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It was something she found was becoming habitual.
A finger trailed along the contours of the face across from hers, making note of every little detail. Her elbow propped her figure upright as she performed her little ritual. From the hairline of his goatee to the creases on his cheeks from age, Toph allowed herself a moment of weakness, and smiled softly. It was a sure way for her to attempts glimpses of him.
In all her years, even with Lin's father, she had never before held the urge to do what she was currently doing. It was easy for Toph and Sokka to find themselves drinking the night away and crash in a random area for the night. After well-played, at least to their drunken minds, tactics, they found themselves in a random patch of grass on the outskirts of Republic City.
Thanks to her seismic senes, she could tell that Sokka was out cold, so she took advantage of the moment.
Her brash behavior was partially a cover she had built up for years, only to have Sokka and the others chip away at it. Sokka's simplistic, goodhearted nature was the main reason he had such an effect. She desired to be close to him, no matter the form it took. She greatfully took the role of best friend and made sure she was there for him whenever she could. Anything from a drink to a prank, even sitting in silence, she was there. When Suki and Sokka's relationship fell apart, Toph was there. In the same regard, Sokka was there for her as well. When Lin's father was out of the picture, he was there for her and Lin.
Toph's finger gently trailed across Sokka's upper lip.
Important words and plans, sarcastic wit, and powerful kisses came to her from this these lips. She wasn't sentimental, in the very least. She had a mean bark to warn those of her nasty bite, but Sokka barked right back. He accepted her particular behaviors with ease, which included a lack of intimacy between them, however she couldn't deny herself this moment of closeness and vulnerability.
Her index finger made its way down through Sokka's slightly ratty goatee. He never left it unkempt, but their shenanigans resulted in a intense bar fight that had them "removed" from the premises.
Once she completed her habitual routine, Toph slid her elbow underneath her torso as she fit her head in the familiar crook of Sokka's neck and closed her eyes. The soft breeze and night sounds lulled her to sleep, leaving the moon and the wind as the only witnesses.