You Are What You Love
She smiles up at the sky above her; the sunlight playing on her skin warming her more than just the physical way. Her smile only widens when a cool arm lays across her stomach. The young woman feels a light breath against her ribs.
"Katara, shouldn't we go back now?" Aang asks, although he keeps his arm over her and doesn't make any move to get up.
She hums vaguely and the airbender finds himself chuckling. Then Aang says, "You're acting like Momo."
"How so?" she finally asks, and he smiles close to her skin.
"All he does lately is lay in the sun; he's gotten really lazy."
She doesn't say anything for a little, only giving out a breath of laughter, before she twists off her back and faces him. Aang moves his arm to follow, his hand sitting against her hip and eyes opening to see hers are still closed.
"Well," she sighs as she places a hand around his own bare waist, "Momo is one wise creature."
Aang grins wide before he laughs, pulling their bodies closer. They lie next to each other like that, in their damp waterbending clothes with their faces turned no longer up at the sun, but at each other.
"This is what I fought for," Aang sighs into her collar bone, so softly Katara almost misses it in her lethargic mindset.
"You've brought peace to everyone, Aang," she reminds as she blinks open her eyes and brushes a kiss on the tip of his nose.
He smiles, now against her skin, and says, "I didn't only fight for the peace; I fought for you. I fought for this, for us to just be happy and lazy and stupid."
"You mean to be in our youth?" she jokes as their eyes connect. He laughs for the countless time.
"Yeah; I fought for our lost childhoods."
AN: I, surprisingly, kinda like how this turned out (probably because I love fluff). Honestly, it turned out different from what I'd intended, but I think it was for the best. Happy New Year everyone and mind reviewing?