Right so I realized Katara/Aang is my favorite pairing yet, I never write it. So I intend to remedy that.
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"Aang," Katara cooed sweetly, sleepily turning toward him in bed, her gentle hands tracing his chest.
"Mmm?" He murmured, turning a smiling face toward her.
"Can you get me a papaya? I'd really, really, like a papaya…"
"Papaya?" He yawned, gazing at her in confusion, "You hate papaya…"
She shook her head cutely, thick, disheveled hair tickling his nose as she snuggled close beside him.
"Okay, if you're su—"
"And some sea prunes…" She interrupted blithely, "I love stewed sea prunes,"
"Well, I," She continued to absently draw circles on his stomach, setting his skin on fire, he struggled to keep talking, "I don't think I could get—I mean it's really late," Her deep blue eyes were begging, intently fixed on his, her cool hands playing on his skin, it was all he could do to focus. "I—I'll get them right now,"
She giggled sleepily, planting a teasing kiss on his lips.
"Hurry back,"
Aang stole a glance at her, tangled beneath the bed sheets, and a love struck grin wound its way on his features. He was out of the room in a flash.
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A disheveled Aang groggily trudged in the room. Clothes stained, bags underneath his eyes as he held a papaya and a cold bowl of sea prunes.
Katara was sleeping soundly, snuggled fondly into his pillow. Aang quickly brushed off his jealously of the pillow and allowed himself a smile as he padded toward her.
He rubbed her arm gently as she blinked awake.
"Hey," he grinned, holding up the items.
"Sea prunes Aang?" Her face was scrunched up in confusion, "It's the middle of the night," Aang's grin slowly began to slip off his face. She yawned and stretched before curling back into a ball, her eyes sinking closed "And you know I hate papaya,"
"But—but—" He began utterly bewildered, holding the food up helplessly, "You said—I just—halfway to the north pole—"
But his wife was already asleep, smiling blissfully, hugging his pillow.
With a feeble sigh he plopped cross-legged on the floor, lip curling as he took a nibble of the sea prunes pulling a disgusted face.
"…I hate sea prunes..."
