Spirits Save Me
Katara knew if she had a silver piece for every time she had called on the Spirits, she'd be a rich woman indeed.
The war had ended with all of them safe, and she and Aang had been together since shortly after. As peace became the norm, Katara's prayers surprisingly didn't decline, though they did change in nature. Having a boyfriend who could bend all four elements was definitely an experience.
It started one evening as they were setting up camp with their friends. Aang sidled over to Katara, wrapped an arm around her shoulders, and leaned his head close. "So. Katara," he began, keeping his expression serious. "Would you say I... light up your life?" he finished with a grin, producing a flame in his hand with a flourish.
Katara laughed and rolled her eyes. "Goofball. Just get the campfire going already," she said, giving him a shove towards the pile of kindling. Spirits help me. He's learned corny pick up lines, she thought to herself.
Another day, as the two practiced waterbending together, Aang caught her attention. "Hey Katara?"
Switching her focus from the moving water to her boyfriend, she responded, "Yeah Aang?"
"I gotta say, I waterfall for you more each day," he declared, streaming the water up in the air and back down.
"You are such a dork," Katara replied, splashing him with water. "Spirits, what did I do to deserve this?" she asked as though plagued. The smile in her eyes gave her away.
"Guess you're just lucky," Aang answered with a grin, before the playful water fight began in earnest.
A month later, they were sitting on a stone bench in the Earth King's gardens on a break from a long day of boring meetings. Katara let go of his hand to stretch when she felt a rumbling as her seat swayed side-to-side. She grabbed onto Aang's arm. "What's happening?"
Aang, his expression the picture of innocence, replied, "I'm rocking your world."
With a shake of her head, Katara muttered, "Ugh, Spirits save me." She let go of the airbender's arm to shove him off the bench as he laughed.
One afternoon outside the Jasmine Dragon, Katara was standing and chatting with Suki and Mai as they waited for their respective boyfriends to wrap up a talk with Iroh inside. Suddenly, a figure was barreling along the street at great speed in a blur of gold and orange. Katara found herself squealing as she was caught around the waist and swept into the air. Aang's voice cried out "Love is in the air!" before kissing the tip of her nose as he floated them back to the ground.
Katara's 16th birthday found them in the Southern Water Tribe. Aang had managed to convince the whole Gaang, even Toph and Zuko, to hang out there for the week. Toph stuck with Aang as he got Appa settled while the others had gone ahead to greet Hakoda, Kanna, and Pakku. Aang appeared in the doorway where the water tribe family was chatting. "Hey, I just had a quick message for Katara. I wanted to let you know... I have the hots for you," he said with a grin, as he whipped out his hand as though handing her something, something being a dancing flame.
Suki let out a snort, Sokka pretended to gag, and Katara covered her face with her hands. Spirits, grant me patience. "Excuse me everyone," she said, pulling her hands down and standing up. "I have an airbender to.. talk to." Amusement danced in the eyes of the adults as Aang turned tail and ran, Katara hot on his heels.
"Toph dared me to!" Aang tried to plead his case as he was being chased. Suddenly, ice shot out from the wall he was running by, trapping him as it wrapped around his shoulders and hips, pulling his back to the wall.
"You," Katara said as she jabbed a finger at his chest, "are so lucky that I... feel the same way." She giggled at his shocked look before leaning forward and kissing him. "You can use your hots to get out of there though." She smiled and patted his cheek before walking back towards the group.
During a trip to the fire nation, Katara decided Aang must be bored. He had spent the morning periodically gusting wind at her. Admittedly it felt nice in the hot climate, but finally she couldn't help her curiosity. "Aang, what is up with all the wind you're blowing on me?"
Aang placed a hand on his heart and looked solemn. "Just fulfilling my duty," he said. Seeing her questioning eyebrow, he explained further. "As your biggest fan, of course." With that, he gently blasted another gust her way. She grinned and shook her head. Spirits where does he come up with this stuff?
Some time later, they were traveling to visit their friends at the Northern Air Temple. They had stopped in the earth kingdom to camp for the night. Aang and Katara offered to gather wood for the campfire. As the pair walked along the dirt path back to camp, the ground cracked, looking for all the world like a smile. Then, the dirt "mouth" moved, opening and closing as Aang said out of the corner of his mouth, "Hi Katara."
Her arms full of kindling, the waterbender giggled. "Aang, what are you doing?"
He flashed her his trademark lopsided grin. "I'm talking dirt-y to you, what's it look like?"
Katara smirked and said aloud, "Spirits, teach him how to do that properly." Aang's jaw dropped open. Katara turned and headed back towards camp, leaving her boyfriend in stunned silence on the path but not without a dreamy smile on his face.
Taking advantage of some downtime between days of meetings at the Fire Nation palace, Katara and Aang were relaxing by the turtleduck pond. Suddenly, Katara felt droplets raining down on her. A look at the sky revealed it to be clear, but the stifled laughter from her boyfriend clued her in. "Aang, stop!" she cried out, laughing.
"No can do, Katara. I'm showering you with love," Aang reported as though it was the most important task he'd been given.
As the squealing and chasing commenced, Katara didn't spare a single thought to the visiting dignitaries watching the antics in the courtyard with amusement. The only thing that crossed her mind was Spirits, I hope he never stops.
A/N: Because I absolutely envision Aang fully embracing the love puns, and Katara pretending to be put out by it but actually loving it. (In other words, they are adorkable, your Honor.)