As usual, my thoughts on the set:

We has a few mentions of smut in this ten. Hehehe…

38. Admit it. You love jealous Katara.

39. Two couples in one fic! Bonus!

40. So, so cheesy. But I love it. So, so much :)

031. Something Better

"You shouldn't want me," she said sadly. "There are better, prettier girls, with royal bloodlines and charm and good reputations and a place with society. You shouldn't—"

He sealed his mouth to hers, cutting her words off against the press of his lips.

"No," he said firmly. "There is no one, no one better. I love you." The kisses took away her every doubt.

032. Follow

Aang laughed, watching his children trail after their mother like baby turtleducks in a line.

033. Leader

Katara laughed, watching her children follow suit after their cartwheeling father.

034. Soon

She had very few thoughts in her head right now, besides: Everything's perfect now; everything's beautiful; I love him.

And also a small, devious quirk in the back of her head.

He is a really good kisser. Why didn't I do this sooner?!

Aang's thoughts were similar: Everything's perfect now; she's so beautiful; I love her.

And in the back of his head,

She started it this time. And not a moment too soon.

035. Bed

If her hands were not firmly anchored in the sheets, Katara was sure she would have floated to the ceiling, this felt so…

036. Tomorrow

"Aang?" He sat up, blinking to try and clear the haze from his eyes. Was it morning already? Couldn't be, the sky outside his window was still black.

"Aang?" He turned in the direction of the voice, towards the doorway. Katara was standing there, in her robe. He could make out a worried expression on her face.

"What is it?" he asked with concern.

"We're, um, we're getting married. Tomorrow."

He smiled. He knew that. "I know that." She still wore that expression, though. "What's wrong? Are you nervous?" He didn't want to give voice to the other thought.

"No, no, just…" She gave a sheepish smile and made her way to the bed. "I'm just too excited to sleep."

He smiled in relief and she sat down, leaning on him. He yawned, stretching one arm over her shoulders. "So how can I help you?"

She closed her eyes, snuggling into him. "Just hold me and I'll drift off. That way tomorrow will come faster."

037. Apologize

"I'm sorry, but you really need to stand up for yourself more," she said, idly tracing the tattoos up his arm. "You always admit I'm right even when I'm not. And then I feel good because you apologize first, and we always end up here somehow." She smiled, gesturing to the pillow under her head.

He raised one eyebrow. "So…you're apologizing for accepting my apologies because you always figure out later that you should apologize first and make me feel better so I can apologize later when we end up…here?"

She began kissing along his jaw. "Maybe."

038. Jealousy

After the giggling group of girls had finally brought her past boiling point, Chief Hakoda's daughter marched over to the Avatar and gave them and the entire ballroom a clear sign that he was not single.

039. Crush

"Unbelievable," Zuko said in amazement. Mai followed his line of vision to the dance floor, where among the couples, she picked out Aang and Katara, swaying to the slow rhythm. Katara's head was on his shoulder, looking smitten as Aang laughed at something she said and kissed her on the forehead.

"I mean, the kid not only saved the world and mastered four elements at twelve years old, he got his childhood crush to fall for him. Sokka told me," Zuko turned to Mai, "that when he visited the South Pole three months ago, the first time he'd been able to after being away all year, Katara was completely out of it. He said," Zuko laughed, remembering the conversation, "that as soon as Aang stepped off Appa, she flung her arms around his neck and gave him the most intense kiss Sokka'd ever seen. And for the entire month he was in the South Pole, she was totally ditzy and couldn't focus on anything."

Mai again glanced at the couple and chuckled. "That's not hard to believe. Aang makes every girl from ages eleven to eighteen ditzy around him. And mostly everyone else he meets."

"Still," Zuko protested, "It's nearly impossible to end up with your childhood crush. And Katara's even two years older and seventeen now."

Mai smiled and fingered the small golden hairpiece in her topknot. "Really, Zuko, what does age matter? Snagging your childhood crush isn't that hard."

040. Dirty Dancing

"Y'know, this reminds me of the time we had to hide in the Fire Nation."

The completely random comment drew a perplexed look from Katara. Nothing about where they stood on the side of a small, rain-soaked road in the Earth Kingdom said "Fire Nation memory" to her.

"How?" she asked frankly. Aang smiled and pointed to her dress, and then to himself. They were identically splattered with mud, the result of a speeding cart and Katara tripping over Aang in the rush to get out of the way. Of course, he had tried to catch her, but somehow momentum pulled through and toppled them both into a puddle.

Several puddles.

"Remember? The time you and Toph got into a mud fight when we tried two-way bending practice. And then Sokka bought that messenger hawk…what did he name it?"

Now, she vaguely remembered the mud battle; the phrase "I'll give you a mud pie!" echoing in her head. Katara laughed.

"I forgot about that! And the bird's name was Hawky, wasn't it?"

Now more scenes were working their way through the dregs of her memory: plucking red clothes off a laundry line; Aang with hair and a headband; becoming the Painted Lady; Sokka and his "space sword"; Toph trying to get Aang to let her use acupuncture to cure bad dreams.

She smiled at Aang. "It was kind of fun, the Fire Nation. Remember when you went to school?"

He laughed in turn. "And got kicked out my third day? I remember that," he countered.

It was a game now. "And the secret dance party? I liked the secret dance party." She smiled shyly.

"I liked the secret dance party, too." His hand found its way into hers as they began their way down the road, trying to avoid more mud pits. "You were a good dance partner."

She blushed slightly at this. "I haven't danced in while…"

Surprising her, Aang stopped walking and held out his hand in a familiar gesture, grinning. Katara raised an eyebrow. He wanted to dance, right here? Right now?

In answer to her unspoken question, his grin widened. "You need to practice," he goaded, and she took his hand.

She couldn't help but feel slightly ridiculous. They were waltzing across a dirt road, covered in dirt from the road. But as she tried to fight the blush working its way up her face, another phrase came into mind.

"Don't worry about them. It's just you and me right now."

Completely forgetting her wet shoes and mud-caked hair, Katara laughed as Aang spun her expertly down the lane.