Disclaimer: I do not own Avatar: the Last Airbender, or else it would suck. Not even kidding.

Author's Notes: This is going to be a collection of oneshots that are so short and/or so lacking in substance that I couldn't possibly post them on their own. But together, they create a collection of random Tokka love! Yay Tokka love! I will update when I want to, which will be who-knows-when. I've got several ideas, though, that I really want to write, and some that I'm losing interest in but will write anyway. So expect some updates soon. XD

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Alisa


Just Him and Her

First

When he first asked her ("Toph, would you like to—I mean, do you want to, maybe, sometime… go out? With me?"), she hadn't been sure whether to jump in his arms or throw rocks at him. To compromise, she arched an eyebrow at him and tried to hide the way her cheeks were flaming.

He shifted his feet and if she listened very hard, she could feel the way his heart was beating. Her eyes widened. "You weren't joking." A statement, not a question, and one of shock at that.

He gave a loud, fake laugh. "Ha! Of course I was joking! You should have seen your face!" His heart was going crazy, she noted, never mind that he just insulted her for what seemed like the twelfth time that day.

"No, you weren't," she corrected him. "I can feel your heart beat—you're lying."

"Well, even if I wasn't lying—" He sputtered for a moment before saying, "This was a stupid idea. You don't like me, it doesn't matter. Just… pretend this never happened." First his voice was defensive, then angry and hurt. He was going to try and walk away, she knew it. But she wouldn't let him.

The Earth sunk beneath his feet and in only a moment he was up to his knees in solid rock. He was absolutely stuck, as was her goal.

She marched over to him and poked his chest with a finger, her face in his. "You," she said, and poked his chest again for emphasis, "are not going anywhere."

He was afraid, she could tell, and that made her want to laugh. But instead, she just set her features into a fierce glare and focused her eyes on where she figured his might be.

"I only have one thing to say to you," she growled, her nose nearly touching his and his hot breath on her face. Her voice still low and controlled, she murmured, "When?"

His head pulled away from hers and he said bewilderedly, "What?"

She rolled her blind eyes. "When, Snoozles, when? I don't have all day, you know."

"You're saying… yes?" he asked, still sounding unsure.

She huffed. "What, do you need me to spell it out? If you're really that stupid then maybe I should say no."

He made a sort of odd gulping sound and sputtered, "No! It's too late now, you already said yes!"

She grinned at him for that. "Don't worry, Ponytail, I won't change my mind."

"Good. Oh, and—uh—Toph?" he began, sounding hesitant.

"What is it now? Are you going to ask me to marry you too?"

"No! I was going to ask if you could Earthbend me out of here."

She frowned at him, then looked thoughtful. "I don't think I will," she decided.

"Toph!"

She laughed, then did as he wanted. She even Bended the dirt off of him. After thanking her, he stood awkwardly at her side.

"And—Toph?" he asked. "Could I—well, if I were to, maybe…" He trailed off, muttering indecisively to himself.

She sighed. "Let's speak words, Ponytail. Spit it out!"

That's when he kissed her.

It was a nice kiss, she decided, for her first. Nice and soft and gentle and very Sokka-like, which really didn't make any sense in the first place, but it didn't matter because it was him kissing her and who said kissing had to make sense anyway?

He pulled away hesitantly and she could feel him radiating anxiety. Fighting for control of her body, she gave him a smile, and she could tell he was smiling back, even if she couldn't see it.

Cheeks still pink, she punched his shoulder. "C'mon, Snoozles, let's go."

"Go where?" he asked, falling in step with her. His voice sounded a little higher than normal, she noticed, and couldn't help but want to laugh.

She shrugged, then grinned at him, one of those face-splitting grins that made her cheeks hurt. "I was hoping you would know," she bantered. Maybe it was flirting—she didn't know. What was flirting, really? She didn't think she knew how to flirt, much less with Sokka.

He laughed, and everything seemed to fall in to place. Everything was right, and she couldn't help but hope it would stay that way. Besides, she could get used to his arm around her shoulders like this—he smelled nice.

FIN.