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She woke, curled against his side; his hand tangled in her hair, his lips flush against her temple. Grinning she snuggled closer, stubble scraping her face. Absently she traced the starburst scar on his chest, a vivid reminder of Azula's handiwork, and his sacrifice.
She felt him shift, lean muscles stretching beneath her. "Mmmm, morning love." When he didn't answer she rolled over, lifting her face to his, or where his face should have been.
Katara shot upright, immediately regretting it. The Fire Whiskey had caught up to her. Aang rubbed her back soothingly as she heaved, the nightmare forgotten.
