Their hands were always a big part of their relationship. Whether it was before they'd become a couple or after. Before it'd been simple things like a reassuring hand on the shoulder, comforting each other by taking the other's hands in their own, correcting a waterbending form, the occasional comforting hug, or a healing session. After they started their relationship as a couple, the touches became more intimate, things like frequent hugging, holding hands, affectionately touching each other's faces, rubbing each other's shoulders after a stressful day, or wrapping their arms around each other as they kissed. Some time after they began their relationship as a couple, after a particulary stressful peace meeting, Aang came home tired and knotted. He went straight to his room and plopped down on the bed without even bothering to get into his nightclothes. He lifted his head at the sound of someone knocking on his bedroom door. "Aang," Katara's voice came from outside his room, "Can I come in?" "Sure," Aang called out not wanting to get up. The door creaked open and Katara poked her head in. When she saw her boyfriend laying face first on his bed, she walked over to him. "Aang, are you okay?" she questioned. "Yeah just the meetings and all," he explained, sitting up. Katara laid her hands on his shoulders. "Oh Aang, you're so tense. Don't they realize that you're only thirteen?" Aang shrugged. Katara's hands started to work at the knots in Aang's shoulders causing him to sigh in relief. She smiled. "How about I get rid of that tension for you?" she said. "Uggh," Aang faked a groan, "Not yoga again." Katara smiled again, remembering the time Aang was referring to. That had been before the attempted invasion of the Fire Nation, when Aang started to have horrible nightmares and Katara and the others had tried to help him relax. "No, not yoga," she said, "I was thinking more along the lines of a massage. Here, take off your shirt." Aang pulled off the top part of the airbender robes he was wearing so that he was sitting on the edge of his bed bare chested. Katara sat down behing him and her hands started working. They moved across Aang's tense shoulders, working out the knots as they passed over. They then moved down Aang's spine, gliding gently over the scar Azula had given him that horrible night in Ba Sing Se. Aang sighed as Katara rubbed away that day's anxiety and tension. Yes, there was definitely something magical about those hands.