A/N: I have two more stories that go with this. They're all oneshots, and don't really have anything in common, but I felt like doing it like this. So tada.

By the way, they're 17 and 19. So no worries about being underage. And this is not a lemon! I would classify it as pre-smut, since it isn't actually in the story, but it's very strongly implied.

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Disclaimer: I do NOT own Avatar: The Last Airbender or any of the characters within it.

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Nightgown

I watched him walk through the door with a tired expression, yet his eyes were alert and joyful. As soon as my brain noted he was back, I rushed to him and threw my arms around his neck. The tired aura in his face disappeared and he kissed me with a passion I could never forget. It was like this every time he'd come back to the room from meetings. Well, as long as I was awake. There was no telling when he would return, so I tried not to keep myself awake too long.

We were staying in the palace of the Fire Nation, but they kept stealing him away from me more and more frequently. Each time he left it was like another goodbye, and it wounded me dearly. Although I knew he wasn't far away, and that I'd see him in the near future, it pained me inside to watch him leave. They always bored him with talk of peace and balance. It'd been more than four years since the battle of Ozai, and world leaders still took my Aang away. My Aang!

He stared at me, his eyes a tint of caramel in the light and I hugged him tight to my body. I could feel his smile as I immediately sunk into him and his hands as they kept me from falling to the ground and bringing him with me. All I needed was to hug him, really. Feeling him hold me and touch me gave me feelings I still didn't understand, even four years into our relationship.

"I'm not really tired, but I'm going to lay down anyway. If you want to talk or something, I'll be in bed." After the vibration of his words subsided, he pulled away and walked through the door to the bedroom, closing it lightly. I wanted him to hold me again, but inhaled slowly, taking in the scent that still hung in the air from his pressence.

He surely had a long day. I could hear it in his voice. I did my best to keep our relationship at a slow and steady pace, mostly for obvious reasons. But he was forced to go to meetings that were irrevelant to him all together, and it was expected of him to put in his ten cents. He deserved some sort of reward.

In the back of my mind, I wanted him to propose on his 16th birthday. He knew the rules, but not even a mention of a proposal came from either of our mouths. Maybe I was taking things too slow. We'd kiss and hold hands and whisper meaningless things into each other's ears, but it didn't seem like enough. Aang, dispite his position as a "monk", wasn't much for holding back. He truly loved me, and I knew this, but something, a tiny voice in the back of my head, told me not to give myself to him completely. Not yet.

But tonight I would. If he wanted it, at least.

I was fairly sure this feeling was mutual, or he wouldn't try to touch me like he did. Although, now that I thought about it, the first time I talked to him, he backed off. I didn't want to hurt his feelings, but that was a little over a year ago and I believe he came to terms with 'I'd give in eventually'. It was true though, and I had.

I wrinkled my brow for a moment, trying to think how I'd go through with it. It took me a second before something similar to a lightbulb took a wack at my brain and it all clicked into place.

On the day of my nineteenth birthday, I recieved a present from Suki. I was terribly confused when she told me to open it in private, and even more bewildered when I saw what it was. Where I was going to wear it was a mystery to me, and I set it aside. I didn't really have many clothes, maybe six or seven outfits, so I brought every item of clothing along with me when I journeyed with Aang.

I shuffled over to my travelling bag and dug through it, finding Suki's gift. It was of a grayish color, cropped short (about halfway up my thighs), with thin spaghetti straps. It was almost thoroughly opaque.

When the reason she gave it to me flooded my mind, I flushed heavily at the thought. Did Suki spend time thinking about me and Aang often? I shuddered. Did she talk to Sokka about it?

I pushed those thoughts from my mind.

If Aang really wanted to 'talk', he had quite the surprise coming.

I shed my clothing, leaving only my black undergarments - a present from Mai - on my body. Another image popped into my head of Mai deciding what to give me for a departure gift. Why was everyone so concerned about my private life? Did everyone figure we'd just start going at it? That Aang would use me as his personal incubator?

I sighed and blushed again, a tad angry at the path my thoughts had taken me. After slipping the satin grey slip over my body, I felt my limbs start to tremble. It was just the slightest of shaking, but it made me realize just how scared I was.

After I calmed myself down a bit, I decided to call the article of clothing a nightgown. That way it wouldn't be so frightening that it wouldn't be on as long as it'd be off.

I inhaled a deep breath and placed my hand on the door to steady myself. I slowly turned the handle and pushed the door open less than an inch. He was staring at me quizzically and I fought the urge to pounce on him by concentrating on his beautiful, swirling eyes.

When the door was wide open, I slung my arm across it's length, holding the top by curling my fingers and resting my head against the wood material.

He sat up on his elbows and looked me up and down before gulping and openly gaping at me. I felt a smirk creep to my lips as I watched him try to keep his heart from exploding out of his chest. I could see the rapid up-down movements of it and knew this would be easy.

There was surely a deep red on my cheeks when he smiled at me, but it was enough to make me sway over to him. I had a strong feeling this night would be as remarkable for me as it would for him, but all I could think about was if it'd lay off some of the stress from his job. I was too much in love to think of anything but him.