Dance
Summary: "C'mon Katara. When was the last time we danced?"
Note: This one was shorter. It started at the dialogue, but that was too short for me I guess so I added more. This was almost Kataangst. I wish I worked in Aang saying "Lets show these whippersnappers how to cut a rug." Oh well.
In the forefront of her mind Katara knew this was silly. Imagine, a woman her age dancing in the middle of her daughter's 15th birthday.
Somehow that just made it all the more fun.
Weren't children supposed to be embarrassed of things like this?
"Woo!"
"Go Mom!"
Well, most children, she figured; she'd almost forgotten who their father was.
The father who was cutting quite a rug at the moment.
"Show-off." She whispered as he pulled her back in, tracing the sweat on his haughtily raised brow before he lightly spun her into the air.
He caught her, seductively dipping her as the music stopped. Chest heaved against chest, clapping filled the background, he waited for the glaze to lift from her eyes before gliding them back to their table.
Hearing the next song not a breath later, he bowed and held out his hand when she sat, hoping to cajole her into its slow tune.
She rested her chin on her palm and chuckled, "You are crazy."
"Come on Katara, when was the last time we danced?"
"Yesterday?" Katara smiled, her hand already encompassed by his.
"I meant in public." Aang pouted, whisking her up and toward the floor.
Katara giggled at the flamboyant move before wrapping her arms around his broad shoulders.
"So did I."