Author's Note: This is post-Awakening, early season 3. I found this yesterday while digging through one of my external hard drives.
She skimmed her fingertips over his neck and shoulders, feeling the occasional rough patch of cut skin, before gently pressing her hand to the center of his chest. She was in part making sure that her healing efforts were in fact doing some good and in part just wanting to have an excuse to touch him, to feel his heart beating beneath her hand.
Katara's mind flashed back to that horrible night, Aang's lifeless body falling into her outstretched arms. She would have killed the fire prince, his sister, and all of the Dai Li with the force of the wave if she could have. She would have drowned them and not cared at all. The force of her anger towards them had startled her, but with Aang laying injured in her arms nothing else mattered.
Now he was sitting cross-legged before her, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth and eyes shining, a sign he was healing both inside and out. His flesh was warm beneath her hand and was returning to a more healthy color instead of the sickly pale slightly bluish hue he had been for several days following the incident beneath Ba Sing Se.
He laughed as her hand moved from his chest to his abdomen and Katara's smile widened. Aang's laugh had become one of the most beautiful sounds in the world to her; nearly losing it had only caused her to appreciate it more. Appreciate him more. She supposed that was one thing she could thank the Fire Prince and his sister for. Without them she would have never realized how important Aang was to her, how she would be lost without him, how she now treasured him and every aspect of him.
Satisfied that her efforts were truly helping him, she leaned forward and placed a kiss on the tip of the arrow on Aang's forehead. Maybe one day she would share all she thought about herself, about him, and about their relationship.
For now, she would just enjoy the knowledge that she had him still by her side.