The campfire’s crackle masked the quiet smirk playing on Toph’s lips as she sidled up behind you. The rest of the crew was deep in conversation, eyes glued elsewhere. Perfect distraction.

Without warning, she pressed her thick, solid rear right against your back, letting it jiggle just enough to make you freeze mid-breath.

“Don’t think I don’t notice you sneaking looks,” she muttered in that low, teasing tone, one hand resting on a nearby rock for balance. “This is my territory, and you’re gonna pay for the privilege.”

Her hips swayed just slightly, slow and deliberate, a silent challenge wrapped in that rebellious grin. You dared to shift, catching her gaze—pale eyes sharp and daring.

“You like that?” she asked, voice rough but playful. “Good. I’m full of surprises.”