Katara woke to sunlight streaming onto her pillow. Her eyelids fluttered open and she lay still, blinking while she waited for her eyes to adjust to the sudden brightness. The faint chirping of birds caught her ears, and a cool breeze blew through the open windows to wash over her face. Long pale curtains billowed before them gently, lazily curling in the air like seaweed. It was deliciously warm under the blankets despite the fact that (it had dimly occurred to her as she shifted slightly) she was naked. Katara smiled groggily, rolling over to face the significantly empty space beside her.
She felt a small pang of disappointment. All the same, she tugged a hand from under her pillow and placed in on the vacant sheets. They were still warm. Suddenly, a small noise from the end of the bed caught her attention.
Pulling the blankets about her nude form, Katara wriggled upright, leaning against the headboard. Her still-focusing eyes searched the room, finally falling on a figure who was hopping backwards in a valiant effort to pull on his boots. She giggled, and his startled face snapped up to face hers, just as he slipped on the hem of the carpet and tumbled with a crash onto the floor. Katara crawled to the edge of the bed and curled her fists under her chin, propping herself up by her elbows.
"Good morning," she said cheerily. "I was afraid I'd missed you." A disembodied groan was her answer. "
"I was trying not to wake you," he said weakly. "I'm sorry." Katara arched an eyebrow.
"Wow, you work pretty fast."
"What? No, that's not what I meant!" His head popped into view suddenly, staring at her in alarm. He rested his chin on the mattress. "I hoped I could rustle up some breakfast. It was going to be a surprise, but…"
"But I woke up." He hummed in agreement.
"However, now that you're up this actually solves a problem," he said seriously. "You see, I had something I needed to ask you, and now seems like the perfect opportunity…" Curious, Katara wriggled a little closer.
"Yes?" He eyed her warily.
"Mango," he said darkly. "Or Papaya?" Katara laughed.
"What do you think?" He pondered this.
"Mango?"
"Mango."
"Mango," he said, beaming. He pulled himself upright, planting a soft kiss on her forehead. Katara's eyes slid closed, and she smiled. "Now," He bounced onto his feet, backing away from her without breaking eye contact or the huge grin plastered across his face. "I'll be right back. Don't move, okay?"
"Okay," she chuckled. "Oh, wait! Aang!" The Avatar poked his head about the doorframe.
"Yeah?"
"You're wearing my pants."