AN: Because Toph would find it quite amusing... ;)

Day 5- Tattoos

"Read the tattoo one again."

The frown on Aang's face deepened and the red coloring his face intensified. "I'd rather not," he replied, clearing his throat and trying to get his escalating heartbeat under control.

"Ah, c'mon, Twinkletoes!" she urged, practically bouncing in place.

Aang hated to deny her anything, but it was just too embarrassing. There was no way he could do it. He'd read each once. That was one more time than he wanted to!

"No. I am not going to read that again, Toph," he stated and his tone brook no argument.

Disbelieving, her face dropped. "Whatever," she muttered, snatching the scroll from his hand. "Snoozles can translate it into that blind language you two were working on and I'll read it myself."

"But... You can't do that! You can't ask Sokka!"

Yup, she had him right where she wanted him.

"I can do whatever I want," she declared, heading for the door.

"But, but...fine," he sighed in defeat and sounding more than a little exasperated. "Why do we have these anyway?" Aang asked, trying to stall for time as he collapsed on the couch.

"I told you," she chuckled at his obvious discomfort and attempts to delay the inevitable. "Iroh found them in his tea shop."

A group of teenagers would meet up at The Jasmine Dragon every Wednesday without fail. The old general assumed they were university students there to drink tea and do homework. One Wednesday a student forgot a satchel full of scrolls. Expecting them to return since they had been loyal customers for quite a while, Iroh placed it in one of the cabinets in the back kitchen. But, none of the students ever came back. Not even after a whole month passed. That was when he decided to look through the satchel hoping to find a name. He found something else entirely.

"Toph, come on," Aang pleaded, cheeks burning, but her smile only grew. "It contains... adult content!" he added in a horrified whisper. "About us!"

"Technically, it's not us us. But yes, it's got 'adult content'," she mocked, laughing freely. "It's fiction that one of your many fans wrote about you. And, me. It's fan-fiction," she grinned. "Now, you gonna read it or not? It's either that or I take it to Sokka."

Sighing, the monk took the scroll from her because he knew she never made an empty threat. He cleared his throat about to begin, but she stopped him with her hand on his arm.

"At least this one's good. I'm not asking you to read the arrow one, am I?" He shuddered at the thought. Why would he ever get an arrow on his... It wasn't worth thinking about. "Or the mud one...?" He actually kind of, maybe liked that one, but he kept that to himself. Toph's big, toothy smile, however, told him there was no need for him to say anything anyway. "You can read the mud one next," she whispered in his ear before flopping back on the couch.

Barely keeping from turning every shade of red imaginable, Aang dissolved into a coughing fit.

"This one isn't that great," he insisted after getting up to have a drink of water. "It's pretty terrible actually."

"Are you kidding? It's awesome! It's so bad, it's good!"

Ignoring her enthusiasm, Aang let out a long-suffering sigh.

"Don't you think it's a little strange that people write, uh, steamy stories about us?"

Toph crossed her arms over her chest and seemed to give his question some serious thought.

"No," she said after a few minutes.

"No?"

"If it makes them happy and they're not hurting anyone, who are we to judge?"

Maybe she had a point. "I suppose you're right..."

"Of course I am! Now, read it," she ordered, tugging on his arm until he was sitting down next to her again. She got comfortable quick, crossing her feet over his lap and tucking her hands behind her head.

"It was a dark and stormy night when they could no longer fight the crushing weight of their attraction. They would have drowned like shipwrecked victims at sea had they not succumbed to the burning passion, humid and hot and thick as it was, nearly choking each with its ferocity." Aang paused. "I don't even know what that means."

"It means we want each other, now keep going!"

"Their love was eternal, like the Avatar cycle itself, their passion intense like the elements they commanded. He was the handsome, all-powerful Avatar Aang and she was the very beautiful and doubly fearsome-"

"I like that, fearsome."

"-Chief of Police, Toph Beifong. Together, they kept Republic City safe from danger."

"We sound like crime-fighters," she snickered.

"You want me to read this or not?"

"Geez, relax, handsome, all-powerful Avatar."

Turning pink, Aang rolled his eyes, but continued with the story.

"It wasn't at all like she expected their first time to be."

"So after saving the city, we just jump into bed?"

"I don't know, I didn't write this!"

Unable to help herself, she laughed at the high pitch sound of his voice. She really did love to make him squirm.

"Okay, go on," she instructed, waving her hand in the air magnanimously.

"Toph was used to leading the way and Aang usually followed like a lost turtleduck- I do not follow you like a lost turtleduck!"

"'Course you don't," she grinned humoring him.

"-but this time, he did not wait. There was a hunger in his actions, a reckless abandon she had never felt before. It didn't frighten her, though perhaps it should have. The way he moved, the things he said, it was nothing like she thought it would be and Toph loved every minute of it." Aang could feel the heat rising from his neck to his ears, but he pressed on. "She wrapped her creamy thighs around his slim waist, her full breasts pressed to his chest, as her mouth found his."

Toph snorted, then cackled. How she could find it all so hilarious when he was mortified, the young monk would never understand.

"His hands traveled along her figure, her skin was as soft and smooth as the finest silk-"

"Pfft, yeah, whatever," she muttered sarcastically. Absently, she ran her fingertips over the tiny crisscrosses along her forearm.

Aang lowered the scroll and turned to her. "You can't even see them," he promised, leaning over to place a few scattered kissed along every small scar he could see. "Besides, they're battle scars. They make you look more fearsome."

His bright smile wasn't completely lost on her, she could hear it in his voice as he tried to reassure her. Toph shook her head at him even as a pale pink stained her cheeks.

"Don't think this means you can stop reading."

Taking her hand in his, Aang pressed his lips to the inside of her palm before returning to the 'Tattoo one', as Toph dubbed it. Grey eyes skimmed the scroll, skipping ahead, forgoing some of the rather, um, explicit parts.

"A different night, after a long day of helping people, catching bad guys, and doing their jobs as Avatar and Chief of Police, Toph wanted to try something new in their already very passionate love-making."

Her laughter filled the room.

He waited a beat before asking, "Should I go on?"

"Yeah," she answered, wiping the tears from her eyes. "Oma, that's good stuff..."

"'Show me your tattoos, my hunky Avatar,' she demanded in a breathy tone and-"

"Just so we're clear, I wouldn't call anyone a hunky anything!" she interjected.

"Not even me," he teased, giving her the the most irresistible puppy dog eyes he could manage. She couldn't see the expression of course and smacked his arm before telling him to continue.

"Okay, where was I...oh yeah. 'Show me your tattoos, my hunky Avatar,' she demanded in a breathy tone and climbed onto his lap. 'But...you can't see my tattoos, Toph,' the Avatar reminded her."

"You'd think if anyone would remember I was blind it'd be me," she muttered, then giggled immediately after.

"'But she didn't care, she loved him far too much. The desire that ran through her when he touched her body was electric. His hands were on her thighs, his mouth along her neck... That's when Toph began to rock her hips over his. Her movements were slow, sensual..." Aang's mouth had gone dry. Letting the scroll roll up on itself, he stood. "Let's stop here for now."

Should she let him off the hook that easy? Nah, what kind of girlfriend would she be then?

"Don't be a spoil sport, Aang."

"Toph, I can't read that anymore," he told her as he walked out of their room, scroll in hand. "I think I need to meditate."

"But we didn't even get to the best part!" she called after him. "Twinkletoes, get back here! Your glistening sword hasn't entered my love cave yet! And I haven't made your tattoos glow!"