Disclaimer: I don't own ATLA or any of the characters and, even if I did, well.. Heuheuheueheu. Based loosely on a song by Nick Jonas with the same name. This one is rated PG, I would say. ( Ratings may rise xx )


One would think that after a few years of being a couple would make the sense of insecurity disappear, but that just was not the case for the young man. Wandering eyes would land upon the slender, well-built body of the bender that was more often than not at his side. What made it worse was that she never seemed to notice the eyes that were practically molesting her, gazing over the curves she chose to show on certain days.

Pale lips would poke out in a frown at the sight and the blatant disrespect that these men were showing his forever girl, wait-Was that a form of disrespect? Or perhaps he was just paranoid and these things weren't even occurring? Because he was the Avatar, the most powerful being in the world, and he was definitely not jealous. Why would he be jealous? What was there to be jealous of?

Another faint squeeze was made upon his hand followed by the soft call of his name, "-Earth to Aang?"

Gray eyes glance down, seeing as he now towered above her, to finally acknowledge her. "Huh? I mean, uh-Yeah, sure."

Her cerulean eyes narrow at him and her lips poke out in the way she does when she's irritated with him, "You weren't even listening, were you?"

"Heh, heh.." An idle, pale hand goes to scratch the back of his head and he offers her a broad, boyish grin. "I was... Distracted by your beauty?"

That was enough to make her face soften slightly as she opts to bump shoulders with him, continuing on with their evening stroll down the crowded street. "That's definitely not what you were thinking about, but I'll take that." Nonetheless she flushes as she averts their gaze to look elsewhere, finding herself connecting gazes with a young water tribe man whose eyes were an icy teal. He offers her a wink and she awkwardly clears her throat, opting this time to just stare at the ground before her.

This, however, did not go unnoticed by the Avatar. Nothing seemed to go unnoticed by him, especially not after a war had sparked upon his disappearance. He had vowed to remain alert at all times and to never let something so horrendous happen again. This seemed like nothing compared to the war he had ended, yet it felt so unbelievably the same. It was different in the way that it was a war in his mind though, a peculiar sensation that he had felt numerous times before.

Jealousy.

Once more he finds himself in a childish fit of agitation as he halts mid-step and grabs Katara, spinning her on her feet, until they are face-to-face. Gray eyes glance over her shoulder at the water tribe man there standing and watching curiously, head canting and all.

A huff spews from his lips, causing the perplexed furrow of her brows to increase. When she opens her mouth to speak, she is almost instantaneously silenced by a pair of warm lips tenderly pressing against her own. A sound of disapproval erupts from within her throat that swiftly changes into a soft sigh as she relaxes into the kiss, leaning up on her toes for better access to the lips eagerly moving against her own.

His hands find their way to her hips, giving them a squeeze, before reluctantly withdrawing from the kiss to stare at her. Eyes flutter shut upon the sight of her reddened cheeks, pressing his forehead against hers for a tranquil moment. "You're mine, Katara."

"I don't belong to anyone, Aang." She murmurs in a rather defensive tone, voice quiet and unsure.

Aang's nostrils flared slightly at the statement she had made and felt another twinge of-of something else enclosing around his heart, a similar feel to thorns clutching at it. "I-I didn't mean it like that, Katara, it's just-Your heart is mine.. Right?" Inhale, exhale, he repeated in his head like a mantra as a moment of silence drifts between them.

One mocha hand finds its way to his smooth cheek, cupping it within her dainty hand. Her thumb brushes along the skin there for a moment, and her head offers a soft nod. "Of course, Aang, why would it not?" Her breath smelled faintly of the Jasmine Tea she had consumed earlier, murmuring on about how delicious it tasted on her pallet. "What's this about?" Comes her inquiry, her eyelashes fluttering against the latter's making him shiver slightly.

Eyes leisurely blink open at the question and he finds himself drowning in the cerulean pools that her eyes provide him, not finding himself minding much at all. With a heaved sigh, he breaks apart from her completely and removes the hand upon his countenance in favor of twining their fingers together. He maintains eye contact with her as he leans down to press a kiss against the skin of her tanned hand, eyeing the flush that paints her beautiful face.

"I just like hearing you say that, that's all."

And with that they continue on with their day as they usually would; though Katara was more than curious and perplexed as ever as she stole glances at the usually cheery man that stood beside her.


I literally just wrote this~ And I decided to make this a series of related, or un-related, one shots.. Ahh, a series. Lol :3 xx Gimme a review or two and tell me what you think about cute, jealous Aang ? ;) xx