A/N- My first true Toph/Aang drabble. Go me.
This isn't what I wanted, Aang thinks, but his body seems to think differently, because his lips are still comfortably resting against Toph's. And even if he could, Toph doesn't seem to want to let go (she is so much stronger than she looks, he is reminded).
He's honestly not quite sure why he's doing this, but no matter how wrong he wants it to be, it feels like he has come home and there is no way he would let that feeling go.
Toph tastes like sun kissed salt.
Aang thinks he might want to try it every day.