Plot bunny gos demanded yet another sacrifice. ANd well, I had this in my head for a while. And after too much lemon and fluff, I wrote this to calm my ranging hormones. I think.

Oh god, I'm incoherent.

Disclaimer: Nu, I own naught of the Avatar world.

Toph x Sokka

"I'm pregnant." She announced.

"Wait." A pregnant pause. "You're… pregnant?" He said, saying the words hesitantly, as if tasting them.

"With child, expecting, in the family way? Need me to clarify more?" Sarcasm dripping from the words.

"Oh La." A thump. A body on the floor.

"He fainted on me…" She sounded incredulous, her unseeing eyes wide with shock.

Toph Bei Fong was pregnant. And the reason she was pregnant was collapsed in a blue heap at her feet, passed out from shock..

"Hey Toph,"

"What?"

"Let's go to the tavern down the road."

"HELL YEAH. I need a drink."

At the tavern, a bar fight was just beginning as the petite woman and the lanky warrior entered. Slamming her foot down, Toph bent them out of her way as she walked to the bar, ignoring the loud protests and curses that came her way. When two men tried to get at her, she slammed her heel in and they flew up to the rafter and dangled from there, looking helpless and desperately in need to a ladder.

"Give me a Juicy Fire." She requested. The bar man eyed her suspiciously but went to fix her drink. Sokka arrived next to her, gawking at the men hanging above them. As the bar man came with her drink, Sokka placed his order.

"Give me a Bloody Azulon." Raising an eyebrow at the oddly matched pair before him, the bar man made Sokka's drink quickly and brought it to him, sliding it across the counter. Sokka took his drink and Toph's and they both went to a table in the corner. "So, Toph."

"What?"

"Whatcha having?" He asked, downing his own red drink. The taste of raspapple juice and whiskey slid down his throat smoothly.

"Juicy Fire." She replied curtly, taking a swig from her own drink. The orangey yellow liquid glimmered in the dim light of the bar, even as Toph felt the fire in her mouth as the drink made its way down her throat.

"Isn't that the drink made by burning cacti and then draining the juice?"

"Yup."

"It looks disgusting." The viscous liquid clung to the sides of her cup, not that Toph could see it anyways.

"Can't see, don't care." She shot back. "It tastes good and that's all I need to know. What are you having? Another sissy drink like the Manly Muncha?"

"Hey that drink's good!" Sokka tried to defend his choice of drink. "I'm having a Bloody Azulon." He said before Toph could retort.

"Now that's a real drink." Toph nodded approvingly. "Though still very sissy compared to this." She said, gesturing to her cup.

"I'd prefer to stay away from cactus juice." He sniffed, remembering the first and only time he had drunk cactus juice. His head hurt as he remembered the hangover that had followed. Ugh.

"Sissy." Toph said, taking a huge gulp of her drink. She finished it and waved her hand. "Another Juicy Fire over here." She called, her voice clear and ringing despite the riot going on in the tavern. Yet another fight had started again, and Toph was feeling wonderful, having just finished her first drink. The night was just getting started, as far as Toph was concerned.

Sokka watched a wicked grin spread over Toph's face as she drank yet another Juicy Fire. Their table was littered with cups, both his and hers. Though mostly hers.

"Hey, barmaid!" Toph raised her hand again. "Bring one for him too!" She called, her words slurring a little. Sokka cringed. Even half drunk, Toph was formidable.

"Toph, remember what I said about cactus juice?" Sokka asked, his face twitching.

"Oh be a man, you wuss." Toph yawned, stretching her arms a little. Sokka flinched as the barmaid set their drinks down on the table. Toph picker hers up and raised the glass toward Sokka.

"To manly drinks!" She proclaimed. He reluctantly raised his glass and clinked it with hers. Hesitating, he sipped at the slimy liquid as Toph downed her in one gulp. The sweetly bitter taste wasn't too bad, though the burning sensation was a little… hot.. Ah well, I guess this can't hurt me. He down the drink, feeling fire roar through his mouth and throat, searing him from the inside. Then bliss overtook him as the cactus juice began to work its potent magic.

Raising his arm and waving wildly, he called for another Juicy Fire for himself and one for Toph as well.

The tavern was quieter than it had been earlier in the evening. Toph stumbled as she got up, she who was as steady as a rock. Just slightly more steady, Sokka looped his arms around her and supported her as they stumbled out back to their quarters, thankfully just down the road.

"So she danced n' danced as they left the ball…" Top sang drunkenly, hiccupping. Sokka joined her in song, not caring that they were both horribly out of tune. "She said to go away and leave 'er alone but he wouldn't listeeeeeeeennnnnnnnn at aaaaaallllllll..." They sang together, holding on to each other as they somehow managed to get in the front door and collapse on the floor there.

"Y'know what, Toph?" Sokka said as he let out a giggle. "You're really pretty." He laughed. Toph giggled in a very girlish way, very unlike Toph. Except well, she was drunk, so it didn't really count.

Or so they thought as their lips met in a cactus juice sodden kiss. Suddenly, his hand were pulling out the headband that fasten the raven tresses as she buried her hands in this hair as they kissed passionately. Breaking apart, they grinned at each other goofily as they kissed again, a hunger growing within them that demanded to be quenched, that was fueled by every kiss, every touch, every feeling.

They kissed until they were both gasping for air, faces red from the amount of cactus juice ingested and their brains addled to the point they couldn't care what happened anymore. Sliding his hands into her long dark hair, Sokka kissed her again and then began to kiss her neck, his hands sliding from her hair to unbutton her tunic. Toph stood there with a silly smile on her face, letting him before she too began to undo his clothing, her fingers fumbling as she searched for the fastenings. The hunger flared again, more insistent as she felt the tunic come off and she remembered little else that followed.

Sunlight poured in through the windows of the hallway as Toph groaned. Her tongue felt soft and fuzzy in her mouth, and she had the worst hangover she'd had since her first night out at a tavern. A moan beside her alerted her to Sokka's presence and alertness.

What the hell is Sokka doing here? She wondered, disoriented, Then she realized she was lying on the floor. And from the way the light poured in, it was the entrance way. So what the hell was she doing lying in the entrance way, with the worst spirit damned hangover she'd had in ages, with Sokka lying beside her, naked?

"Oh Spirits." She whispered, bolting upright. She winced and slumped as her head throbbed, protesting at the sudden action. Wait. She was naked too? Oh spirits. This was bad. Flashes of the night came through her mind s she recalled them stumbling in, her head spinning. Sokka's words and the passionate kisses that followed. And then feeling his hands all over her as she giggled and let him, kissing him back. And then what had followed. The moans, the pleasure, the release.

"Oh, shit." She couldn't tell where her clothes were, and Sokka was moaning beside her, hung-over and unable to get up. "Shit. Shit. Shit. Fu-" Her last word was interrupted by a particularly loud groan from Sokka.

"Mah head hoorts." He mumbled as he tried to sit up. Then his painfully throbbing brain registered the situation. Toph was next to him, naked. He was naked. They were in the entryway. And they were amazingly hung-over.

"Oh fuck."

Later, after several cups of tea, a cold bath and dressed in clean clothes, Sokka and Toph sat together, drinking from their cups silently. The tension between them was awkward and palpable, but they were both still too hung-over to do much else besides sit there and drink tea.

"I'm never drinking again." Sokka muttered as he blew at the hot tea. Toph didn't say anything, sipping at her tea as the hangover made its presence even more felt by throbbing painfully each time she moved. Her long hair was a mass of tangles around her, but she didn't care. It hurt too much to even think. They'd have to talk later.

And said talk never happened until a few months later, with Toph announcing her pregnancy.

So, plot bunny gods have had their sacrifices, you guys got a third update in the space of two weeks, which rarely happens. So now I demand reviews. Well, politely request them before I breakdown and cry from the lack of reviews and the belief that people hate my stories.

~ewa