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"Give me that!" Sokka shouted, climbing over the couch. Toph laughed and ran into the living room, the boomerang held high above her head. She hopped a chair and ran into the kitchen giggling loudly.

"You gotta run faster than that, Snoozles!" She climbed over the kitchen counter and back into the living room, Sokka hot on her heels.

"I swear, Toph, if you don't give Boomerang back right now-"

"You'll what?" Toph said mockingly. "Gotta catch me first!" As she spoke, Sokka jumped half the living room in one bound and grabbed Toph by the waist. He picked her up and threw her onto the couch, the girl still giggling loudly.

"I'll do this!" Sokka laughed. He started tickling the earthbender, his fingers dancing across her stomach and neck. Toph screamed and laughed, wrestling with the young warrior before pushing him off her and onto the floor. As he fell, he grabbed the boomerang from her hands before hitting the ground with a yelp.

"Victory!" Sokka shouted, punching the air with his fist. Toph rolled off the couch and on top of her fiancé, still laughing loudly. Sokka put a finger on her lips, shushing her. "You're gonna wake Lin up, Toph."

"Sorry," Toph said, trying to hold back her laughter. Toph rolled off Sokka and lay down on the ground next to him. They lay there in silence, not saying anything for spirits knew how long.

"Sokka, what do you look like?" Toph said suddenly. Sokka looked over at the girl confused.

"I don't-"

"I know you forget I'm blind, doofus." She said. "But as well as I can see the ground I can't see your face. So what do you look like? Your face, I mean. What's it like?" Sokka thought for a second. How does one explain what they look like?

"I don't really know." He said. "I don't really know how to explain it." He put his hand to his face, trying to think. A second later, he snapped his fingers. "I've got it. Come here." He grabbed the girl by the waist and pulled her on top of him.

"Whoa," Toph said, laughing. "Sokka, I'd love to, but that's not the question I'm asking right now."

"Why do you always have to take it to that place?" Sokka said. He grabbed the girl's hands in his. "Do you see where this is going?" Toph looked confused for a while, but eventually she seemed to get the picture.

"Oh, I get it!" She said. She released her hands from Sokka's grip and raised them to his face. And then they were moving, sliding across the creases and the wrinkles, dancing along the lines and the bumps and bruises from late-night sparring practice and the scar on his left temple from the Day of Black Sun. She memorized it all, adding it to the mental map in her head. She never wanted to forget his face; she wanted to keep it in her memory until the day she died. She moved past the hairline, down his forehead.

She traced her fingers across his eyebrows. The tiny wrinkles forming in the corners of his eyes from staring at the ice for too long. The tiny pockmark in his left cheek from knife practice with Mai and his long, strong cheekbones. She followed the cheekbones down to his chin, the dimples in the corner of the smile he wore so often. Her fingers moved slowly up his right cheekbone and then back down, coming to rest on his lips. She leaned forward so she was whispering in his ear.

"I love you, Sokka." Sokka turned to his side and kissed her on the cheek.

"I love you too, Toph." He said. He asked the next question quietly, almost hesitantly. "So what do you think?" Toph giggled and kissed him on the lips, a quick peck that seemed to last forever.

"I think you're the most handsome man I've ever seen." Sokka smiled.

"And you're the most-you really still feel the need to do that?"

"Always, Snoozles."