A/n: So, Happy Valentine's Day:D I hope that you've enjoyed it even if you don't really celebrate it... I guess...?

For the CAPSLOCKTOKKA LJ page, metro.max demanded that people post something Tokka-related for V-Day, and I was more than happy to comply. No, I did not create Valentine's Day in the Avatar World. That would be... lame. Ehh...

HINT: If you don't like what you're reading, just keep reading. That is all I can say.

Rating: PG -- PG-13, whatever you decide.

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

Happy Reading!


Valentine's Day Love

I did it for the lulz xD

Sokka roughly pushed the front door open with his shoulder and backed into the house, his arms laden with scrolls from work and bags from his pit stop at the grocery store. The day had been… exhausting, to say the least. What with the new peace treaty with the Fire Nation finally sent off to Fire Lord Zuko for ratification, Sokka had been pummeled with messenger hawks all day, each bringing some sort of objection or desired change to the treaty.

No sooner had he managed to wedge the door closed with his foot, however, did an endearing laugh sound behind him. Sokka froze with his arms still full of objects, foot propped up against the door, and let out a slow breath. He knew that laugh, one that meant a multitude of things on a multitude of levels, knew he was in for something. What it was, he could only imagine.

Slowly, he turned without shifting his body position, one eyebrow raised higher than the other in his curiosity. If he had planned on finishing all this work, he probably shouldn't have.

Standing there in the doorway of the kitchen, one hand leaning her against the frame and the other propped delicately on her waist, was Toph. And she was wearing what he might have thought was a rather short dress had he not recognized it as his tunic. Sokka gulped. By the looks of things, she appeared to be wearing only his tunic.

"T-Toph!" he stammered, voice oddly high and eyes wide. He gave an embarrassed cough and tried again, voice deliberately lower, "I mean—Toph, what are you—?"

In half a second, she was right in front of him, yanking his head down parallel to hers by his collar. He felt that odd tingly sensation in the pit of his stomach as he—though he might have appeared slightly cross-eyed doing so, since their faces were so close—stared at his wife, whose hair had been let down from its usual bun and spilled across her shoulders like a wave. It was a strange thing, coming through the door after a day of work and meeting something so wonderfully simple as Toph dressed in nothing more than his too-long tunic. Really, a wonderful thing.

"You know I have a lot of work to do, right?" he murmured into her ear.

Smirking impishly, Toph ran her fingers along the line of his jaw… tracing, giving a low giggle under her breath… until finally she slipped her hand behind his head and pulled his mouth downward onto hers in a rather forceful kiss.

"You bet you do," she breathed, pulling away from him only long enough to say it. Her fingers were already fumbling with the knot on his belt. "Sokka…"

There was a clatter as the scrolls and bags fell from his hands and rolled across the floor, forgotten.

"Sokka…"

Sokka discarded the last scroll in his hand to cradle her neck, pressing his lips against hers, already breathing raggedly—

"Sokka, I said hello! Anybody home in that head of yours?"

"Huh, what?" The warrior snapped out of his daze with a shake of his head and managed to wedge the door shut with his foot—the feat was rather difficult with arms full of bags and scrolls. Behind him, a high-pitched shriek announced the recognition of his voice.

He exhaled a long sigh and turned around without shifting his body position, one eyebrow raised higher than the other. Standing in the doorway to the kitchen was Toph, with one hand pressed against the doorframe as if to keep her from toppling over. Her other arm supported a squirming child, one who continued to shriek happily and pull at her mother's frazzled hair. A faint smell of something burning lingered in the air; in his mind's eye, Sokka couldn't suppress the image of Toph lighting the house on fire. Not exactly a comforting thought, he mused, shifting uncomfortably.

Wincing, he asked, "Did you… cook dinner?"

"How could you tell?"

He shrugged and, dropping his collection of scrolls and bags to the floor, strode towards the doorway. For some reason, he wasn't particularly hungry any more. "Instinct. Here—"

Now Sokka reached out and lifted the blind infant away from her mother. Toph looked slightly overwhelmed, he noticed. Tired. Her free hand, without anywhere else to go, ran along the front of her swollen abdomen as if to make sure that the life within was in better shape than she. Hadn't Katara always told him that Aang would do something special for her during her (one of her multiple) pregnancies, like sing or make a feast or something? Well, Sokka knew that singing would only make her cry, and his cooking wasn't much better. So to compensate, for his heart ached for the both of them and all they had done, he cupped the side of her face in his free hand and leaned in for a brief—but, somehow, still good enough—kiss.

"When was the last time I told you how beautiful you are?" he asked, voice low and a sly grin spreading on his face.

Toph seemed to interpret his words at more than face value. She put one hand on his chest and shoved him playfully away from her. "Yesterday," she replied, "And don't you get any ideas—we have a lot of work to do around here still."

"Hey, did I say that? I never suggested anything!" When she merely began to walk away from him, he tucked Nikka under his arm like an airball—the child gave a high-pitched squeal of delight as her messy cow-pigtails flew about her face—and followed the very pregnant Earthbender towards the kitchen. "Can't a guy show his wife how much he appreciates her… and stuff?"

"You can tell me all you like," Toph intoned with a smile, "But I think I'll need a rain check on the showing part."

"Uhhuh…"

"I'm starving, and in case you couldn't tell—I think you'd have to be really sick in order to not smell it—I'm not the greatest cook." She turned around so that he could see she was still smiling. "Food would be nice, for starters."

Sokka, grinning at his wife and spinning around in a circle with Nikka at the same time, announced, "I can do that!"

"Good. Then, you know." She shrugged over her shoulder and started off again in the opposite direction. "Depending on if Nikka goes right to sleep, I'll see if I can fit you into my busy schedule."

"Your schedule, huh?" He watched Toph's retreating back until she disappeared into the other room. Then, once she was out of his line of sight, he hoisted his daughter up around the underarms until she was at eye-level with him.

"You heard the lady," he said sternly. Nikka merely hiccuped and laughed some more. "You've got to go right to sleep tonight, or else Daddy won't be able to—ouch! Hey!"

Scowling and rubbing his ear where the infant had blindly grabbed it, Sokka started after Toph's wake.

"It's not exactly how I imagined it would be—this whole marriage and parenting thing," said Sokka to his blind daughter as he shifted her into a more comfortable position against his chest. "But really, it's actually sort of nice, isn't it?"

He allowed a moments pause, in which Nikka gurgled happily and Toph called his name from the kitchen, before another thought crossed his mind:

"Hmm, I wonder where Toph put that old tunic…"

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Fin.


A/n: Probably the most suggestive thing I've ever written, even if it was only in poor Sokka's head. BUT, in my defense, Sokka thought it and not me. Actually, if you really want to, you can throw things at me. But either way, I really had fun writing this, and I hope that you sort of liked it, even if you really didn't...? xD I don't know what I'm saying. In other words: Thanks for reading! Crit is not encouraged because this wasn't written in seriousness at all, but by all means, if you want to say something critical then say it nicely.

Again, thanks! Happy V-Day to all!