This was completely inspired by schellibie (she is schellibie at both Live Journal and deviantART). I call her my nerdtwin, because we are almost unhealthily similar in our interests, fandoms, OTP's, interest in music, love of art, and are both Leo's. Right now it's to the point where it's almost scaring me.
Soon I'll find out she knits, and then I shall closely examine my birth certificate ;P
But anyways, here ya go, schell!
She was doing it again.
Standing really close, with one arm resting on the opposite elbow, the hand closet to him just limp at her side, and her fingers spread just so.
And like always, the hand closest to hers started to itch.
Really itch. An unbearable, tingly, tickling itch that scratching couldn't cure.
Stop it! he willed to his hand.
Then worse, came the twitching. His fingers ignored his brain and stretched of their own accord. He tried to keep his whole arm stiff, but his hand still reached just slightly.
There were two outcomes to this situation. Usually he could overcome the itching and twitching by making a fist and edging away, but sometimes his rebelling hand would win, and his hand would brush hers.
And if that happened, her reaction was always the same; a small glance and a sweet smile.
And the itching would increase tenfold.
As the vicious cycle continued, Aang wondered if she was doing it on purpose. If she knew that standing by him, as close she was, gave him the uncontrollable urge to grab her hand. Sometimes he actually considered doing it, just to see what would happen, but he could never work up the courage to try.
Then one day, a day that his hand won against his brain, when his hand touched hers, Katara suddenly wound her fingers through his.
Looking down, her eyes widened and she blushed like she had done something incredibly and inappropriately bold. Seeming to come to her senses, she started to pull her hand away.
Aang came out of his complete stupor and noticed her reaction. So he tightly wrapped his fingers over hers.
Blushing harder, she returned the gesture. Their fingers stayed intertwined. The itch disappeared.
Holding hands. It felt tingly and ticklish in an entirely good way.
And at least he wasn't the only one with hands that had a mind of their own.