A/N: Just some fluff I wrote because I finished all my homework early. I hope you all enjoy; I've been short on ideas lately, so expect updates to be few and far between. That is, unles you want to donate a helpful suggestion to the Avatar Foundation. I'll try to make good use of them :) Anyways, REVIEW!


Katara noticed Aang's silence since she went to breakfast that morning. He usually wasn't so gloomy; the summer had turned into a beautiful autumn, and she and Aang were finally together. But being that it had only been 3 months since Aang had defeated the Firelord, he still woke up crying from nightmares.

Katara was almost positive that Aang hadn't had a nightmare last night. She had heard nothing, and if he did have a nightmare, he would always come to her for comfort.

She was irked that she didn't know, and he obviously wasn't going to tell her anytime soon. So when Aang went for a walk after lunch, Katara followed him.

Aang traveled up the small hill outside their current Earth Kingdom home. The day was cool, not too much so, but then again, this little heat was nothing compared to the Fire Nation in summer. Aang seemed oblivious to her, but she knew he knew she was there. It was an Earthbending thing.

He went to sit under a tall oak, positioning himself so that he was in the pose for meditating. He was probably only doing it to make her leave.

Something big must be on his mind, Katara thought.

She sat herself beside him and watched him silently. He didn't acknowledge her.

"Aang," she said gently, but exasperation didn't completely escape her voice. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," was the unemotional reply. He didn't even open his eyes.

"Aang." She said sternly in her, 'I'm not playing games,' tone.

He just sighed and said, "Katara, I don't want to burden you with this."

"Please, Aang." Katara said gently. "Your worries are my worries."

Aang sighed again; a soft sound, like wind blowing through a trees limbs. "It's just that, lately, I've been thinking about the Air Nomads."

"Oh." Was Katara's soft reply.

He continued on, as though he hadn't heard. "And how it is my duty to them to rebuild the race as the last Airbender alive." He blushed and turned his head down.

Katara blushed too at the implications.

"And I know you don't have to accept, but Katara, you're the only girl I'll ever love." He smiled warmly at her.

Katara knew her face must be the perfect mask of shock.

Aang noticed and hurriedly added, "But you don't have to bear my children if you don't want to. I mean, I'll understand. And I don't even know why we're talking about this; I'm not even old enough to marry."

Katara actually laughed at this.

"What?" Aang said worriedly.

"Aang, you said you weren't old enough to marry. If you haven't forgotten, you're roughly 113 years old." Katara said smiling.

"Oh yeah." Aang said. "Sometimes I do forget. You know, being in the body of a 13 year old and all."

They fell into a comfortable silence. It was a while before Katara asked, "So, what now?"

Aang seemed to think for a moment, and then said, "We wait. We obviously can't get married yet, even though I am 113. If you want to marry, of course." Katara had never said that she did.

"Aang, I love you more than anything. Of course I'll marry you, when we're ready." Katara smiled brightly at his pleased smile, and kissed him on the cheek. No matter how many times they had kissed on the lips, he still blushed.

"Thank you, Katara." Aang said, and hugged her close.

"Any time." She whispered.

When they separated, Aang said mischievously, "You know, repopulating the Air Nomads will take a lot of work."

Katara blushed and hit his arm playfully. "Aang, is that what you think about?"

Aang waggled his eyebrows suggestively. "What, I'm a teenage boy. It's all I think about." He went in for a kiss; he usually wasn't so straight forward, but Katara dodged his lips.

"Uh huh, Aang. You have to work for it."

"Ah, come on, Katara." Aang said exasperatedly. When she didn't do anything, Aang decided to take action.

He quickly pushed Katara back until he was over her. "Now you can't go anywhere. Either you kiss me, or I'll stay here. It is quite comfortable."

Her face flushed, but when he went in for a kiss, she didn't fight back. Their lips met in a gently kiss.

"There, isn't that better?" Aang asked when he pulled away.

"Yes, now will you please get off of my? As comfortable as it is to you, it's not very comfortable having a 113 year old on top of me."

Aang just laughed and got off her. "I love you, Katara."

"I love you too, Aang."