Okay wait just kidding. This is the shortest one, not that third one. MY BAD. For real though, PUSHING DAISIES is good for your soul. It's making me feel better.
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CHAPTER 4: Butterflies
Katara woke up first a few hours later. She was very comfortable and a little disoriented. When she got her bearings, however, she felt a blush creeping from her ears down to her shoulders.
She and Aang had fallen asleep in the window seat, side by side. Her head was nestled comfortably in the hollow between his shoulder and his jaw. One hand was on his chest, fingers clenched tightly on the fabric of his robes. The other was on his waist. Their legs were tangled between them. It was his hands, however, that were causing her to blush. One arm was wrapped around her, his hand warm and dangerously low on her back. The other, which had been over her heart when they fell asleep, had slid down and somehow found its way into her robes so it rested on the bare skin of her stomach.
Katara sucked in a deep breath, feeling suddenly very shy regardless of Aang still being sound asleep. She closed her eyes and exhaled slowly, butterflies unsettling the inside of her stomach while Aang's hand warmed the outside.
"You were right," she whispered, a little breathless. "Every day with you feels like the first one."
Aang let out a long sigh and shifted slightly, pressing her closer with the hand on her back and tickling her stomach when his other hand moved against her skin. She smiled a little and let out a sigh of her own. The raindrops pattering against the window were only vaguely registered in Katara's mind as she snuggled closer to his neck.
The feeling of butterflies in her stomach and the sound of the rain on the window lulled her back to sleep.