So I've been really wanting to write something for the finale kiss…so here it is finally!

NOTE: From Katara's POV.

The feel was exhilarating. I know we've kissed before but it's never been like this. This was everything we've held in for so long—it was like love relief. I finally pulled away from him in desperate need of some air, though I thought I had just had my fill. Boy was I nowhere near that point. Then I did something very out of the ordinary. I started laughing. Aang just cocked his head and looked at me in confusion.

"Wh-what's so funny?" he asked.

I shook my head a little, my arms still around his neck.

"It's just funny…" I started. I didn't really know why I was laughing so I searched my head quickly for a reasonable explanation. "I don't know. I just find it funny how nothing can be said but we both know what's about to happen."

Aang smirked. "It's called love," he confessed.

And I guess he was right. I did love him, and he obviously loved me. I just couldn't believe it took me this long to realize it.

"So does this mean…does this mean you're not confused anymore?" his voice was hopeful.

"After that how could I be?"

I pulled the boy of my dreams into another tight embrace and I sighed.

"I'm sorry, Aang. For doing that to you. I shouldn't have."

He pulled back and looked into my eyes. I felt like I was being hypnotized.

"Sorry for what?"

"For kissing you back at the Invasion and then turning on you at Ember Island. I shouldn't have done that. If anyone was confused, it should have been you."

This time Aang laughed. "Yeah I was. But I don't mind. Not anymore."

"Thank you," I rushed out. "This may sound stupid but…thanks for being my friend. With all of the things I put you through over the past year…I really don't deserve this…you."

"Oh please. I should be the one thanking you."

Then he leaned in and kissed me again. This one being just as amazing as the last. I couldn't help but pull him closer—if that was at all possible. But it was then everything I had ever done made sense. The kisses on the cheek whenever he amazed me or did something for me. The hugs for comfort—or maybe they 

were hugs just to be close to him. All of the talks, the comforting, the laughs, the smiles. Man I love those smiles. And the glances, the dance, the flirtatious smirks and everything else we ever did to hint a relationship. And to think that it all started with a boy with an odd destiny…

A/N: Yeah not as good as I wanted it to be but hey it's like 10 in the morning. My imagination is still asleep. And it has been for a while. I need a new wake up call…