A/N: Hello again! Haha, almost done, you guys! This next one is rather... random, I suppose. I wasn't sure what to do with it, so I just... winged it. Hahaha. I think my favorite will be Comatose--if I can get the format for it to load on here correctly! Anyway, I hope you like this one!

Prompt: Mine

Aang was never quite sure how to describe his relationship with Katara. Oftentimes, he found himself returning to the various definitions others had given them. Boyfriend and girlfriend (of course, they were dating, but it felt like so much more); soul mates (closer, he felt, but still not quite right); lovers (he was rather fond of this one, but seeing as they were in love… not making love, he wondered if it really fit).

The young man frowned, brows furrowing as he stepped out into the sunlight. Years later, and he was still baffled.

Not that he wasn't happy. He loved Katara with all his heart; he wanted nothing more than to be with her (such a greedy thought, he noted amusedly) and to see her happy. It was just… the relationship itself was unlike any he'd ever experienced.

A poke to his cheek brought him back to his senses. Katara was glaring up at him. "Didn't you hear me, Aang? I said we need to buy spices--Sokka used them up in his 'experiments.'"

"S-Sorry," he mumbled. Taking her hand, he led them out onto the streets. "Did we need anything else?"

She hummed, shrugging. "Maybe. I kind of want a new dress," she added lightly with a smirk.

"Okay, new dress it is!" The Avatar managed a relaxed laugh. Granted, she was just doing that to make him feel better (somehow she knew just how much he liked browsing for clothes with her), but he still appreciated it.

They weaved through the crowd, ignoring the stares that always seemed to follow ("Oh, is that the Avatar and Lady Katara?"), the silence a comfortable blanket wrapping around them. Aang sighed, rubbing his thumb over her knuckles and memorizing the feel of her skin. They were a couple, and that was enough. Wasn't it? Did he really need some silly word to describe their bond? Wasn't the "I love you"s enough…?

He wanted to think so.

The woman by his side moved ahead, skimming the merchants' stocks for what she needed. Her head tilted to the side in thought--something she did when she was clearly debating--before a grin settled on her lips. Pulling out a few coins, she paid the seller and returned.

"Well, that was easy."

Katara shook her head and winked. "Not yet," she announced, lacing her fingers with his and tugging him down the dirty path.

He faked a whine. "But Kataraaaa!" She rolled her eyes; he wrapped an arm around her waist. "Can't we go shopping later? I'm sure there are other things we could be doing."

"I believe you, my beloved Avatar, agreed to a new dress." Her brown hair swayed in the wind, dancing around them as they walked.

His lips brushed against her neck. "A new dress for the both of us, right?" he asked slyly, taking note of the way her ears reddened and her smile became a little more nervous. Maybe lovers was the best word to use, after all.

"Aang…, tonight--"

"Excuse me?" There was a giggle. "Um, Avatar Aang?"

The couple spun around, shocked, to see two girls peering at them in wide-eyed wonder. One bit her lip before saying a short, "Hi!"

Raising a brow, Aang managed a, "Hello," while his girlfriend glowered at his side.

"We, um, we're just…," the shorter one started.

The older one, at least Aang guessed that she was older, smiled. "We just really wanted to meet you, Avatar Aang. When we heard you were going to be staying in our little village, we could hardly contain ourselves!"

"Oh, yes, that's so nice," Katara spat, shifting her stare to the side. He withheld a laugh, opting for a cough and a nod.

It was the first time they seemed to notice the girl holding his hand. One scoffed. "Excuse me? I just wanted to tell him how wonderful he is!"

The waterbender muttered, "Yes, among other things…," and slid up against his arm.

"And what," the other questioned, "are you to him? His girlfriend?"

Aang frowned, nodded, and prepared to affirm the accusation… but Katara shook her head. Something cold dripped down his back (fear…?).

"It's not exactly like that," she explained. Her fingers reached up, resting on his chest, and she simpered. "I would much rather just call him mine."

The two girls gaped at her wild claim. Aang couldn't help but gawk as well, but for entirely different reasons. He had to hold back the sudden desire to kiss her. Instead, he hugged her closer and rested his chin on her head.

"You know," she added once the two girls had apologized and run off, "I'm yours just as much as you're mine."

"I know."

(And he'd always known.)