, I left some dinner in the fridge for you,” Katara’s voice comes through the speaker.
“Ahhh, thanks, Mom. I’ll be sure to eat that."
“Where are you?”
“Aang and I went to a movie- which sucked by the way- but we’re on our way home now,” she says, shoving a handful of the popcorn in her mouth.
“Ohhh, you and Aang went on a date?” Katara says in a suggestive way.
“Hell no, I just didn’t want to go to the movie by myself,” Aang pipes up from the drivers side.
“Oh, shit. Am I on speaker phone? That’s my bad.”
Toph snorts a little and says through the popcorn, “Anyways, I’ll be home soon. I’ll make sure to lock the door so the big bad men don’t come and get me.”
“Alright, have a good night and make sure to use a condom!” Katara shouts before disconnecting the call.
Toph groans and drops the phone into her lap, “She’s so irritating.” Aang’s shoulders are shaking with laughter.
“I’m not going to lie, it’s kind of funny. You make jokes about it all the time, but the moment Katara says something about it, you’re all ‘She’s so annoying, why does she joke about it, it’s not even funny’,” Aang says in a high pitched voice trying to mimic Toph.
She lands a punch on his arm, “Whatever, I do not sound like that,” she says with a huff and crosses her arms over her chest.
A few hours later, they’re laying on her bed listening to some music and jumping from topic to topic about everything and nothing. Aang sits up slightly and turns on his side, resting on his elbow, “What’s it like being blind?”
Toph lets out a snort at the question, “What the hell do you mean ‘ what’s it like to be blind’? How am I supposed to answer that? What’s it like being able to see?”
He shrugs a little at her answer, “Yeah, but like, how did you learn to do stuff?”
“The same way you learned to do stuff, dipshit.”
He laughs at her abrasive answers, “Never mind, you’re not getting what I’m trying to say.”
Toph turns her head towards him, “Well, try and explain what you’re wanting to know better and maybe I’ll answer differently,” she challenges.
Huffing, he drops back down to the bed on his back, their shoulders just barely touching. “Okay, fine. I guess, what I’m trying to say is, Do you feel like you’re missing out on things because you’re blind?”
A thoughtful look passes over her as if she hadn’t ever actually considered the question, “I mean, not really. Although, lately, there are some things that I wish I could see. I don’t feel left out, if that’s what you mean. Everyone includes me in everything and they never mention my blindness so it doesn’t feel like it’s really an impairment. It’s just… somethings, I guess, would be nice to see.”
“What do you want to see?” His brows coming together in confusion. He never considered her wanting to see certain things but not care about others.
She takes a deep breath and turns her head so that her eyes are trained towards the ceiling, “Nothing, it doesn’t really matter.”
“No, come on! Tell me,” he asks, his voice low and coaxing, as if trying not to scare her off.
Toph purses her lips in thought and closes her eyes, and for a moment, he doesn’t think she is going to answer. “I’d like to see you,” her voice is low, barely even a whisper. The breath in Aang’s lungs is immediately stolen.
“Me?”
“Yeah,” her voice stronger now, more sure, “I’d like to see what my soulmate looks like, if you’re really as attractive as everyone says you are.”
Aang laughs lightly at her answer, he really was not expecting this. He turns his head to face her and looks at the slope of her nose, the freckles that dust across her cheeks, the beauty mark just under her jaw, her ink black hair.
“Here, sit up, let’s try something,” Reluctantly and with a groan, she sits up and turns to face him. He takes her hands in his, and slowly brings them up to his face and rests them on his cheeks.
“You really want me to feel out your face?” her eyebrow quirking slightly.
“Yeah, you can’t tell me you haven’t done this with other things.”
“I- I mean, uh yeah, I have. It’s just, this is a little personal, feeling someone else.”
Aang shifts closer to her until their knees are touching, “Well, have at it.”
Toph takes a deep breath and swallows visibly before her fingers slowly skirt over his skin, fingertips just barely touching him. He stays as still as he can while she maps out his face. She traces over his cheekbones, his jawline, the hair on his head. While one hand is, once again, tracing his cheekbone, her other hand slowly goes down his nose until it drops off at his lips.
She stops there for a moment, almost as if asking permission to touch his lips. She swallows again and feels along the bow of his top lip and the plumpness of his bottom. He smiles slightly at her, and she feels the creases of his cheeks as he does so.
Her fingertips linger just a second longer on his lips before moving down to his jaw and skimming over his throat and neck to the expanse of his shoulders. She feels how broad they are and how his collar bones are hard beneath his skin.
The whole time she is mapping out his face, Aang keeps a close eye on her own face, watching the small expressions that flicker across her face as she goes over the dips and edges of his face. When she came to his jaw line, her mouth quirked up in a small smirk, and since then, he hadn’t been able to take his eyes from her lips.
He is fascinated with how they move. She would occasionally bite the inside of her cheek which would shift them just slightly and his eyes tracked their every movement.
Neither of them realized how close they had leaned into the other until Toph dropped her hands from his shoulders, “Hey, Aang?”
“Yeah.”
“Can I try something?”
He doesn’t even answer her, but instead leans forward to push his lips against hers.
