A/N: Welcome to my collection of drabbles of the Tokka relationship! I have been a dedicated fan of the A:TLA series for years now and I have finally made my way into the fandom. I can't promise amazing things from my head, but please enjoy the ones that I do write. Have a wonderful day!
It was something she found was becoming habitual.
A finger trailed along the contours of the face across from hers, making note of every little detail. Her elbow propped her figure upright as performed the all-too-familiar ritual. From the hairline of his goatee, to the creases on his cheeks from age. Toph allowed herself a moment of weakness, and smiled softly. It was a sure way for her to even remotely get a glimpse to see him.
In all of her years, even with Lin's father, she had never before held the urge to do what she was currently. It was easy for Toph and Sokka to find themselves drinking the night away and crash in a random area for the night. After well played, at least to their drunken minds, tactics, they found themselves on a random patch of grass on the outskirts of Republic City.
Thanks to her seismic senses, she could tell that Sokka was out cold, so she took advantage of the moment.
Her brash behavior was partially a cover she had built up for years, only to have Sokka chip away at it with his simplistic, good-hearted nature. She desired to be next him, no matter the form it took. She gratefully took on the role of best friend and made sure she was there for him whenever she could. Anything from a drink to a prank to sitting in silence, she was there. When Suki and Sokka's relationship fell apart, she was there. In the same regard, Sokka was there for her as well. When Lin's father left her, when Lin was born, he was there.
Toph's finger gently trailed across Sokka's upper lip.
Important words and plans, sarcastic wit, and powerful kisses came to her through this mouth. Toph wasn't sentimental, in the very least. She had a mean bark to warn those of her nasty bite, but Sokka barked right back. He accepted her more masculine behaviors with ease, which included a lack of romantics between the two, yet she couldn't deny herself this moment of intimacy.
She allowed her index finger to trail down through the slightly ratty goatee that resided on Sokka's chin. It's current state came from the brawl that had occurred at the bar they generally frequented when their presence wasn't banned from it.
Once she fullfilled her routine, Toph slid her elbow underneath her torso as she fit her head in the familiar crook of Sokka's neck and closed her eyes. The soft breeze lulled her to sleep, her habit known only to the wind and moon.