A/N: So, I'm not used to writing from a blind POV. I'm a huge fan of visual effects, so it's hard to not write visually, you know? So basically my solution is is that I write it like I normally would, then go back and edit all the "I watched" and the "I saw" and the "he/she/I look" stuff and rewrite so it's coming from a blind perspective. Sometimes I delete things altogether because without a working set of peepers the sentence makes no sense O.o But do understand, sometimes I miss a phrase. So, if that happens, just pretend that she's feeling it or something, and then let me know so I can edit it ^^ Vielen Dank! :]

She wasn't sure what was going to happen now. The letter was sent, the girl was chosen, and she and Aang had just come back after a tedious day of watching her sunbathe. Well, Aang watched her; Toph just sat there, feeling the vibrations (or the lack thereof) of her sunbathing. What a boring day. But it was all over now, and it was dusk. Toph could almost smell the setting sun in the air; somehow, she noticed, the air got sweeter near sunset, coming to a sensual, deep scent after dark. The day was dry and didn't have a particular smell, but the night air was always full of fragrance.

Toph wondered what she looked like in the setting sun. She knew that Aang knew. She knew that Aang was looking at her when he thought she wasn't 'looking'. Silly boy was used to people who could see and couldn't feel. She wondered if she looked 'good'. Katara had told her once that she was pretty. Aang had told her enough times that no face could rival hers. Her husband and the Earth King, even, seemed to deem her beautiful. But, being unable to look for herself, she was unsure. It could just be her ere so charming personality that lured them all in. Ha.

"What do I look like, Aang?" she asked softly, "Be honest"

"You look like...you look like you're worried about something"

Toph fidgeted uncomfortably. Why was he so insightful? Or was the look obvious on her face?

"Kind of"

"Tell me, Toph"

She hesitated. She could tell Aang anything. But this was just...uncomfortable. She didn't want to ask him these questions; they would leave her vulnerable. But she sighed, knowing that she was in it now, and she may as well spill the eggplant-beans because the cat-owl was out of the bag that something was bothering her. And he wouldn't give up until he knew anyway.

"Am I...pretty?"

Aang was silent. She fidgeted with the top-piece of her clothes.

"Toph...how could you ask that? You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. I wouldn't even need eyes to see how wonderfully cute you are. Nobody would"

She smiled a small smile.

"What do you look like?" she asked quietly. She never knew what he looked like. Vibrations only gave away so much detail. She could tell you the exact outline of Aang's build from any position or view, but she had no idea what his face looked like. She'd heard he was devilishly handsome, but this was also coming from the girl who had the hots for Oro. Bleh.

"Uhm, well, I have blue/grey eyes...my hair is black when it grows out...I have a few freckles...I'm sorry, I can't really describe it to you"

"It's okay. It doesn't matter to me what you look like, blindness or no blindness. I just wanted to know"

Toph made her way to the bed and sat down. She sniffed, irritated. She'd never seen her blindness as a weakness before. It had never been an issue. Not being able to see people's faces meant that she didn't have to deal with superficial things; she never had to worry if somebody was 'out of her league', and if she had a pimple, who cared? It didn't really matter to her.

But now...now she was disappointed that she was blind. Blind at the moment, not all together. If she'd never been blind, she'd have never discovered Metal-Bending, and her skills more than likely wouldn't have progressed this far. Her parents would never have sheltered her, and she would have never met Aang...thanks to her blindness she had everything she wanted. But she wanted to badly just to see Aang's face, just once. She wanted, for the first time in years, to see colors and faces and details.

"Toph...what's bothering you?"

"I want to see your face, Aang"

She felt Aang's heart pick up the pace a little.

"But unfortunately, there's no way to do that" Toph sighed.

Aang's heart was definitely beating hard now.

"What's up, Twinkletoes?" she asked.

"There is a way to help you 'see-see', Toph"

"What?"

"The Spirit Oasis water. It brought me back from death, and Katara used it to help Zuko's scar become very faint. I know you never saw it, but it was big. It covered half his face but now it's just along the one side of his cheek. Maybe it can help you see...if you really want to"

Toph was surprised. When it seemed impossible, recovering her fifth sense had seemed like a great idea, but knowing now that it could be entirely possible made her nervous. What if she hated seeing? What if the colors she saw were ugly? What if her bending skills took a dive because she would no longer depend on vibrations?

"It's a big decision, Toph. Make it when you're ready" Aang murmured to her.

She liked that he knew how she felt most of the time. It could have been the look on her face again, but Aang just knew. Next thing she knew, Aang's lips were on hers. If she were to see, she didn't know how much better she would like this situation - their eyes were closed anyway. But she could feel the vibrations of almost everything - the bed made some things harder to see that others. Suddenly they were lying down, and near the head of the bed. Toph didn't know and didn't question how they got there; she didn't much care at this point, she was so drawn in to the moment.

Toph was glad that her garments were simple, because that just made them easier for Aang to take off. His clothes, on the other hand, were a little difficult to maneuver, and needed concentration to remove that she simply didn't have at the moment. Aang pulled away, and when he came back he clothes were on the floor, next to hers. She felt Aang's heart race, not through the floor this time, but through her own body. Surely he could feel hers racing as well. While his lips were very skilled in the arts of kissing, Toph could tell that he'd never done anything before like what they were doing now - not that he wasn't really, really, really, really, really good at it. It warmed her heart that he had saved himself for her, and she wished that she could have done the same.

She'd never been so close with Aang, one with him like this, and she wouldn't have wanted it any other way. Ever. He was a quick learner, as he always had been, picking up on what she liked and what made her bite her lip in ecstasy in no time. She went through the motions, trying to find what he liked. She grinned as she found it - and scratched his back just that much harder.

Aang's lips found hers again, and she locked her arms around his waist and torso, trapping him there. His lips moving in sync with hers, and she sighed happily. Aang grabbed the headboard for leverage, never letting his other one stay on one place for too long, which Toph loved. Her hands were also traveling, but she wasn't really paying attention to her hands. She was too wrapped up in the moment.

Suddenly Toph broke free of Aang's lips, and screamed just once in exhilaration. Aang made a similar noise, not a half-second later. After that, things calmed down a bit. Both of them - still curled up in a naked embrace - were breathing heavily.

"I love you, Toph"

"I love you, too, Aang"

And then all was silent, because nothing more needed to be said.

The next morning, Toph woke up to find that Aang was already awake. He was looking down at her, stroking her hair. They were still naked from their adventures the night before, and Toph was personally in no rush to get dressed again. She wondered for half a second if Aang was into morning-sex. Upon seeing that she was awake, Aang leaned down and brushed his lips against hers. She returned the kiss softly.

"Good morning" she said a bit groggily.

"It's better than good. It's literally the best morning I've ever had" he returned, his hand running from her hair - which had come out of the bun sometime during their consummations - to her bare shoulder, and trailing from her shoulder to her torso to her waist to her hip. She closed her eyes in satisfaction. His fingers left little trails of heat in their wake. He leaned down to kiss her more deeply, but Toph held up her hand.

"Morning breath, Twinkletoes"

He chuckled, and summoned water for his teeth. She got up to go wash hers, but then Aang's arm was around her, locking her in place, his body against hers. He then summoned more water to brush her teeth for her. She'd never had this done before - it felt nice.

"I don't want you any farther away from me than arms' reach" he murmured against her neck. She smiled, because she wanted this, too. Her hands caressed his neck and torso, and in what seemed like no time at all, morning sex was not just a wondering in Toph's head.

Toph buttoned the last button on her tunic, her hair still wet from her bath. The buttons were large, and the slits for them wide, so she had no problem with them. The thing she did have a problem with were the clothes themselves. She didn't want to put them on. She would have been content - no, extremely happy - to stay in bed with Aang all day, teaching him the art of making her scream. Not that he had trouble with that; in fact, he was the most adept lover she'd had to date. And she'd only had Oro, ever, so this didn't surprise her. Even new, Aang was just...yum. She couldn't wait until tonight...or next time they were alone.

Aang had been called to the King's chambers for a meeting involving all the higher-ups. There was a problem with pirates near Chameleon Bay, and so far nothing had been done about it, other than renegade villagers who killed a few who got too close to their land or families. Toph was waiting here for Aang to return. He'd only been gone thirty minutes, and already she was missing him. She wondered how he was feeling right now. Would the King see a difference in him?

She had nothing better to do, so she thought about the Spirit Oasis, and her blindness. There was no guarantee that she would recover, but the Oasis had saved Yue's life, Aang's life, and countless others. It had even healed Zuko's scar. He'd let her feel his face once, and she knew that it wasn't pretty. But would it cure her blindness? She couldn't help but think so. After all, what kind of spring has the ability to bring back the dead but not sight?

But did she want it? Of course. She wanted to see Aang's face more than anything. And she'd tried that 'feeling his face' crap, but that worked out about as well as she and Oro had. She laughed at her own joke. She was going to start using that. But what if she lost her awesome bending skills? She couldn't decide which was more important, knowing what her lover looked like, what her friends looked like, or being able to definitely kick people's asses whenever she felt like it.

On the other hand, though, just because she would be able to see didn't mean that she wouldn't be able to feel vibrations. Aang could, and he could see as well as anybody. But he couldn't sense as well as she could. She had always contributed that to the fact that he didn't need the vibrations as she did, so he never tried as hard, and never got as familiar with them as she was. Maybe blindness wasn't the answer to awesome Earth-Bending. Maybe it was just her.

She sincereely hoped that this was the case, because she needed to see Aang's face. There was no driving force in the world that required her to be able to bend metal and be able to stop about twenty people at once. The Fire Nation was good now. Turns out that most people in the Fire Nation hated the war from the beginning, but if they spoke out, Sozin, Azulon or Ozai would put an end to it. So, there was no need for her to be the best anymore. She was free to see all she wanted. And dammit, after she and Aang finished this mission, they were taking a trip to the North Pole.