Smirk (Follow-up to Sleepy)
"Good morning, buddy!" Sokka boomed and slapped Aang heartily on the shoulder. Aang winced before he could stop himself as the pain from the blow shot down his arm. Aang had been happily and mindlessly eating the oatmeal Katara had made for him. His thoughts were on the spectacular night that he and his fiancé shared last night. Despite having the warrior very nearby, the two had managed to enjoy a passionate, heated night and repeatedly brought each other to such high peaks that it was miraculous either one was able to string together a coherent sentence.
"Something wrong with your shoulder?" Sokka asked as the chair he pulled from the table squeaked across the hardwood floors of their home in Ba Sing Se. Despite rarely spending time in the city, the gaang had been gifted that house permanently and used it whenever in Ba Sing Se. It just so happened that on this morning, Aang, Katara, and Sokka were needed to mediate trading route proposals between Ba Sing Se and the Southern Watertribe.
"No! There's nothing wrong with my shoulder! Why would there be something wrong with my shoulder?!" Aang answered a little too quickly, voice climbing a pitch or two.
"You're acting strange," Sokka leveled him with a stare, "Aang, did you get into another fight with one of your fangirl's boyfriend. For someone who is supposed to maintain balance in the world, you sure do attract a lot of problems. Let me see the damage! It's gotta be good if someone actually managed to land a blow!" He reached across the table to grab at Aang's shoulder wrap when Katara flicked his temple with her right, middle finger.
"Leave him alone, Sokka! You probably just hit him too hard. He didn't get into a fight with anyone and he didn't hurt his shoulder." Katara lightly placed her left hand on the shoulder being discussed and glared at her brother. Unbeknownst to Sokka, dark bruising in the shape of Katara's teeth marred the pale, smooth skin of Aang's shoulder. Discretely, she had summoned a thin skin of water on her palm and was sinking it into the fabric of his wrap and mending the broken blood vessels. She was clever enough to know that Sokka would not drop the subject until his was absolutely proven wrong.
"Sokka. you just startled me, that's all. I didn't get into a fight. I promise you would be the first person I would tell if something happened. "Aang reassured Sokka, having gained some composure by the time Katara intervened. She stepped away from him and shot him a sly smirk over her shoulder as she moved into the kitchen adjoining the dining room.
He pulled his wrap from his shoulder. "See, Sokka? Nothing wrong."
"Oh...well…good to know…I guess."
"Universe proves you wrong again, Sokka." Aang couldn't help but to smirk back at his soon-to-be wife.