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[Avatar] my attitude is tattooed (Aang/Toph)
Title: my attitude is tattooed
Fandom: Avatar
Length: 518 words
Prompt: doomed ship comment ficathon: Avatar: the Last Airbender, Aang/Toph, no one on the corner has swagger like us
Pairing: Aang/Toph established; past Aang/Katara mentioned
Other: Drunkenness, some sexuality. PG.
Excerpt: They're laughing, fumbling, pausing on streetcorners to fondle the folds of each other's clothes, drunk enough to feel the warmth down their ribcages, burning at their fingertips.
They're laughing, fumbling, pausing on streetcorners to fondle the folds of each other's clothes, drunk enough to feel the warmth down their ribcages, burning at their fingertips.
"Toph," Aang says, "Toph, do you remember where I left Appa?"
Toph laughs, doubling over with the effort, trapping Aang's hand on her knee. He jerks closer to her and she breathes in, enjoying the sweat-Appa-sweetbread-familiar smell of him.
"Twinkletoes," she answers, "do you really think I want to go flying? I think I drank my weight in booze. Firelord Sparky had good stuff. Very good stuff." She turns away and spits, and then turns back and wraps her arms around him, resting her thumbs on his hipbones and jerking him close enough for a sloppy kiss.
When he pulls back, he says, "You taste like you drank your weight in booze." His nose wrinkles. Toph laughs again.
"Let's find an inn or something," she says, using her grip on him to turn him around back toward the street. He almost trips but she keeps him upright; drunk or not, Toph is sturdy. The ground never moves against her. (And if she's using it to hold herself up - well, it's not going to tell.)
She can feel people giving them a wide berth and it makes her want to be more obnoxious - there are some things that she's grown out of, but not many, and she still likes to be herself, to be larger than life and to make everyone else just deal. Social norms are for other people. She doesn't need them.
But she vaguely remembers promising Zuko to behave in his city (in exchange for canceling the debt she and Aang had incurred the last time they'd visited, even though she'd explained at the time that it had totally, totally been someone else's fault). And Aang has some sort of reputation to keep, even after the scandal of his breakup with Katara and subsequent hooking-up with the best bender in the world (and why should that even be a surprise? Duh). So she squashes her impulse for mischief and drags him into the shadow of a doorway instead, fisting her hands in his shirt and kissing him again until she can taste what he had for dinner. That's much less scandalous than what she had been planning.
"Inn, right," he says finally, blood racing, and Toph grins. She totally has him trained.
"Let's find one that will be impressed with your arrow," she says as they stagger out onto the street again, the dirt puffing comfortably around her feet.
"Or your gambling skills," Aang says with a snicker, and that's exactly where this story will begin when she next shares it; she can tell. She'll blame Aang for all of it.
"I like the way you think," she answers, nudging him almost gently with her shoulder. There's someone throwing bone dice two blocks to the left, and the night is young.
She takes his hand, he squeezes, and there's a very satisfied swagger to her hips as they head west.
Fandom: Avatar
Length: 518 words
Prompt: doomed ship comment ficathon: Avatar: the Last Airbender, Aang/Toph, no one on the corner has swagger like us
Pairing: Aang/Toph established; past Aang/Katara mentioned
Other: Drunkenness, some sexuality. PG.
Excerpt: They're laughing, fumbling, pausing on streetcorners to fondle the folds of each other's clothes, drunk enough to feel the warmth down their ribcages, burning at their fingertips.
They're laughing, fumbling, pausing on streetcorners to fondle the folds of each other's clothes, drunk enough to feel the warmth down their ribcages, burning at their fingertips.
"Toph," Aang says, "Toph, do you remember where I left Appa?"
Toph laughs, doubling over with the effort, trapping Aang's hand on her knee. He jerks closer to her and she breathes in, enjoying the sweat-Appa-sweetbread-familiar smell of him.
"Twinkletoes," she answers, "do you really think I want to go flying? I think I drank my weight in booze. Firelord Sparky had good stuff. Very good stuff." She turns away and spits, and then turns back and wraps her arms around him, resting her thumbs on his hipbones and jerking him close enough for a sloppy kiss.
When he pulls back, he says, "You taste like you drank your weight in booze." His nose wrinkles. Toph laughs again.
"Let's find an inn or something," she says, using her grip on him to turn him around back toward the street. He almost trips but she keeps him upright; drunk or not, Toph is sturdy. The ground never moves against her. (And if she's using it to hold herself up - well, it's not going to tell.)
She can feel people giving them a wide berth and it makes her want to be more obnoxious - there are some things that she's grown out of, but not many, and she still likes to be herself, to be larger than life and to make everyone else just deal. Social norms are for other people. She doesn't need them.
But she vaguely remembers promising Zuko to behave in his city (in exchange for canceling the debt she and Aang had incurred the last time they'd visited, even though she'd explained at the time that it had totally, totally been someone else's fault). And Aang has some sort of reputation to keep, even after the scandal of his breakup with Katara and subsequent hooking-up with the best bender in the world (and why should that even be a surprise? Duh). So she squashes her impulse for mischief and drags him into the shadow of a doorway instead, fisting her hands in his shirt and kissing him again until she can taste what he had for dinner. That's much less scandalous than what she had been planning.
"Inn, right," he says finally, blood racing, and Toph grins. She totally has him trained.
"Let's find one that will be impressed with your arrow," she says as they stagger out onto the street again, the dirt puffing comfortably around her feet.
"Or your gambling skills," Aang says with a snicker, and that's exactly where this story will begin when she next shares it; she can tell. She'll blame Aang for all of it.
"I like the way you think," she answers, nudging him almost gently with her shoulder. There's someone throwing bone dice two blocks to the left, and the night is young.
She takes his hand, he squeezes, and there's a very satisfied swagger to her hips as they head west.