Disclaimer: If I owned Avatar, I would be one happy fan. Which I still am, but you get the point.
Author's note: Contrary to popular belief, I am not exclusively a Zutara shipper (though it does take up much of my mind). I do support Kataang. Just not in a big makeout fest kind of way. I hope you understand.
And this is exactly 100 words. Officially a drabble. I'll probably add moreone shots to thislater (in the style of RedNovember, in case you're wondering).
Don't Blush
He flushed and looked away, feeling her eyes on his face.
Don't blush...
Why did she make him feel that way? Why was it suddenly so hard to breathe? Why couldn't he think clearly when she was nearby?
The necklace rested elegantly on her collar, summoning the hue of her eyes. Her incredible eyes...
"Is something wrong?" she asked.
"Nothing."
What's wrong with me?
"Are you sure? You look sick..." She laid her hand on his forehead.
Thrills raced across his skin.
"Just...tired," he lied. She offered an understanding nod. Did she understand?
Aang sighed.
I love you, Katara.