The Truth

Katara looked at the young man in front of her; or, more specifically, looked up at him.

Aang's eyebrows were quirked and he was silently wondering what had his girlfriend in such annoyance; had he done something wrong? He had only just said good-morning to her and given her a hug; how could he have done something she didn't like?

Truthfully, it was Aang she was annoyed at, but it wasn't something he could control.

Because Katara was annoyed at his height.

"Go back to your short, little kid self," she said after a lengthy silence, crossing her hands over her chest as if to emphasis her disappointment at his physical self.

The airbender blinked at her before a smile stretched over his face; "Why, you don't like how I've grown?"

She looked down at his large hands, at his toned chest (he really did have a problem of wearing shirts) and then at his eyes that seemed as alight and energetic from the first time they'd met; when she'd saved him from ice and loneliness. True, he was now more handsome than cute and usually she'd enjoy that; just not at this nostalgic moment.

Just last night she had looked at a portrait painting of them barely a week after the war had ended, where she was definitely taller than him and they had looked so adorable.

"I want my little Aangie back," she continued to sniff, "It was so much fun to hug you and make you all flustered."

"Oh, I see what this is all about," he said with a roll of his eyes, "You don't like being treated the younger one, like the kid."

"I am not a kid!" she said back in defiance.

"But when I hug you," he said as he brought his arms around her and her face towards his collarbone with a half-squeak, "You fit against me like you're the younger one."

"Well, at least you're as immature as back then," she said with a sigh as she brought her arms up around him.

He hummed for a moment, and she giggled at the vibration, before he asked, "Did you ever figure out why I got all flustered?"

She shook her head and Aang had to resist chuckling from the ticklish sensation of her hair on his skin.

"It was because my face aligned with your chest perfectly."

She reeled back in legitimate shock before saying with a upward quirk of her lips, "Alright, now I really want my little Aang back!"

"He never even existed," Aang laughed as he swept his head down to catch her lips with his.

AN: This is kinda similar to Cute Casanova but I posted it anyway; I hope you guys didn't mind XD