Wow, I'm on a roll! And no, I don't own Avatar, thanks for asking.

"Aang…I've always wondered something," Katara said one afternoon.

"What's that?" Aang asked.

They were lazing on the couch in their home, alone, on a cold day. Katara had her head on Aang's shoulder.

"Why do you love me?" she asked innocently. "You're the Avatar…and there are millions of other pretty girls in the city alone. Why…why me?"

Aang faced her and smiled. "That's an easy one. You rescued me…you were the first person I saw after I came out of the iceberg. You're my best friend. You're smart, strong, caring, sweet…and you've always been there through thick and thin for me, even when I couldn't be there for you."

He kissed her cheek. "And it doesn't hurt that you're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen. Those other girls have nothing on you."

She blushed. Even though Aang told her this every day, it still had the same effect on her.

"So…" Aang lingered. "Your turn. Why do you love me? You're technically a princess, after all. There are loads of other guys that would kill for you."

Katara chuckled. "That's exactly why. You're not like any of those jerks who think they can pick up girls like they're trophies. You're much kinder, smarter, funnier, sweeter, more sensitive, and…"

She kissed his nose. "…You're kinda cute, too."

Now it was Aang's turn to blush. He smiled shyly at her and asked, "Do you…do you mean all that?"

"Only if you mean everything you told me," Katara replied, her smile growing.

"Of course," he said quickly. "Every word."

She rewarded him with another kiss, this one on the lips. It wasn't a long, deep kiss or anything (it only lasted four seconds, anyway); it was more of a shy, sweet kiss.

Aang's heart hammered just a little faster. His face looked like that of a salmon, a deep pink blush splashed across it.

Katara giggled. "You really are the most adorable thing," she said, giving him a loving hug.