Author's Note: A friend of mine and I were discussing first kisses one day and she told me that her first real kiss had been the most disgusting thing ever and had only made her appreciate each kiss that came after. This story is just a product of that discussion.
Her first real kiss had been awful. If it hadn't been her first kiss, Katara would've forgotten it all together. But the mind keeps such things safe, to be pulled up on occasion and remembered.
The waterbender's first real kiss had not taken place in the Cave of Two Lovers, that had been nothing more than a mere nervous peck on the lips. Katara's first real kiss had been in the arms of a dashing young man. A young man full of attractive qualities like bravery and good looks.
He had pulled her into his arms just before the fight with the Fire Lord and kissed her. Her dreams of being kissed by this handsome young man were quickly dashed by slobbering awkwardness and bad breath. She had pulled away, trying not to let the disgust reveal itself on her face and when he leaned close to kiss her again, she had moved out of his reach, quickly making excuses.
Her back turned to him; Katara had wiped her mouth off and raced away. She had wanted nothing more than to forget the horror that had been that kiss.
The waterbender shuddered, allowing a more pleasant memory to push its way to the forefront of her thoughts.
Her second real kiss had also been in the arms of a dashing young man. A young man full of attractive qualities like bravery and good looks. Just after the defeat of the Fire Lord, this handsome young man pulled her into his arms and kissed her. No awkwardness, no hesitation, just pure magic.
"Whatcha thinking about?" A voice said from behind.
Katara smiled and turned, reaching up to take his tattooed hand in her own, and pulling him to sit down next to her.
"Kisses." She said. "And how a first kiss can make you appreciate the second."