Rated M for descriptive scenes not suitable for children. May contain lemons

Is more than lemony scented…

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Appa had gone with Sokka to Kiyoshi Island. He was visiting a…friend. Said that Aang could manage if Katara didn't nag too much. Aang had hoped that he was joking. No, not really hoped, more like knew. Katara never nagged him or anything close. She was a sweet, caring person. One of the nicest, kindest, most caring people he had ever met in his entire life. That's why he loved her.

That's correct. He loved her. Loved her with all his might. He loved her so much that he wanted to scream it. Scream that he loved her to the entire world. The entire world, just, not in front of her.

Avatar or not, he got nervous, too, even if he was eighteen years of age or not. Yep, eighteen. Good year, good year…Katara was nineteen at the time, still slightly older than he was but he didn't care. And her brother, Sokka, was now twenty-two, hopefully old enough to be trusted with Appa…

He thought about Katara a lot…she was very beautiful. Clean blue eyes and the most perfect smile is what he loved most about her. He also enjoyed her skin tone and her hair color, which surprised Aang slightly because he could imagine how hard it was to get a tan in such cold conditions that she used to live in. He also liked the way she walked and talked and the way she laughed, but out of all of these, her smile was his favorite. Her smile could light the darkest cave of the ocean of the deepest pit; her smile could make anything seem perfect…even though Aang knew that the world wasn't perfect… Far from it.

When he was young, about one hundred and six years ago, his home, a monastery of air benders, was attacked by the fire nation, fire benders, and every air bender was destroyed…or so the world thought. Aang managed to survive in a sphere of ice for about one hundred years until Katara and Sokka found him. He was twelve at the time, technically one hundred and twelve, but who's really counting?

After getting to know Katara, getting to know everything about her, he couldn't get enough. She was like an addiction, something he couldn't stay away from. She was something he loved. Aang knew just about everything about Katara except her what physical insides were like, or even what the inside of her mouth felt like, but he planned to find out…one day…