A/N: This one came out a little awkwardly, since I'm not so great at fluff, but I was going for a more pensive, reflective mood here. It's really a filler chapter to set up for other stuff. It's also really short, but nonetheless, enjoy!

Katara's fingers weaved with Aang's, her heart lighter than it had been a while. She hadn't felt this good since… since the end of the war.

I'm not that person anymore. I'm not 14; I've grown. Yes. She could acknowledge that she had grown.

The setting sun cast a ethereal glow on the horizon of the half-finished park, long shadows painting the ground with a myriad of patterns. A slight breeze played with her hair loops, tickling her face gently.

"The breeze is so nice," Aang commented, breaking the comfortable silence.

"Yeah. It is."

"It's like the Air Temples in a way. Fantastic views. Wind."

"Could you live here?" she asked him, glancing at him.

His eyes were focused ahead, pensively looking toward the sunset.

"No. Too close to the city. I need a place where I can be close enough to help, but still free. I feel trapped here."

"Trapped?"

"Yeah. I can't spend too much time here, you know? I need to move, be out in the open."

Katara pursed her lips in concentration.

"The island! There was a little wooded island out in the sound when we flew over. You could probably take a break there."

"You think so?"

"You've worked hard, Aang. I think you deserve some time off," Katara replied, smiling kindly.

"I'll tell Zuko!"

"He's leaving soon," Katara warned, "so you might want to catch up with him quickly. How long will you be staying there for?"

"We'll be staying for a week or so. Sound good?"

"'We?'" she queried, cocking her head to the side.

"Of course," Aang smiled, kissing her gently before gliding off.

It was a spectacular sight, she had to admit - Aang flying into the sun, a mere shadow against the sheer dominance of the light.

She pressed a finger to her lips, and smiled.

"Alright," Aang began, tossing his pack on the mossy forest floor. "Hang tight."

She stood off to the side as Aang lunged forward, slamming his foot into the ground. A crude rock house erupted, and with another stomp, a large opening disintegrated in the side, forming a make-shift door.

"There you go. Home sweet home for a week," he said with a grin, admiring his handiwork.

Katara glanced around. An interweaving melody of birdsongs chirped their welcoming - or perhaps their distress at being disturbed. She wasn't sure which. The tall trees around her were rife with colors - reds, greens, oranges, growing atop the rocky cliff faces.

It smelled of forest, a smell that was oddly comforting. It was homey.

It's no wood fire, she thought to herself. There's nothing like a South Water Tribe bonfire.

"It looks great," she absentmindedly responded.

"Really? Thanks!" Aang chirped, entering the one-room hut.

With a flick of his wrist, a large section of the middle of the room lifted up, and another circular movement of his wrist sent their bedrolls undone and perfectly arranged on the platform.

Katara ducked completely into the house, nodding toward the platform.

"One bed?"

"We can trust each other to keep our hands to ourselves," he replied with a knowing rise of his eyebrows.

"Yeah, of course," she responded, swatting her hand as if anything else was a ridiculous notion.

When they settled into their separate bedrolls for the night, though, she couldn't help but to eye his broad shoulders, the way his muscles rippled as he pulled off his shirt and slid between the blankets.

Perhaps the whole 'hands to yourself' thing is more than I bargained for, she thought.

No. That was ridiculous. In her tribe, she was considered an adult woman. She could control herself.

Still.

She turned her back to his still form, cursing him mentally. Of course, he had to go and grow up. Grow into a man. With a sighed "humph," she settled into her blankets with indignation.

It would be a long week.

A/N: I only got two reviews on the last one, so this one's more filler-y.

They are staying for a week on the island, as I wrote, so each of the next seven (maybe less) chapters are going to be a day (or two) on the island. Fluff ensues, and I will try my hardest to make it fluffy-approved.

Also… I WENT BACK AND CHANGED THE AGES. Yes, I wasn't planning on doing this, but it just fits everywhere a lot better. I added two years to everyone. So the ages are Katara, 18. Aang, 16, etc. And our favorite brooding Fire Lord is 20, Sokka is 20 as well. It just fits everything a lot better.

Sorry 'bout that, but there you go! Review for cookies