Authors note: Just a little drabble. Hope you like it.
Aang sat by the side of the river, dangling his legs into the cool water and letting his fingers trail through the current. It was a lovely day, and there was no-one around.
"Aang . . ." The soft voice came from just behind him. He answered without turning around.
"Mmm, Katara?"
"Do you like my new swimsuit?"
Aang turned around to answer, then yelped at the sight of Katara in a pink and white bikini. His arms and legs flailed wildly, and he fell backwards.
Only to open his eyes to the semi-darkness of their tent. He looked across at her, then flushed and deliberately rolled over so his back was to her.
"I have to stop dreaming," he muttered to himself.