She was so strong. Physically, he meant. Every bit of her was lined with muscle, thick and solid. She was laying on her back in the sun, enjoying the latest fashion of tight, short sleeves shirts and pants. Normally, he was quite happy that this fashion had taken hold, but now it just seemed torturous. When she pushed herself up to sit, he could see the muscles flex and he can't keep himself from staring. He can't stop thinking of her as Toph the woman, not Toph the Warrior, not Toph the City Builder.
He just kept staring at her, no matter how much he tried not to, and he was hoping beyond all hope that she couldn't feel his eyes on him. That she wouldn't notice his gawking and not know how his body and mind betrayed him at every turn, conjuring up and reacting to images of those tight clothes being stripped away, her body hard and soft at the same time under his hands.
As she propped herself up, her muscles stood out on her arms. "I was thinking about having a baby."
He jumped when she spoke. "What?"
"A baby. I was planning on getting pregnant."
He frowned. "I can't picture you married."
"Of course not." She laughed. "I didn't say married, I said pregnant. I want a baby, not a husband."
"You kind of need one for a baby," he countered.
"No, I just need a man. I think I can get one. Find a strong earthbender, someone charming. I can get pregnant and just not tell him. Not tell the kid either. I can raise a kid on my own."
He frowned and crawled to her. "Do you really think it's that easy?"
"What do you mean?"
He drew a finger slowly down her neck, along her neckline of her shirt. She shivered, and he grinned. "You know you can't just have sex with someone and walk away, don't you? There's usually feelings and stuff involved."
"I know there's feelings," she said, grabbing his hand. "What are you doing?"
"I don't really know." He leaned close and kissed her neck gently. "Starting something I probably shouldn't."
"You've been single too long," she said, but her fingers wove into his tunic. His breath caught in his throat. "I don't want you to be the father. I won' have a waterbender. I want an earthbender. Don't get me pregnant."
"I won't," he said. He kissed her gently, trembling a little. She was a woman. He had known for years that she was a woman, but it felt so much more real now. She was all curved and warmth, firm and soft, and she was pressing against him.
"I want this. I want you." She kissed him, far rougher than he had kissed her. It was all Toph, rough and loving at the same time. "But don't get me pregnant. Don't."
"I won't." He promised again, pushing her to the floor. "I really won't."