Chapter IV: Hair

Katara smiled as she peeked around the door frame into her fifteen year old boyfriend's room. He was still asleep, but that didn't shock her very much. He had been sleeping in much more often recently.

Her grin widened as she kicked off her shoes and crept quietly into the room, and when she was at his bedside, she leaned down and brushed her lips against his.

For several seconds, there was no indication that he felt anything, and then, ever so slowly, he began to respond to her kiss. "Mmm..." He sighed, slowly waking up with his eyes still closed. "I really hope that you are my girlfriend, because if you're not, there's going to be hell to pay."

"Lucky for me, I am your girlfriend." Katara whispered, kissing him some more.

She crawled into the bed next to him, and he turned on his side to face her, wrapping his arm around her waist. She kissed him until she felt light-headed, and pulled away from his lips slightly. "Good morning, love."

"Waking up to you, this is the best morning." Aang responded, pulling her tighter against himself as he kissed her again. "Yeah, I can definitely get used to this."

Katara smiled at him, and leaned closer to him, pulling him into another kiss, pressing herself flush against his body. They shifted their bodies together so that Aang was lying on his back and Katara rested on top of him.

It was very rare for them to kiss like this, but it was exhilarating at the same time. Just the thought that Sokka could catch them at it at any time made it totally worth it.

Katara met his bright silver eyes, and sank into another passionate kiss. Katara sighed happily when his tongue probed her lips, seeking entrance, and she parted her lips, granting it. They shifted their heads to a different angle as the kiss deepened, and their tongues met.

Katara's hand drifted up to his face, caressing his check, and then she froze against him. She pulled away from him, gazing at her boyfriend in shock.

"What?" Aang asked, concerned. "What is it?"

"You need to shave." Katara said, almost as if she couldn't believe the words coming out of her mouth.

Aang stared at her in confusion. He had just shaved his scalp yesterday. There was no way that his hair was growing back that quickly. A moment later he realized that Katara never reminded him to shave his scalp anyway, because she was always hoping that he would let his hair grow in.

He reached up and ran his hand along his scalp, feeling nothing but smooth skin.

"No, Aang... here." Katara took his hand and ran it along his checks. Sure enough, there was some hair growth on his checks. Not a lot, but just enough to be noticeable.

"Whoa." Aang said, now running his hand along his chin where there was some more hair growth. "Um... wow... I didn't expect this."

"I guess I didn't either. But I should have." Katara said. "Sokka started growing facial hair at fifteen as well. I just never really noticed because he kept himself clean-shaven."

"Well... at least I'm already familiar with how to shave." Aang said with a shrug.

"You mean... you're gonna shave it off as well?" Katara asked.

Aang gave her a confused look. "Of course. Well... in the Air Nomad culture, young men were expected to remain clean-shaven throughout their youths. The elders sometimes grew out their facial hair, but not all of them did. Do you really want me to have hair that badly?"

"Well, I've told you before. It is awfully sexy." Katara said.

"I'm sorry, Katara. I know that you really like me with hair, but I only grew my hair out in the Fire Nation because my life depended on it. It's against my culture, and since I'm the Last Airbender, I've got to keep my culture alive somehow."

"I know." Katara said. She ran her hand along his scalp, imagining herself to be running her fingers through his hair. "I still miss it."

"Now, come on, let me get up." Aang said, helping Katara roll off his body, thus allowing him to sit up. "I've got to go take care of this." He gestured to his face.

He stood up and Katara realized that he was wearing his standard sleep-wear, just his pants with no shirt. As he stood up beside the bed and stretched, Katara's eyes drifted down his body appreciatively, when they suddenly locked on the area just below his navel.

A blush crept onto her face with the realization that he didn't shave all the hair off his body.

LES: Every Aang fangirl knows, and I know, that Aang will turn into a sexy piece of meat when he gets older. Only a little bit longer for Katara to 'tap that'. X3