Toph winced in pain. "I'm sorry!" Aang exclaimed, removing one hand from her foot, still cradling it in the other. "Did I hurt you?"
"Nah, airboy," she replied, reveling in her newest nickname for him. "Not too bad. Just be gentle, huh?"
"Of course," he said soothingly (for himself as much as for her) as he returned to massaging her feet. He looked up at her. He was struck, as he often was, by her beauty. Yes, she'd been pretty when they were younger, but now, he thought, she was gorgeous. He only wished she could see herself. He'd done such a good job with her makeup for the gala...
"Your arrows ever get sore?" she asked abruptly.
Aang was startled out of his reverie. "Huh?"
Toph sighed impatiently. "Your extra-special airbending tattoo things. Do they get sore like my feet?"
He shook his head, then, remembering that she couldn't see him, spoke a sheepish "Not really."
They remained in silence for several minutes. Not uncomfortably. Finally, Toph piped up. "You're not half-bad, Twinkletoes, you know that?"
Aang had known Toph, and her penchant for insults, long enough to immediately recognize the seemingly begrudging compliment for what it was. He smiled and blushed.
"Thanks, Toph," he whispered. "I love you too."
A/N: The idea of Aang doing Toph's makeup came from this wonderful piece of art: tametigrrr dot deviantart dot com /art/TW-Make-up-244761486