"Aang! She agreed!" The 23-year-old bride-to-be came running towards her fiancée as soon as he floated off his pet air bison. Katara wasted no time in throwing her arms around his neck at full speed (which would have thrown off a normal person, but Aang was use to airbending to keep himself standing). In her hand, she held a piece of paper that she had managed to crumple during her run.

Aang laughed. "Who agreed to what?"

Katara let go of him and scrambled to open the parchment. "Toph! She actually agreed to be my maid of honor!"

"Well, why wouldn't she? Isn't she your best friend?" Aang frowned, taking the piece of paper to look at crudely-written words. It seemed Toph had taken the time to learn to write in between her duties as Chief of Police in the newly-formed Republic City.

His fiancée rolled her eyes. "Well, it wasn't exactly agreeing to be my maid of honor, but more of wearing the dress that will match the bridesmaids."

Aang narrowed his eyes at her. "Katara, you didn't choose the frilly dresses I told you not to choose because the bridesmaids might not like them, did you?"

Katara stayed silent.

"I was away for a month and you changed all the plans!" Aang sighed irately.

Of course, that was probably an exaggeration; changing the dresses was not the same as changing the entire wedding. However, over the time the two had been together, Aang had found his waterbending teacher to be a bit… controlling. Everything had to be perfect, but perfect was only whatever Katara envisioned. Aang, who was more or less use to getting what he wanted, found this quirk of hers a bit hard to put up with.

Neither one in the couple had the best way of dealing with problems either. When it came to her future husband, Katara tended to be more passive-aggressive and Aang… well, it was only a matter of time before he had to go off somewhere far from home because of his Avatar duties (or because he didn't want to have to fight with Katara, but no one would ever say it out loud).

Still, Katara idolized the avatar and Aang wanted to marry his dream girl.

"I did not change all the plans! Suki said she would be fine with wearing it," Katara pointed out.

"Because she didn't want to hurt your feelings. It's your wedding. She already had hers," Aang countered.

"Exactly!" Katara pointed into his chest. "It's my wedding! If I want, I can have the frilliest dresses in the world." She flipped around and began walking back into the house; her hair almost hit the Avatar's face during the turn.

Aang caught up with her. "Didn't you want a traditional water tribe wedding? I thought your friend Leng was helping you pick out dresses that looked like dresses from a water tribe wedding?"

"I'm marrying an airbender in Republic City. Does this look like a water tribe betrothal necklace, Aang?" She held up the penchant. It was similar to the large necklaces air nomads wore, but Aang had carved the large blue stone in homage to her mother's necklace. "Which is a Northern water tribe tradition anyway. Nothing about our wedding is traditional."

"Are you two love birds, OK?" Sokka's head popped out of the door. He had most likely heard them fighting from the other side and taken it upon himself to cool things down before they walked inside raging. Katara had convinced him any aggression at all in front of his kids was going to turn them into thugs.

Katara flashed him a smile. "Never better! It's just… Wedding day jitters! You know how it is!"

Sokka laughed. "Oh boy, do I! Suki doesn't get worked up often, but I guess planning our wedding drove her to the point of just letting me do the rest of it. I mean, I had to make sure it was gorgeous." Sokka chuckled again.

"That's what I want! Is it that hard to understand, Aang?" Katara turned to him.

Aang sighed, giving up. "No, sweetie. Besides, the wedding is a week away. I really don't want anything else to have to change."

"Great!" Katara hugged him. "Do you mind picking up Toph's dress for her then? She doesn't want her police buddies to see it."

"No wonder. It's hideous," Sokka said. Katara's death glare shut him up for the time being.

Aang's mood changed once he had received the opportunity to see his old friend. "Actually, yeah. I wouldn't mind it at all. It's been a long time since I got to talk to our little friend."

Sokka snorted (apparently, his sister's mean look could only keep him quiet for so long). "Then, you should know she's not that little anymore."

"What do you mean?" The airbender frowned. He distinctly remembered Suki telling him that Toph was still the shortest in the group.

Sokka eagerly tried to tell him, "Little Toph has some curv-"

"Aren't you married with kids?" Katara interrupted him. "Maybe we should go in and see them." Katara hurried her brother inside. "You can pick up her dress at the little shop we were looking through before you left."

Aang nodded as he watched her walk back inside. Then, he shook his head in agitation, turning around to prepare Appa for another trip.

…

Aang thought it was strange that of all places Toph could have chosen to live in (like a house similar to the one he and Katara were currently sharing with Sokka's family), she had chosen to be one of many in an apartment building. Sure, she had stayed grounded on the first floor of the building, but wouldn't the vibrations of the constant people milling about bother her?

The apartment building was very different from the ostentatious villa she had grown up in. Her accommodation would be simple and probably one bedroom. There wasn't much she would have to keep track of. He supposed the small bit of normalcy might have been why she was called to live in this place.

"Who's there?" Was the shout from the other side once he had decided to knock. The door swung open before he could answer. "I'm just joking, I knew it was you, Twinkletoes."

Aang had to do a double take. Sokka was right; she certainly wasn't the little 12-year-old that had run away with them nine years ago. Toph's brown tank top clung to her skin due to the sweaty bending workout she had obviously just gotten back from. The shirt prominently displayed the breasts Aang didn't quite remember her having the last time he saw her. Then again, he never got the chance to have a full conversation with her for the past four years because of their respective duties.

"Do you always wear stuff like that nowadays?" Aang averted his eyes as though Toph would be able to tell he was staring.

Toph fingered the strap to her shirt. "What's wrong with it? Does it match? I'm pretty sure everything in my closet is either green, brown, or black so I don't have to worry about it. At least, that's what Katara and Suki told me."

"No, the colors are fine." Which was true, the brown tank top looked fine with her black shorts. Aang shook his head. "Nevermind."

"Is that my dress?" Toph grabbed the heap of cloth from Aang's arms and waved him inside, closing the stone door with a quick flick of her wrist. She held it out in front of her like she were taking a look at the multiple layers and ruffles to it. At least Katara had picked out a pretty color. The steel blue would look nice on all three bridesmaids. "I bet it looks absolutely dashing."

"Oh, it does," Aang laughed. "It's horrible, Toph. I never thought in a million years, you would want to wear that."

Toph shrugged. "Eh, it's her wedding. Whatever makes the both of you happy, ya know?" Then she told him sharply, "But I'm not about to let my subordinates tease me over this stupid rag! Which is why I'm glad you came by to drop it off." She tossed the dress onto the grey beaten-up couch. "It's nice to see you again, Twinkletoes."

Aang gulped. Without the dress in the way anymore, he was given another clear look at who he was looking at. What did Sokka tell him earlier? Toph had curves. Very nice looking curves to her body. Aang had always thought Toph was pretty, but seeing her grown up was… a very different sight. He was ashamed to say that it was a very welcome sight as well. He wondered if she, underneath her shirt, had abs.

"How's this wedding nonsense treating you?" Toph asked when her friend said nothing. Right, he probably shouldn't be thinking about Toph without her clothes on.

"Well," Aang hesitated as he scratched the back of his neck, struggling to decide whether or not to tell her the truth or sugar-coat it. He decided on, "It's a lot."

"Let me guess: Katara is being controlling and bossy and it's hard to get your opinion in?" Toph raised an eyebrow as she placed a fist against her hip. Somehow, she managed to sum up his feelings within in a sentence.

Aang exhaled in relief. "That's exactly it. I get it though. It's a big deal. We're committing ourselves to loving each other for… the rest of our lives." Aang wasn't sure he really wanted to think about that idea anymore. At least, not right now while he had- what did Katara call it?- wedding day jitters. He changed the subject and asked her curiously, "Are you bringing a date to the wedding?"

Toph shrugged. "Nah, I'm better off not having a date to these sorts of things."

"Why's that?"

She scoffed like it was something so obvious. "Because if I'm not letting them get into my pants by the end of the night, they'll be trying to get into someone else's. And with me, they're always trying to get into someone else's." That idea made Aang sad. He knew Toph deserved more than whatever scumbag was like that. She didn't seem all too bothered by it though. "Besides, I'm too busy to date right now, what with having to direct and organize a new police force with limited knowledge. I've given myself this week off for the wedding and then I'm back to business. I have all my life to find a partner, you know? I don't know why you both are settling down so early."

"I feel like nine years of dating is plenty to justify settling down."

Toph waved his comment off. "I meant early in your life. I can't imagine being stuck with anyone for the next fifty years at this point in my life." Her eyes widened suddenly as she realized something. "Oh! Shoot, what time is it?"

Aang glanced out at the window. "Probably an hour until sunset, why?"

Toph grabbed the dress off the couch and scurried over to her bedroom (Aang was right; it was a one-bedroom apartment). "I have friends coming over for a drink later and I have to hide this before they get here."

Aang followed her over to her bedroom and watched as she banged against the wall, a part of it then popped open, revealing several bottles of fire whiskey. "They're not technically legal here yet," she explained as she bent over to throw the dress inside. Aang would have found it amusing that the Chief of the Police force was harboring illegal items in her wall, if it wasn't that he was busy focusing on something else.

Aang felt his face turn crimson when he realized that he was, in fact, focusing his attention to her bottom as she attempted to stuff the dress inside the secret compartment. Another nice-looking, ample part of her body was revealed to him as it wiggled around. He couldn't find the willpower to look away from until she stood back and shut the door.

Toph straightened and stared right at him, a small smirk on her face. Truthfully, Toph was use to stares at her body by now. At first, she didn't really understand what men (and some women) were getting distracted by until Suki had blurted it out one drunken night. Sometimes it would become irritable when the policemen in her force made crude remarks when they thought she couldn't hear them, but a part of Toph was flattered that it would be so apparent to a blind girl when people thought she was attractive.

"Twinkletoes, were you staring?" She said in a low, angry tone. Toph tried her best to hide the humor in her voice.

Aang gaped as he stuttered, "N-no! Toph, you're my sifu! That'd be inappropriate-"

"Oh chill out, Twinkles," she giggled (he was pleased it was the same noise as when he first saw her in the swamp). "I can tell. What else is going to make your heart beat like it did when you first got here?"

The tips of his ears turned pink as Toph exposed him.

"You can take a look whenever you want," she winked at him, causing him to be taken aback.

"W-wait… why would you let me? Isn't that sort of perverted?" He asked cautiously. Within the air nomad society, 12-year-olds weren't exactly taught much sex education. The most he knew were from the scolds Katara (and occasionally Suki) targeted to Sokka.

Toph rolled her eyes. "You're one of the guys of the gang. I know you guys are only going to think the most vanilla thoughts when it has to do with me." She cracked up as though the idea of her doing anything vanilla when it came to sex was ridiculous. "Plus, it's not like you don't already stare at your wife, Katara." Aang impatiently corrected her in his head that Katara was his fiancée, not his wife… yet. Of course, Toph couldn't hear his thoughts, so she continued, "That girl's got some sweet legs and a nice booty too. It's a shame her chest never reached its full potential."

"How can you tell?" Aang was legitimately curious. His knowledge on Toph's 'sight' was fairly limited.

"I can't see facial expressions, so I spend a lot of time paying attention to people body language. I find a few moments to admire too." She smirked again. "It's only fair I tell you, you can check me out if I'm constantly checking you out." Toph pushed past him to strut over her to kitchen.

'Would you say that to Zuko and Sokka? 'Aang wanted to ask her, but the risk of however she would respond to that made him rethink it. Instead, he said, "Well, thanks for not thinking I'm not a pervert," as he ambled to the doorway of the kitchen.

"Well, considering you're staring at more girls than just Katara, you are a pervert, Twinkletoes." Toph grabbed a couple of bottles of rum from her cabinet and set them down on her counter in preparation for her friend's visit.

Aang sighed. He wasn't going to attempt to win an argument with as stubborn of a person like Toph if he couldn't win an argument with Katara.

"My work friends are going to be here any minute now, so I'm sorry to say I have to cut our meeting short," Toph said, looking genuinely apologetic. She walked him towards the door. "But I'm sure we'll get to hang out sometime this week since I have it off."

"Yeah! Definitely." Aang smiled, opening his arms to hopefully receive a hug from his friend. Toph gladly accepted the invitation and wrapped her arms around him.

"Take care, Twinkletoes," she whispered in his ear as her hand reached down to pat his butt. Aang, unfamiliar to an action like this, pulled away, but Toph was able to actually grope his rump before he completely cut her off.

Aang was sure his face had been blushing almost the entire visit with Toph.

Before he could say anything, Toph rolled her eyes as she told him, "Oh, just suck it up, you pansy. I wanted to get a better look… You've got a pretty nice tush, ya know. Me, you, and Katara could make up a nice-butt club."

Then, the avatar was outside of her apartment without even realizing she had pushed him out. He was too distracted by the bold move his friend had made. Was it truly just 'a look' like he had committed earlier? Or did she possibly use her blindness as an excuse to feel him up?

Aang had agreed to drop off the dress for Toph in hopes that the visit would help cool him down. Instead, the avatar seemed to be experiencing entirely new feelings that did not help the mess his head and heart were already in…

All in all, one thought was in his head:

What the heck just happened?

Haha! A new story! I shall hopefully be trying to update this one regularly. Many thanks to The Samurai Prince for not only requesting this, but also beta'ing it and offering me great advice while I was writing it! I hope everyone else enjoys it as much as I did writing it. Feel free to review and let me know what you think about it!