Written for Kataang Week, which is currently being hosted in Tumblr.

Day 01: Admiration (Physical Features, Strengths etc)

Something blue and a Snapdragon in her shoe

"Home sweet home!" Aang loudly exclaimed as he dropped the jute rucksack on the floor before propping the airbending staff carefully against the wall.

"It has been a while…..hasn't it?" Katara said, bending down to unlace her boots.

The couple had just returned from the earth Kingdom where it was reported that certain areas were being terrorized by a band of men who were once a part of Dai-Li and were loyal to late Long Feng. They were planning to overthrow King Kuei and to cleanse the secret police from those who betrayed their leader at the first place.
It was a tedious mission and time-taking, but eventually the avatar and the water bender were successful in defeating the troublemakers.

Because the return journey was long, the couple wasted no time in refreshing themselves by taking a quick bath followed by a hefty meal. It was agreed inwardly that they would unpack later.

Katara and Aang literally raced toward their bed after dinner, just to feel the softness of the mattress.

"Ah…that's the stuff!" Katara groaned once they had laid down, stretching languidly, her back procuring a series of cricking sounds from bunched up muscles.

"I missed you so much!" Aang said to pillow whilst hugging it.

"Remind me to hit Sokka in the morning" Katara tiredly mumbled.
"Sure…..but why?"
"Because if he hadn't borrowed Appa, we would have been home sooner"
"Yeah you are probably right about that"

Despite being sleepy, Katara was able to notice something.

"You didn't shave your hair" Katara commented, caressing her husband's hair gently.
"The blade is in my rucksack….."

Aang dozed off, unable to finish the sentence. It didn't matter anyway, because Katara too was fast asleep.

Aang wasn't able to shave his head the next day. For the blade wasn't in his rucksack.

"I swear I have kept it!" Aang said repeatedly, shaking his bag upside down once more. He sat down and began to rifle through the now scattered items on the wooden floor. He shook his books, dug his hands in the sleeves of his shirts and pockets of trousers, unlatched metal boxes. Nothing.

"Aang I checked in my bag and it's not there" Katara said, coming into the room.

"Huh….."

In a last desperate attempt, the avatar threw his cloak in air, unfolding it with one graceful swish but no sound of a blade clattering on the floor came.

"I guess I will have to buy a new one then" Aang finally said, gathering his cloak to fold it again.

"I can buy it for you" Katara offered, as she kneeled down on the floor to clean up the strewn up mess.

"That won't be necessary. I am going to council anyway so I will buy it on my way back home….but thanks" Aang smiled.

Aang wasn't able to buy the blade on that evening. For it rained unexpectedly and heavily. Not wanting to catch cold and because he was still tired from his hectic journey, Aang hurried home. He would ask his servant, Tak to buy it for him later.

Tak completed his errand but the Avatar never got to use the brand new shiny blade. For he was once again summoned for peacemaking duties in a distant land.

It went on like this for a couple of days; unexpected visits to and fro, endless meetings, reunions with friends, a misfortune brewing up here and there.

By the end of month, Aang had fully grown hair. Its length reaching the nape of his neck, the side fringes resting on his forehead and the strands sticking in every direction.

Despite people complimenting that the new look suited him, Aang abhorred it. For one thing, he had to comb his hair daily and shampoo it within two days. Of course he always had a choice of doing neither of those things, but then he would end up looking like a hobo and that Aang certainly can't afford doing so. Because one he wasn't a hobo; he had a home. And two; it went against his monk teachings. Monks should stay clean at all times; period.

Aang misses the lightness his head was used to, the cool breeze and warm sunlight caressing his scalp. His airbending tattoos which proudly displayed his roots to the world. All of it got obstructed by his mop of thick hair which were always asking for maintenance! Urgh!

'This weekend I am going to shave it…' Aang thought to himself while sitting in the round table of city hall, not really paying attention to the discussion being held.

'And if any meeting comes up, I will excuse myself by saying that Appa is very sick'

'Yeah that ought to do!...that way no one will bother me'

Aang was right because the nation was very well aware that just how much the flying air bison meant to the avatar.

"You have got to be kidding me!" Aang said after going through his drawer and not finding the blade there.

"Is everything alright master?" Tak asked, stepping in the room, the ironed clothes draped on his arm.

"I can't find my blade!"

"But I kept it in your drawer….." Tak said at once.

"I know you did! But for some reason it's not there!"

"How's that possible? It was a whole set"

Indeed how was it possible? The avatar wondered as he searched the dresser again.

This was really getting out of hand now. Aang wasn't the one to lose or throw away his things like that. He wasn't disorganized. Neither was he forgetful that he would misplace his belongings unknowingly.

It was like a demon has haunted his house; whenever it has a slightest inkling that the avatar was going to shave his head, it would hide his blades. That was the only explanation the last airbender was able to come up with.

'I might as well call an exorcist' Aang thought grimly.

"I will check the other rooms" Tak announced after hanging the clothes and putting them away in the wardrobe.

After checking every nook and cranny of their shared bedroom, Aang give up the searching. Guess he will have to pay a visit to the hair barber after all.

The avatar sincerely hoped that the barber's shop wasn't haunted or else he was seriously going to flip.

Aang went to the sitting room to find Katara lounging on the couch, reading a letter. Tak was also there, still looking for the blade by lifting every vase and showpiece from the tall bookcases.

Aang sat down next to his wife, who was still reading the letter.

"Where is the letter from?"
"It's from Grandpa Pakku!" Katara answered excitedly.
"Nice"
"Yeah, he also says hi to you!"
"Oh….Well Hiiiiiiii"

Katara frowned at the tone of Aang's voice. Why he sounded so dull?

She was going to ask him when all of sudden there was a loud rattle. Tak was trying to open the drawer of a wooden console table and wasn't able to.

"What's going on Tak?" Aang asked.
"I am trying to open this drawer master, but it won't open up!" He then added "I think something is struck in it"

Several things happened, all at once; Katara straightened up and cried "No Tak! Not that drawer!" while someone rung the bell. Tak was able to pull out the drawer successfully but it made him lose his balance. He was lying on his back on the carpet, the locker perched perilously on his knees and its contents spilling everywhere, including the blades that went missing.

"Oh look Master! I found your blades!" Tak said but Aang ignored him. He was staring at Katara who had hid her face behind the letter. The letter wasn't able to hide Katara's face fully. Her forehead was still visible, which was steadily becoming red.

"And they are all here! Including your blue one!"

Katara propped up the letter, pretending to read and thinking it was discreet enough. She should have known better. Aang was sitting next to her! Of course he heard her!

Katara could literally make out the click noises of puzzle pieces as Aang put two and two together in his mind.

Before Aang could confront her, their another servant Cal came and informed them someone was at the door to see the avatar.

Taking this as a cue to leave, Katara fled for her room.

Katara was lying on the bed, all curled up whilst hugging the pillow. Hiding the blades wasn't innately a bad thing, but it wasn't a good thing either.

But Katara had her reasons. Aang never let his hair grow. He would shave it as soon the fresh crop of strands would appear on his scalp. But now when he did let it grow, for the first time Katara got to see her husband with fully grown hair.

And boy, did she loved it.

For the record though, Katara adored Aang's shaven head look. She thought it made her husband look incredibly sexy and manly. But now that Aang had a shock of hair, the waterbender couldn't help but think that she had been missing out quite a big deal.

For one thing, she loved running her fingers through it. Aang's hair was soft and silky in texture. It smelled divine too. She slept to the scent of green apples whilst hugging Aang, the aroma relaxing her nerves greatly.

Katara had no opinion on mornings but she started to look forward to it. Because then, she would wake up to see Aang with bed hair. Eyes half closed, Aang would look for his slippers, completely oblivious to his wife's gaze.

Aang with bed hair was adorable. But once he combed it, he was a sight to see. His dark brown hair complimented his skin and eye color greatly, overall making him appear youthful. People would pause whatever they were doing when rather a fine looking gentleman crossed their paths. They would have a double take when they realized it was none other than the Avatar Aang!

After hearing the reasons, one wouldn't think much of it. So what if the waterbender hid the blades? She hid it because she found her husband with full grown hair cute. It's not a big deal. It was rather endearing.

But Katara's mind was far off from thinking that. She was mortified. What was Aang thinking? Would he think that his wife was some kleptomaniac that was fond of stealing blades? Or a creepy connoisseur that was completing her stainless steel collection?

"Should have changed the hiding place while I had the chance…" Katara muttered to herself.

Just then the door opened, the lights from the hallway lantern illuminating the slice of the room.

"Go away" Katara mumbled to the pillow.

The door got shut, once again immersing the room in darkness. Katara grimaced. She turned from her side to glare at ceiling.

"I said go away not float away!" Katara pointed out, clearly annoyed.

Aang was hovering in the air by sitting on a sphere made of air. He shot a guilty smile before landing on the bed.

There was no sound except for the chirping of crickets from outside and an occasional hoot from an owl whose nest was in the backyard tree.
The silence was getting to Katara now. Indignant, she sat up. Aang was sitting across from her, chin resting on his palm which was supported by his knee. The mischievous smile playing on his lips.

"Aren't you going to laugh? Or are you waiting for my permission to do so?" Katara asked dryly.

"What's there to laugh about?" Aang answered back with a question.

"You tell me. You are the one smiling"

"I got nothing, really"

"Got nothing?!" Katara burst out "I have been hiding your blades for a month and you have nothing to say?!"

"Well…..uh"

"Aren't you angry or sad or shocked about what happened this afternoon?!" Katara asked incredulously.

"I guess I was a little curious" Aang said.

"You are unbelievable!"

Katara shifted sideways to get out of the bed until Aang's arms shot forward.

"Let go of me Aang!" Katara protested, though stopped struggling when she found herself sitting on Aang's lap.

"Katara you have nothing to be ashamed of" Aang laughed, wrapping his arms around his wife to hug her from behind.

"But I stressed you deliberately!"

"Yeah you did…but all is forgiven" Aang answered, now kissing his wife's shoulder blade.

"Huh…."

This went rather well. Katara was getting tensed up for nothing. But then, Aang was forgiving, so there's that too.

"Actually I should tell you something…"

Katara waited.

"You hid the blades because you liked my hair right?" Aang asked to which Katara nodded.

"Well…..I kept the hair because"

Aang paused, putting his pair of lips on Katara's ear to whisper ever so softly;

"I like it when you pull on them while we make love"

Silence ensued while this piece of information sank between them.

Katara twisted around the hold to get a better look on Aang's face.

"You like when I pull your hair?" Katara asked slowly.

"Yes" Aang admitted.

"During sex?"

"Yup" Aang answered unabashedly.

Katara didn't know what to do with this info. But it was unknowingly sending jitters to her heart. It suddenly became difficult to breathe.

Meanwhile Aang was watching Katara with amusement. Her reactions were out on open yet she was unaware about it; cheeks flushed, eyes appearing hazy, lips parted. Her mind was probably thinking of possibilities now that she knows her husband is a masochist.

Aang wanted to try out whatever Katara was scheming on. And because of this, he started kissing along the length of his wife shoulder, not stopping till he reached her face.

"Baby?" Aang purred, his tone becoming all husky and low.

Katara froze.

"Yes?"
"Pull my hair?"
"Right now?! but it's almost dinnertime!"

"Please…."
"But...oh alright" Katara moaned, finally succumbing to lust and heat, feeling Aang's hands everywhere.

Begging avatar was really hard to resist; period.

On Monday Morning.

"I never pegged you the trendy type Avatar Aang" One member of council said.

"Yeah….not that I mind, but aren't monks supposed to carry themselves simple?" Another member uttered.

"Well yes, they are supposed to. But a change once in a while doesn't hurt anyone" Aang said "Or does it?" he asked good-naturedly.

"No no absolutely not!" the members chorused back.

"Well one thing is for sure and that is….. Avatar Aang is totally nailing the new look!" the councilwoman stated.

This all the members agreed to. Avatar Aang looked really cool and jagged with the undercut hairstyle.

Aang smiled and thanked everyone for the compliments. He then felt someone glaring holes at his back.

Sure enough, there was Katara standing by the banister of city hall, an impassive expression gracing her face.

Aang then winked at her, which only infuriated Katara more.

The avatar was being a tease. That too, on purpose!

Well It was decided then; the moment they are alone. Katara was going to shag her husband's brains out.

The end.

The ending was kinda lame but I just had to post it. For if I haven't, I would have keep editing until this piece would have never seen the light of day :3

Fun fact about the title of the story; yes it's taken from the traditional wedding rhyme. The last line goes like this 'Something blue and a sixpence in her shoe'. When I was googling for things that symbolizes lies, snapdragon mostly came up. Which is a pity really, because snapdragon is such a pretty flower T_T

Also I imagined Aang's fully grown hair like Jumin from Mystic messenger (./mystic-messenger/images/c/cd/Jumin_ /revision/latest/scale-to-width-down/161?cb=20160920004031).
What a coincidence that both have grey eyes :'D

This was my first time writing Kataang. So please pardon me for the occness of the characters and cheesiness. And for the grammatical mistakes as well.

I had fun writing this one :D. I have another one-shot lined up. Hopefully my lazy ass would be able to complete it on time (spoiler alert: I haven't even started yet).

If this story made you smile, please leave a fav and a review! :D Thank you!

~Noni.