Haang Drabble-ish
Harry looked up at the clock. It was twenty past six, his lover should have been home fourty minutes ago. Harry checked his wrist watch for the second time and his heart gave a jolt of worry. It was times like these that he wished he had the Weasley's family clock so he could at least know if Aang was okay. Harry took a deep breath and continued to fold clothes but as he set Aang's robes in the laundry basket it was a reminder of his absence. Just as he was about to look at the ovens clock he heard a bang as the back door swung open. Harry untied his apron, dropped it to the floor and walked quickly towards the back of the small house. "Aang?" he called, "Is that you-" Harry was interrupted as familiar lips pressed hard against his own in the dark hallway. Once they broke apart Harry lightly traced his lover's arrow with tender fingers. Aang reached up and did the same to Harry's scar.
"I love you." They whispered in unison before falling into the bedroom.