Chapter Text
“No.”
“Yes.”
“No.”
“Yes.”
Golden eyes meet milky green.
“No.”
There is a long moment of silence, golden eyes staring unblinkingly into green, before—
“But have you considered—”
The woman with green eyes leans forward, pressing her forehead to the other woman’s.
“Yes?”
Pale hands, with meticulously manicured fingernails painted a deep red, settle on a thick waist.
Deep red lips curl into a smile.
“No.”
There is another long moment of silence as before the green-eyes woman slumps with a deep and piteous moan, burying her face in the neck of her companion.
“You’re the worst,” she complains, lips brushing against the bare skin of her partner’s neck.
“Oh, believe me,” her companion responds, drumming her fingers against her partner’s waist, “I am aware.”
There is a long moment of silence as the green-eyed woman puts progressively more and more of her weight on her companion.
“Is this a thing we’re doing?” her companion asks as she shifts her weight backwards, bending her knees slightly.
“Yes,” the green-eyed woman responds. “Yes, this is definitely a thing that we’re doing.”
There is another long moment of silence before the golden eyed woman’s smile turns into a smirk, and she says—
“Okay.”
With a single motion, she sweeps her partner off of the ground, and into her arms.
“Did you really think I couldn’t carry you?” she asks with a smirk her partner cannot appreciate.
“I’m blind,” the woman cries out in favor of answering, hands accidentally-on-purpose slapping into her partner’s face. “Someone save me.”
The golden-eyed woman twitches as blundering hands bat lightly into her face.
It happens once, twice, three more times, and then—
“Okay, I’m done.”
She lowers her hands, and her partner tumbles to the ground.
The green-eyed woman crashes into the concrete with a muffled “Oof,” followed rapidly by a piteous “Azula.”
“Toph,” comes the completely unsympathetic reply.
“I’m blind.”
“Do you want to know how tempted I am to kick you right now?” Azula asks with a smile, tapping her high heels against the concrete beside where her companion lies, face first.
“You would kick the disabled?”
“I would relish in it.”
There is a moment of not-quite-silence as the eleven thirty classes let out all around them, and the people stopping to stare at them begin to accumulate.
“Eh,” Toph finally says, squirming against the concrete that conforms just a bit-too-much to her form. “I’ll survive.”
Azula leans back and surveys the gathering crowd for a moment before straightening again.
“Why can’t they ever make concrete beds?” Toph grumbles into the sidewalk. “Stupid sighted nonbenders—”
With a smirk, Azula lifts her left foot over Toph’s prone form, and wriggles her foot until her heel hangs from her toes.
“Don’t understand the beauty of—hey!”
Toph is interrupted by a high heel to the ass.
Azula smirks victoriously as Toph jolts up and glares daggers at Azula.
Then Toph smiles, and gropes blindly beside her for the high heel.
“Yeah, I’m not giving this back.”
Azula’s smirk dies a sudden and violent death.
“Yes you are.”
Toph smiles as she rises smoothly to her feet.
“Nope.”
“Yes.”
“Nope.”
Azula narrows her eyes.
“You’re right,” Toph agrees, tossing Azula’s high heel high into the air above her. “This is a fun game.”
“Give me back my high heel.”
“What high heel,” Toph says with a smirk, spreading her hands before her.
Azula pauses, and then looks up with a frown.
It is floating above them, silently spinning on nothing.
“Turns out there’s concrete in your high heel, Azula.”
There’s a moment of silence, before Azula drops her gaze back to Toph.
“Never knew you were so cheap,” she adds with a smirk.
“I’m not cheap,” Azula responds automatically before turning her gaze up to frown at her high heel again.
Then—
“That’s dangerous.”
Toph’s smirk fades.
“Yeah,” she agrees with a sigh, leaning back and catching the high heel as it falls before her.
She holds out to Azula, who takes it from her hand, leans down to slip it back on.
“You’d have to be me to notice, of course.”
“Of course,” Azula agrees with a smirking mutter, straightening once more.
“And I probably couldn’t pull your feet out from under you.”
Azula glances down at her feet with a displeased scowl.
“But I could probably trip you,” Toph ends with a pleased smile.
“Don’t.”
“I think I will.”
“Don’t.”
Toph’s bare toes squirm on the concrete beneath her, and the concrete around her feet ripples.
“Do you know how fireproof people don’t bother making clothing anymore?”
Toph blinks in surprise.
“Are you threatening the blind, Azula?”
“No, that doesn’t sound like me.”
Toph snorts, kicking her toes into the ground, before taking a step forward to rest her hand on Azula’s forearm.
“Nah,” she agrees.
“That doesn’t sound like you at all.”