Based on omegansamurai's prompt on tumblr, which was to write a Taang first kiss. I'll admit this isn't a pairing I particularly ship, but I hope you enjoy!
Kiss
It's a hot night. The stars are out like pearls scattered in ink and a few crickets are chirping. Aang and Toph sit close on the step in the garden, thighs and arms touching. She's dressed in her sleep robe, which is tied a bit too loose. He wonders if she cares or even knows how much skin she's showing. She's petite even at twenty, but that's still a lot of leg and cleavage. His mouth goes dry. (Just from the heat, of course. He should probably stop staring though.)
"More?" she asks, offering him the bottle of rice wine.
"Better not. I think I've already had too much."
"Weak."
"Hey!"
She laughs and swallows back her own cup of rice wine. A few drops spill and caress her lips and drip down her chin. His finger takes on a mind of its own and scoops up the trail, moving to brush her bottom lip. Her very soft (and now a little wet, thanks to the alcohol) bottom lip. She tenses. He feels the way she stops breathing, at least for a heartbeat.
He should pull his hand away. Like now.
Her head tilts to him and her cheeks look a bit pink. (From the wine?) Then a grin flashes and she takes his finger into her mouth and gives it a lick.
"Ugh, Toph!"
She cackles as he wipes his finger on her sleeve, but this just spurs her to try lick his face instead. Except she's much shorter and they're both a little tipsy, and somehow he ends up on his back with her on his lap.
Thud, thud.
His heart stutters and drums. Their faces are close. Too close. Foreheads bump and the smell of rice wine teases his senses. It's dizzying, exhilarating.
He rises like he's caught on a lure and presses his lips to hers. This kiss is quick and clumsy, but it also feels good (really, really good), so he slants his mouth and tries from a different angle. She's quick to respond. Teasing. Insistent. Her fingers curl into his shoulders and tingles shiver all through him. They kiss and kiss until all he can taste is rice wine. Until his pulse and heart is a throbbing mess, and all he wants is to hold her closer.
Until he's pulling back in wide-eyed shock, because his brain has finally caught up to his body, and holy lychee nuts, he just made out with Toph Beifong. Like really, really made out.
She does that little head tilt thing and licks her lips. "Huh, not bad."
"Um, what?"
"You. You're not a bad kisser."
He blinks. Blinks some more.
She smiles and leans in, lips brushing the shell of his ear. "But that doesn't mean I'm going to sleep with you tonight."
Fire burns his cheeks. "Toph! I never—I didn't even—"
She cackles and climbs off him, hips swaying as she saunters off to her room. Aang swallows as he watches her retreat. Oh, he is so in trouble.