A/N- Magandang araw mga mambabasa. Ay sinusubukan ko ang aking makakaya upang makamit sa Kataang linggo. So, narito na ang susunod na isa pagbaril! Yehey! (Translation- Good day readers. I'm trying my best to catch up on Kataang week. So, here's the next one shot! Hooray!) The greeting was Filipino! 8O EL GASP! LOLZ

I'm glad to see the review button got some love yesterday! 8DDDD That went better than expected! XDDD

Hopefully it'll get some love today! They're married in this one. R&R! Happy reading!

Bubbles

"Are you sure it should be bubbling like that?"

"The directions said to let it boil."

"Yes, but shouldn't you turn down the heat after that?"

"Are you criticizing my cooking?"

"No, I'm just asking if it should be bubbling like that."

"The directions said to let it boil. That's what I'm doing."

"Could you at least put a lid on it?"

"It doesn't say to put a lid on it."

"Alright, but if the house blows up…"

"The house will NOT blow up."

At this point, Aang gave up. He'd been arguing long enough about if the soup should be bubbling like it was. In his opinion, it looked a bit hazardous as it boiled violently in the pot. Katara had insisted that it was under control though, and she could cook. He couldn't cook, so who was he to argue with the chef of the house?

"Okay. I believe you. But just so you know, the recipe isn't written in stone, you can tweak it." he notified her.

"I know I can, I just don't want to. We've never had this before and I want to try it before I decide if I want to improve it." she replied, giving it a stir. Aang shrugged, thinking about her answer.

"Good point." he said. Katara grinned at him.

"See? I know what I'm doing." she said, brandishing the spoon at him. He attempted to lick it to taste the soup, but she shielded it with her hand.

"No, no. Not yet." she told him, smirking, obviously enjoying building the suspense.

"Ooooh. Stairway to heaven de-nied." Sokka teased, poking his head in the doorway. Aang shoved his head aside playfully.

"Shut-up." he chuckled. "Don't you have a football game to watch?" Sokka snickered and walked into the kitchen.

"I did, but you two are much more interesting to watch." he replied, trying to sneak a piece of garlic bread but getting his hand slapped away by Katara instead. Aang laughed as Sokka rubbed the redness that was forming on his hand away.

"Stairway to heaven de-nied." he shot, making Sokka scowl at him. Having his own joke used against him wasn't something he enjoyed.

"Humph. I'm going back to the football game. It didn't hit me." he muttered leaving the kitchen to go back to the living room. Aang chuckled as he watched his grumbling friend leave.

"Some things never change, do they?" he mused. Katara laughed and continued to stir the soup.

Aang smiled and walked over to his wife, wrapping his arms around her waist. Katara stopped stirring when she felt his warm arms around her middle and raised an eyebrow at him, smiling a little.

"Aang, I'm cooking." she said. Aang didn't release his grip, instead, he tightened it.

"Don't care." he muttered, burying his face in the crook of her neck. She tensed a little in response.

"Aang, don't do that. It's very distracting." she told him, trying to concentrate, but not having very much success. If she didn't pay attention to the soup, it would bubble over.

"Good." he said. His lips brushed her neck as he said the words making her shiver. She wanted to push him away so she could finish making dinner, but her arms wouldn't move. She tried to say something, but the words died on her lips when she felt him nuzzling the sensitive area behind her ear and she tensed again.

"That is VERY distracting." she managed to say. Aang just chuckled softly from behind her, the vibration tickling her ear.

"Exactly." he responded.

Katara realized she was holding her breath as he continued to entrance her with his touch. He was very tempting and she wasn't sure how much will power she had left against her husband. Aang always had the key to her weakness and used it frequently against her. He sometimes told her she was too uptight and needed to relax. Apparently, seducing her was his way of relaxing her when, in reality, she only became even more tense.

Unable to take it anymore, she twisted in his arms and yanked his head down so his lips crashed into hers. She had to admit that kissing him was really relaxing. It was like they were floating on their own personal cloud. Aang eagerly responded and pulled her closer to him, not even caring that the soup was bubbling over and staining their new oven. All he cared about were the bubbles dancing in his stomach making him feel lighter than air; something only Katara, his Katara, could do.

A/N- Soup bubbles. :B Bet you didn't expect that! Heck, I didn't expect soup bubbles! LOLZ

Well I hope you like it more than I do. Like I said, I'm not that good at AU's. I do like this one though for some reason. Maybe it's the soup…

BTW, the soup is vichyssoise. Pronounced, Vee-She-Swazz. XDDDD

J/K. Actually, it's Crab Corn Chowder. That's MY favorite soup. X3 Soooo…reviews?