This goes out to Melis and to the Kataangers at Distant Horizons, who have accused me of writing a little too much angst and would like some quality fluff from yours truly. :) So this a quickie put together as a small follow up to "The Headband", which was great and reminded you of Season One a little.

This fanfic is also new territory for me: the daunting first person. It's one thing to write from the outside looking in, but when you're writing from the inside keeping it inside, well… it's nothing to be taken lightly! But still, I'm up for the challenge.

I don't own Avatar: the Last Airbender.

"Oh goodness, I believe I just had a very good dream about the guy."

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Kiss him.

Our faces drew together, stopping abruptly before coming together. I believe I blushed at that moment, and unfortunately there was no way to hide it if I was right. Still, being there, dancing with him… it didn't matter if that there were others around us, that my brother was watching, or that I was getting embarrassingly heated from our intimate dance. When he told me, "it's just you and me," it because that way, completely.

Aang had stretched his hand out to me- me, having a hard time admitting to myself that I was fuming inside that he was dancing with another girl- and offered to dance.

Kiss him.

And there it went again, that forceful feeling inside of me to just grab him and press my lips to his. No, no… instead I just sat there, trying to get myself together. At the time, I didn't know how much control I could possibly have over myself. It would have created a humiliating situation, for sure.

I took his hand anyway, though, and allowed him to lead me through motions that stopped the room and made them pay attention, quite literally. By then the edges were starting to fade away, and not to sound cliché, but it seemed like there was only the two of us in that lighted cave. The way he looked at me with those gray eyes, how his hands felt in my sweaty ones, how he (oh Spirits) touched me just so.

I was going crazy, no doubt about it.

Kiss him.

He dipped me in one final motion; we were both breathless and more than a little sweaty, but it was worth it. The dance was exhilarating, to say the least. I wanted to be close, how close I was afraid to find out, but I knew that it'd be dangerous.

We had to leave soon after that, but it didn't make me feel any less energized than I was before. The cool air flowing through my hair while on Appa was refreshing, though it hardly did anything to soothe my rapid heart. He was sitting only two feet in front of me, as close to me as he usually is, and for some reason I could hardly keep my eyes on him, I was so fevered. I knew I liked him, but how much and since when? I don't think it matters to me anymore, those questions.

Kiss him.

So I did. I placed a soft kiss on his cheek, and was mad at myself for missing what I was aiming for. He reddened, which made me feel better. Maybe I wasn't the only one feeling this way…?

I sat back and closed my eyes, allowing a smile to spread on my face. I think a laugh escaped, too, though I wouldn't be able to tell you for sure. I felt a familiar body settle next to me, wrapping his arms around me and burying his head in my stomach. I felt myself relax at this embrace, innocent and sensual at the same time. That urge came through me again, for my lips to touch his and to do other things that just thinking about me are causing my breath to speed.

Oh!

He kissed me.

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