Hey there! Y'know, I had a journal full of Kataang oneshots that was just sitting around. I occasionally jot out a story in it, so there are quite a few. I use them to practice writing. But, I figured that I would post them for the fluff ;) Enjoy!

Bitten

He burst through the front door as soon as he heard her surprised cry of pain.

"Katara!" he called, closing the distance between them in less than a second, "what happened?"

The indignant waterbender scowled at him, sucking on her index finger with a childlike expression dominating her facial features. Pointing with her free hand, she wailed, "It bit me!"

Aang blinked several times in surprise. Curious, he followed her finger- and found an adorable little weasel-snake pup glaring at them from the safety of a wildberry bush. Its bristled tail and bared fangs were obvious indicators that it was thouroughly pissed off.

Aang's initial response was to burst out laughing. After all, an 18-year-old waterbending Master sould know better than to approach the notoriously grouchy weasel-snake. However, Katara's adorable expression melted his heart faster than any fire could. Grinning softly, he kneeled at her side.

"Is it bleeding?" he asked softly, carefully pulling her wounded finger from the nursing of her mouth.

Nodding softly, she murmured, "That little devil has some fangs on him."

"You're lucky he wasn't an adult," Aang responded, watching as little beads of blood swelled atop the punctures. "Adults are venomous." Absent mindedly stroking her palm, he drew her hand to his lips, pressing the harmed finger to his mouth.

Katara instantly flushed, heart stuttering as her brain veered from its track. Gaping momentarily, she fought to regain control of her raging hormones as Aang smiled against her fingertips.

"You are simply adorable," he chuckled, tapping her nose affectionately.

"And you have blood on your lips," Katara stated, somewhat winning her control. Grumbling, seh reached for him, palm firm against his cheek as her thumb scrubbed the scarlet dots from his lips.

"Oops," he laughed, eyes scrunched shut in good-natured mirth.

Katara scrutinized his humorous smile, still stroking his bottom lip. Her movements slowly became lethargic, almost groggy.

Quite frankly, she was intrigued, completely consumed by the features of the young man kneeling in front of her.

She pulled the wounded hand from his own, touching his eyelids. "Don't open your eyes," she demanded.

"Sure thing, Sifu," he chuckled, giving her the thumbs up and leaning back on his hands.

She continued her exploration of his face, tracing his jawbone, the lines around his eyes, his ears, and his temples. She outlined his arrow, careful to keep her bleeding finger from making contact with his skin.

"You know," she said matter-of-factly, "you're kind of perfect."

Aang snorted under hands. "I wish." Opening his eyes, he smiled and added, "hey Katara, guess what?"

"What?"

With a devilish grin plastered to his face, Aang grabbed Katara and fell to his back, causing her to land on his chest. He ignored her cry of protest.

"You are the perfect one," he said, gripping her body until she relaxed. Chuckling softly, he pulled her hair away from his face.

"Yeah, right," she mumbled, nestling into his chest. "Who's the one one who was just bitten by a weasel-snake here?"

Aang laughed. Katara felt it resound through his chest.

"You're so cute when you pout," he chuckled, ruffling her hair. In situations like this, Katara always felt like the younger one in the relationship.

"Well, you're always cute," she mumbled.

They lapsed into a comfortable silence. Aang stroked Katara's hair lovingly, humming a song that Iroh often played on his tsungi horn.

To Katara, this was bliss. Here, they could forget about the problems of the world and the blooming Republic City. Here, among the newly-discovered sky bison and flying lemurs, they could relax and enjoy the thrilling life of newly-weds, a prospect that still made Katara's heart skitter.

She touched the pendant resting at the base of his throat, smiling.

Aang, still humming, began to weave flowers native to the Air Temple Islands through her hair.

"Katara," he said, "we may not be perfect, but . . ."

"But . . . ?"

He gave her a short squeeze. "When I am with you, I feel as close to perfect as I could ever get."

Katara blushed, watching as the bead of blood growing on her fingertip fell, landing in the center of the arrow on his hand. Sighing, she said, "Well, would my fantastically perfect husband like to get me a bandage?"

"Anything for my Forever Girl."

There you have it! Sorry for any spelling mistakes :D