Disclaimer: Doy.
Author's Note: There's nothing like writing A:TLA fanfiction in the middle of the night to make you feel like it's truly summer and you're thirteen years old again. (Freakin freak, that was six years ago...) Also, I'm a Zutarian. I'm not sure what this is.
"A few more hours and we'll be in sight of Omashu," Aang chirped. The wind buffeted them on all sides as the sky bison swooped through the clouds.
Katara ran her hand down his jaw, not missing the blush that appeared on his face in response.
"I can't believe how quickly you bounce back," she said, matching his bouncy tone of voice. "It's only been a few days since you took down Ozai."
"Ozai-shmozai," Aang laughed, flipping over onto his back. His wide eyes reflected the growing sunset. He yawned with a luxurious stretch. He looked at her, those big eyes boring into her with a sleepy warmth. "I'm just glad to be with you."
Katara blushed, strangely feeling on her guard all of a sudden. There was a knot of tension in her core.
She leaned over and kissed him on the forehead, a well-practiced gesture. His eyes closed.
Katara eased herself onto her back beside him. They were silent, gazing at the racing yellowy clouds above. Wisps of cloud skimmed their noses. Katara caught some and bent it into a little ball of water, crystal clear and shimmering in her palm.
They played with the air and water in the intimate space between their palms. Katara made him laugh by flicking little droplets of water at his face.
Gently, his hand still lazily bending a tornado against Katara's palm, Aang drifted off to sleep.
Katara let the water evaporate into steam above her. She studied Aang's face briefly, tracing her eyes over the rims of his big brown eyes. Then she turned away, curling onto her side, and succumbed to sleep.
Appa groaned, aware that he was now flying solo, but neither bender woke until the light was gone from the sky.
