Katara snuggled into the warm, firm body behind her, grateful for the warmth. The Western Air Temple got pretty cool at night. Her clothes weren't the warmest, and although she had grown up amidst snow and ice, she had been away for quite a while. They had no blankets or anything to cover them. She just wasn't as used to the cold anymore. Everyone else in the group had a way to keep warm except her.

Aang was a firebender and an earthbender. He could warm himself, and create an earth tent to keep away the cold.

Sokka just buried into Appa's fur, but Katara wasn't interested in waking up smelling like bison.

Toph made herself an earth tent that shielded the wind and cold, but those tents made Katara claustrophobic. It always seemed like they were about to cave in on her.

Iroh and Zuko were both firebenders. They could keep themselves warm.

So that left her being out in the cold. She was jealous of all the others. They were warm!

Zuko had gotten sick of watching Katara shiver during the nights. She would curl up, to try to get warm, but the shivering would continue. It hurt him to see the girl he loved cold. Because if he was there, she should never be cold.

So tonight, when she was shaking like a leaf, he took matters into his own hands. He got up, and gently lifted her body from her sleeping mat. He heard her soft 'omph' of surprise, followed by an 'ahhh' as she relaxed into his warm chest. He laid her down on his sleeping mat, and crawled in next to her. He securely wrapped his arms around her, and for the first time in a while, Katara wasn't shivering anymore. Her breathing was soft and her body warm.

Zuko had never held anyone like this. He liked the feel of her curves on him, the way she snuggled into him like she was in need of his protection. He felt proud when she nuzzled her head into the curve of his neck. He loved it when she woke up and smiled at him, letting him kiss her fully awake.

He liked those soft, peaceful moments when it was just the two of them. When he forgot about the war, his father, his sister. When he forgot that this war could someday take his love away from him. When Katara looked up at him, in her eyes he saw love.

Someone loved him for who he was. Not for his money, or for his status, but for his protection and kindness and care. For his warmth.