Untitled, Avatar: The Last Airbender, Sokka/Toph
Title: Untitled Author/Artist: sheikah Fandom: Avatar: The Last Airbender Pairing: Sokka/Toph Rating: PG at the most Warnings: none really. Request: Avatar: The Last Airbender, Sokka/Toph - The risk of getting caught turns you on, doesn't it? A/N: This fic is more or less a sequel to this fic
When Sokka knocks on the door to Toph's dressing room, he is greeted with a rather unladylike like grunt. He opens the heavy wooden door and is greeted with Toph, sitting at the vanity. Her hair lay neatly arranged in a wonderful pile of curls and white flowers fastened to pins to hold everything in place. Her dress was a powdery green with a darker shawl. It, of course, lay discarded on the floor by the chair.
“Toph? You ready? Katara's asking for you.” Sokka shuffles his feet nervously and tries not to stare. He notices Toph's shark like grin in the mirror.
“What's the matter with you? Your heart's beating all funky.”
“Nothing. You look nice.”
“Gonna stick me in one of those glass cabinets and put me on display?” she asks with a laugh and Sokka chuckles nervously.
When Toph turns around, he relaxes his shoulders a bit and his patented big, stupid grin curled his lips. It was the necklace Toph wears that elicits such a response. The hand carved pendant sways with her movements. “You're still wearing it?” He tries to sound casual. And he fails at it.
“'Course, Stupid. You think I'd ever take it off?” She walks over to him and swiftly smacks him on the shoulder.
“It matches your dress.” Sokka rubs his shoulder.
“I'd still wear it even if it didn't. Cause, surprisingly enough, that sorta thing doesn't really matter to me.” She grins again and jabs Sokka's ribs.
Sokka drapes one arm over his middle while he raises his other hand and gently presses his fingers against the pendant. “You look beautiful,” he says softly and smiles when her cheeks flush.
“You're not so bad looking yourself.” Her hand rises to his cheek and gently traces the curves of his face. Her hand hovers just above his lips and Sokka gently kisses the tips of each of her fingers. “You're a silly romantic, Sokka.” Toph smiles. She would never admit she likes silly romantics.
There is clamoring outside of the room and Sokka looks down at Toph. “We better get going. Guests and stuff.”
He notices Toph's coy grin and he twists his mouth. “What are you thinking?”
“I never did thank you for my necklace,” She says slowly and tugs Sokka toward the back of the room.
“But the party's about to start and...”
“And what was a wedding reception without the life of the party?” Toph says as she playfully punches Sokka's arm, “Come on, Sarcasm Guy.”
“People are right outside.”
“You worried about getting caught?” Toph's kisses are fevered and intense and Sokka forgets for a moment where they are.
“I think it's kinda hot actually.”
“You would. Now do something with this damn zipper.”