A/N: I felt that I had to do something for Kataang Week, so I decided that its better late than never, right? I just wanted to get one in actually during Kataang Week, and since I've been busy this week, I'm just barely making it. The prompts are mischief, skin, reunited, secrets, passion, spirit, and destiny.
This one is mischief, and this is supposed to be post-war, and Aang is supposed to be around sixteen or seventeen (so Katara would be eighteen or nineteen). And sorry for the shortness.
Mischief-
"What in Agni's name are you doing?" Aang's eyes widened at the familiar voice as he spun around, his heart clenching in fear and his face heating up in embarrassment.
"Z-Zuko," Aang stuttered, "h-hey." The traitor-prince-turned-Fire-Lord raised his eyebrows questioningly, making it clear that he wasn't falling for the innocent look on Aang's face. Zuko crossed his arms but said nothing; he was waiting for an explanation from Aang. Aang laughed nervously as he racked his brain for an excuse that would suffice as to why he was half-naked and not in his bed in the middle of the night.
The silence was laced with tension and questions, something Aang didn't think he could deal with just then. The courage and joy he had previously been full of was taking a nose dive.
"I was…getting…hay for…Appa." Aang said, "Yes, I was getting hay for Appa." He mentally slapped himself. Hay for Appa? He should have thrown in that he was giving Momo a massage! Uh, he thought, I really need to work on making excuses.
"I didn't know Appa had such unusual eating habits," Zuko replied smoothly, his look obviously saying that he didn't believe a word of what Aang said, "But he's your flying bison."
"Yes, well," Aang said, sliding past Zuko and giving him the most innocent smile he could muster, "I better be getting back to sleep, got stuff to do tomorrow, you know, peace treaties to sign, rebellions to stop, meetings to go to…" Aang walked backward down the hall, chuckling nervously.
"Yeah, stuff to do…" Zuko replied, "Oh, and Aang?"
"Yeah?" The Avatar asked, still slowly and silently backing away from Zuko and closer to the guest room he was staying in. Zuko's mouth turned up just a little on the corner so that he was just smiling, and said in his monotone voice,
"Next time you sneak out of Katara's room, you might want to wash the lipstick off your face."
A/N: So that is my first one, so short, I'll have to work on that. So if you are reading this please review. :)