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Prompt: Toph comes home bruised after beating up a group of felons and Sokka makes her tell him about how she kicked ass.

There was a pip in her step as she walked into her apartment. Blood was rushing through her veins violently; she could do anything right now, take on anyone. Never mind the cuts on her face and her bruised body; she felt no pain, no blood, and no remorse. Not only had she and her team caught a band of felons today, but she had dueled, something rarely done now that she was the Chief of Police.

"Toph? You home?" Sokka called from down the hall.

"Sure am, Snoozles," she answered, smirking and ignoring the throb of pain the movement caused her.

"That's great! Guess what I – what happened to your face?" His voice became less and less distant as he walked towards her, his eyebrows knit in concern. "What happened?"

Toph shrugged his concerns away with a wide smirk. "Really, Sokka?" She tsked him playfully. "I'll give you one guess."

Sokka was quiet for a moment, thoughtful. Toph wondered if he was playing dumb to tease her or if he was just truly dumb. "You kicked ass today," he answered firmly, confirming Toph's thoughts that he was, indeed, rather smart. Yep, he was a keeper.

"Damn straight I did."

"Looks like the bad guys got a hold of you too…" Sokka snorted.

Toph scowled and landed a hard blow to his chest, pushing him out of her way as she walked to their room. "Yeah, you should see the other guys."

"Yeah, yeah," Sokka waved her words away nonchalantly, leaning against the door frame and watching as she stripped. There were forming bruises along her ribcage, her arms, and her back he noticed, his teasing attitude turning concerned. Her face was cut up also; none of the cuts were deep, but they were still there, an attest to how badass his girlfriend was and just how dangerous her job was. "Maybe I should get Katara to look at your bruises…" He trailed off, already knowing the answer.

"Pfft. No." Her hands struggled with her breast binding. "Get over here and help me get this off, would ya?"

"No problem, Chief." Sokka strode forward, unwrapping the binding with delicate fingers. It had taken months to perfect his method of unwrapping Toph and the councilman was happy that he could finally do it with earning a punch in the process.

When he was finished and Toph was completely naked, Toph strode into their bathroom, confident and sure of herself. Sokka could do nothing but stare for a moment. She was pale, with old and new bruises coloring her skin. Her thick hair was out of its usual bun, wild and untamed. Sokka figured she was sore from her earlier fight, but her walk showed no sign of it. Toph was something else that was for sure.

Snapping out of his reverie, he followed Toph into the bathroom. She sat in the tub, her head back and eyes closed as the water poured onto her. It was erotic to watch, but Sokka maintained himself; he sat on the floor beside her, resting his head beside hers on the tub. "You're taking Katara's advice," he noted.

"Figured it wouldn't hurt to try it out," Toph dismissed, shrugging. "Water is relaxing, I'll give her that."

Sokka grinned, beginning to play with her hair. "Tell me about work."

"What's there to tell?" Toph sighed.

"What happened today?"

Toph waited a moment before answering. "Remember the gang I was telling you about, the one with all the earthbenders? We finally received information today about their whereabouts." She shifted in the water, making soft splashing noises. "My team and I found them and…they put up one hell of a fight, I'll give them that."

Sokka smirked, his fingers scratching lightly at her scalp, emitting a small sigh from the earthbender. "Not enough of a fight, though, right?"

"Right." Through her lazy smile, Toph smirked. "Some of my men are bruised up, but at least we finally got 'em. It was worth it."

His hands moved from her hair to her cheek. He caressed her cuts gently. "What happened here?"

"Was hit by a few flying pebbles." She shrugged. "No big deal. I got the bastard back."

"What'd you do?"

"I might've broken his arm."

Sokka chuckled, reaching forward to plant a kiss on her cheek, where there was a long scratch. "That's my girl."