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Katara whirled around. “Toph!” she gasped. “H-how much did anda see? Or, um . . . feel?”
“I heard ‘do one lebih thing,’ and I felt pretty much everything after that,” Toph berkata honestly.
“You did?” Aang said.
“Yep.” Toph nodded. “Actually, Twinkletoes, I didn’t know anda had the guts. Good for you.” She punched his shoulder playfully.
Aang winced and said, “Gee, thanks.”
Toph blew on her knuckle. “I try,” she said.
“Yeah, I know,” he replied, rubbing his shoulder gingerly.
“Well,” Toph said, “I’m going to fix me some breakfast. What about you?”
Aang’s stomach lurched. “Yeah, breakfast sounds good to me. Katara?”
“Right behind you,” Katara answered.
That afternoon, Katara decided to go for a walk. She left through the door of the rather large house.
Aang, who had been membaca a scroll, heard the door slam shut and popped his head out the window. He saw Katara walking down a stone path.
“Hey!” he cried, instinctively climbing out the window and falling on his face. He got up, blushing. “Wait up!” He ran to catch up with Katara.
“Aang, anda know we have a door, right?” she asked, smirking.
“Uh . . . yeah,” he said. “I meant to do that.” He grinned his trademark goofy grin.
She laughed and pulled him to her. “You really are adorable.”
He beamed.
“So, what do anda want to do?” she asked him.
“I don’t know,” he replied. “Maybe we should just keep walking.”
The pair walked to a quiet clearing. The sun was shining brightly and the rumput was weeded (no pun intended) with dandelions.
“Why don’t we go sit oleh that rock over there?” Aang suggested.
So they did.
Aang was lying against the rock, Katara’s head nuzzling his shoulder. Aang was fiddling with a dandelion; Katara was staring up at him. She realized that he was changing. He wasn’t the goofy little kid she had rescued nine months ago. He was getting taller (she only had about an inch on him now) and stronger (she could even see muscles whenever he took off his kemeja for whatever reason). His voice was even growing deeper.
Aang looked at her, noticing her expression of thought. “What are anda thinking about?” he asked curiously, daring to loop an arm around her.
“You’ve . . . changed,” she berkata simply.
“Mm . . . yes, I guess I have,” he replied. He kept his gaze on her. “Is that a bad thing?” he asked innocently. That was one thing, Katara knew, that hadn’t changed. It was enjoyable, though; he was still an adorable kid on the inside.
“No,” she answered. “Actually, it’s kind of . . . nice.”
Aang pulled Katara closer. She closed her eyes and sighed in contentment.
He made her feel so happy all the time. Usually it was little things, such as a loving gesture, an innocent ciuman on the cheek, atau even a simple “I cinta you.” But it always warmed her jantung whenever he did those things.
He smiled at her and gave her a loving ciuman on the cheek.
She smiled and said, “You're so sweet."
“I try my best,” he replied, “but only for you.”
Aang started to caress the back of her neck. He kissed the puncak, atas of her head and said, “I cinta anda so much . . .”
She sighed. She hadn’t heard those words since the hari after Aang defeated api Lord Ozai. Most of the time, they were way too busy to spend time alone. Usually their kisses were brief “goodbye” and “goodnight” kisses.
But now, Aang took Katara’s lips for the longest, sweetest, most perfect ciuman yet. They held each other tightly but gently, Aang stroking Katara’s hair. After exactly fourteen seconds, Aang slowly pulled back.
Katara melted into Aang’s arms, her head having to rest on his shoulder.
Aang smiled again. "I really do cinta you," he said.
"I know," Katara replied, "and I cinta you."
He pulled her closer and nuzzled her lovingly.
She sighed and satisfied Aang's burning desire to cuddle. She loved him so much. He was so adorable. He was so kind and affectionate, and he always knew how to make her happy with him.
"I may have changed," he told her, "but I will always cinta you. Always."
She looked at him, smiling affectionately. "You mean it?"
Aang captured her lips once lebih and breathed against them: "Always."
So, how'd ya like it? Tell me what anda think!
Katara whirled around. “Toph!” she gasped. “H-how much did anda see? Or, um . . . feel?”
“I heard ‘do one lebih thing,’ and I felt pretty much everything after that,” Toph berkata honestly.
“You did?” Aang said.
“Yep.” Toph nodded. “Actually, Twinkletoes, I didn’t know anda had the guts. Good for you.” She punched his shoulder playfully.
Aang winced and said, “Gee, thanks.”
Toph blew on her knuckle. “I try,” she said.
“Yeah, I know,” he replied, rubbing his shoulder gingerly.
“Well,” Toph said, “I’m going to fix me some breakfast. What about you?”
Aang’s stomach lurched. “Yeah, breakfast sounds good to me. Katara?”
“Right behind you,” Katara answered.
That afternoon, Katara decided to go for a walk. She left through the door of the rather large house.
Aang, who had been membaca a scroll, heard the door slam shut and popped his head out the window. He saw Katara walking down a stone path.
“Hey!” he cried, instinctively climbing out the window and falling on his face. He got up, blushing. “Wait up!” He ran to catch up with Katara.
“Aang, anda know we have a door, right?” she asked, smirking.
“Uh . . . yeah,” he said. “I meant to do that.” He grinned his trademark goofy grin.
She laughed and pulled him to her. “You really are adorable.”
He beamed.
“So, what do anda want to do?” she asked him.
“I don’t know,” he replied. “Maybe we should just keep walking.”
The pair walked to a quiet clearing. The sun was shining brightly and the rumput was weeded (no pun intended) with dandelions.
“Why don’t we go sit oleh that rock over there?” Aang suggested.
So they did.
Aang was lying against the rock, Katara’s head nuzzling his shoulder. Aang was fiddling with a dandelion; Katara was staring up at him. She realized that he was changing. He wasn’t the goofy little kid she had rescued nine months ago. He was getting taller (she only had about an inch on him now) and stronger (she could even see muscles whenever he took off his kemeja for whatever reason). His voice was even growing deeper.
Aang looked at her, noticing her expression of thought. “What are anda thinking about?” he asked curiously, daring to loop an arm around her.
“You’ve . . . changed,” she berkata simply.
“Mm . . . yes, I guess I have,” he replied. He kept his gaze on her. “Is that a bad thing?” he asked innocently. That was one thing, Katara knew, that hadn’t changed. It was enjoyable, though; he was still an adorable kid on the inside.
“No,” she answered. “Actually, it’s kind of . . . nice.”
Aang pulled Katara closer. She closed her eyes and sighed in contentment.
He made her feel so happy all the time. Usually it was little things, such as a loving gesture, an innocent ciuman on the cheek, atau even a simple “I cinta you.” But it always warmed her jantung whenever he did those things.
He smiled at her and gave her a loving ciuman on the cheek.
She smiled and said, “You're so sweet."
“I try my best,” he replied, “but only for you.”
Aang started to caress the back of her neck. He kissed the puncak, atas of her head and said, “I cinta anda so much . . .”
She sighed. She hadn’t heard those words since the hari after Aang defeated api Lord Ozai. Most of the time, they were way too busy to spend time alone. Usually their kisses were brief “goodbye” and “goodnight” kisses.
But now, Aang took Katara’s lips for the longest, sweetest, most perfect ciuman yet. They held each other tightly but gently, Aang stroking Katara’s hair. After exactly fourteen seconds, Aang slowly pulled back.
Katara melted into Aang’s arms, her head having to rest on his shoulder.
Aang smiled again. "I really do cinta you," he said.
"I know," Katara replied, "and I cinta you."
He pulled her closer and nuzzled her lovingly.
She sighed and satisfied Aang's burning desire to cuddle. She loved him so much. He was so adorable. He was so kind and affectionate, and he always knew how to make her happy with him.
"I may have changed," he told her, "but I will always cinta you. Always."
She looked at him, smiling affectionately. "You mean it?"
Aang captured her lips once lebih and breathed against them: "Always."
So, how'd ya like it? Tell me what anda think!
everyone is so pro zuko. and even though he helps aang lots of times and saves many lives. i lost most of my respect wen he ciuman katara. and to tell the truth i was scared they would end up together because katara once told she would end up with a powerfull bender and zuko is pretty powerful.he even tried suducing katara oleh telling her sad stories about his life and getting in the way of a lighting attack from azula to save katara. what a chop... he already has a girl back halaman awal who throws needles at people.
the only thing i feel sorry for zuko is that his fathers a bastard and im sorry his mother disappeared.
its a good thing zuko stop being so angry all the time. he was really pising me off. i never knew what he wanted. so welcome to the light zuko.
even though aang is younge and kitara is obviously lebih mature, im glad they ended up together. like wow.
the only thing i feel sorry for zuko is that his fathers a bastard and im sorry his mother disappeared.
its a good thing zuko stop being so angry all the time. he was really pising me off. i never knew what he wanted. so welcome to the light zuko.
even though aang is younge and kitara is obviously lebih mature, im glad they ended up together. like wow.