Rating: G

Word Count: 793


Aang trudged into the living room, running a hand over his scalp wearily — more of a habit that manifested from the time he had hair than anything else.

Today had been rather … stressful.

The meeting had started off amiably enough — most of the world leaders greeted each other with smiles on their faces, and even those who didn't really smile (looking at you, Zuko) at least treated each other politely and respectfully.

But it had quickly devolved into a shouting, hissing match between representatives and even some of the leaders — and those who were trying to restore order, Aang included, failed utterly.

Left with no choice, Zuko cut the conference short before any violence could occur — thank the Spirits, it would've given Aang a whole other headache — and forced everyone to their designated housing areas. Zuko said that they would continue once everyone had calmed down, although he looked just as enthused as Aang was about reengaging in a potentially hostile situation.

And the truly sad thing is, Aang wasn't even sure why they started fighting.

He breathed in and out, forcing his shoulders to relax. Being freed of his robes, Aang thought he could put the entire mess behind him for the time being … and perhaps have some fun.

And he had a certain person in mind to have fun with.

Aang spotted Katara on the floor, engrossed in a scroll. He smiled amusedly; she didn't seem to notice he was in the room yet. As he watched her lose herself in whatever it was she was reading, his eyes absentmindedly trailed over her bare legs … down to her feet.

A mischievous idea began to form in his head, one that he was sure set a wicked grin on his face. He thought he heard Sokka say something about how Katara's feet were … particularly ticklish.

Oh, this was gonna be fun.

Aang made his way over to Katara, taking care to tread as lightly as possible — not that it mattered, but just in case. He carefully sat down in front of her, watching her closely to see if she would notice he was right in front of her (she didn't). Then, quick as a flash, he seized Katara's foot and, before she could react, pressed his lips against its arch.

Katara shrieked in surprise, arms flailing. Her scroll went flying, and her leg jerked involuntarily; only Aang's airbender reflexes kept him from getting kicked in the face. Still, he couldn't stop himself from laughing uncontrollably at her reaction.

"Aang!" Katara's eyes were wild. Her chest heaved for breath. "What in Agni's name was that?!"

Aang grinned cheekily at her. "You mean you didn't like it?" he said, raising his eyebrows. Then, before Katara could say anything else, he grabbed her foot again and nuzzled his face into it. He could feel some calluses, rough against his skin, but the spots where there weren't any were surprisingly soft.

Katara shrieked again. "Stop!" When Aang peeked at his girlfriend, her face was completely red, and her mouth was twisted oddly, as though she were fighting against a smile or even a laugh, but her eyes were desperate, wild with her plea.

Aang laughed into her foot; Katara squirmed. "But I'm having fun!" he protested playfully.

Katara huffed, the redness in her face beginning to creep to her neck. Her eyes were beginning to take on a dangerous glint. "Why don't you think of some other way to have fun instead of torturing me?" she grumbled.

"Aww, but I don't wanna," he said teasingly. He brushed his lips against her foot again.

Katara's face flared up again, but this time, she looked less frantic and more … well, not exactly angry, but something like that. "I'm warning you, Aang," she said lowly, the dangerous glint in her eyes becoming more prominent.

Normally, Aang was smart. Normally, Aang would cower from Katara and do as she commanded when she used that tone with him. Normally, he had enough self preservation skills to know when to stop pushing.

But this time, for some reason, he was feeling particularly daring. Or maybe particularly stupid. Either works.

"I'd like to see you try and stop me," he challenged. He pressed his face even deeper into her foot, going so far as to peppering it with kisses nonstop.

Katara snapped.

Quick as a flash, she tore her foot out of his grip before materializing right in front of him with a terrifying expression. Before he could so much as blink, her hand gripped his shoulder forcefully and jerked him towards her as her lips slammed into his, locking hotly onto his mouth.

Aang smiled into the kiss.

That was fun.