For the_flowergirl
Story Title: The Light in Your Hair
Fandom: Avatar: The Last Airbender
Characters: Aang/Katara
Summary: As promised, a little fluffy ficlet for the_flowergirl!
The morning air was cold on bare skin, but it was the kind that felt more like a tickle than an intrusion. The sun, barely peeking over the stretched-out horizon, gave the small room a warm orange-pink glow. Aang looked around him sleepily, his firebending side responding to the waking sun. He breathed in deeply through his nose, burrowing into Katara's back closer and relishing in her scent - something like cool snow and water flowers.
The Southern Air Temple was just outside of the part of the world that suffered from midnight sun, although the days were much shorter than those in the Fire Nation and Earth Kingdom. Aang and Katara, after much discussion and lots of lists of the pros and cons, decided that they would settle in the coldest and emptiest of the four temples. One this morning, Aang woke to realise that they had been staying in the temple for exactly six months.
It made him feel optimistic.
He snuggled closer, pressing right along Katara's back, his eyes trailing over her slowly. In the cresting sun's light, her hair was painted with the oranges and golds of the newborn day, highlighting the dark brown waves that spilled over the mussed pillow beneath her head. Lazily, he reached up with one hand and ran his fingers through her tresses, his other arm secured around her waist.
Even though he hadn't meant to, his moves awakened her. She breathed in deeply, stirred, and slowly raised her head, looking at him over her shoulder with sleepy eyes. "Hey," she murmured, "did I oversleep?"
"It's dawn," he replied, tucking her hair behind her ear and marvelling at how shiny it was, even this early in the morning and after a night's sleep.
Katara let her head drop back onto the pillow, burying her face back into it with a groan. She curled up against the faint chill, burrowing further under the covers, then drifted back into sleep in such a seamless way that Aang couldn't help but envy a little. Now that the sun was up, he knew he couldn't get back to sleep.
Idly, he let his eyes close halfway, his fingers still trailing through her hair. The light played on both Katara's slight form under the covers and her hair and skin above them. He couldn't help but smile, wondering a little if she knew just how beautiful she looked cloaked in the sun's rays.
Maybe the fact that she didn't was what made it sweeter. He could enjoy it all to himself.
Fandom: Avatar: The Last Airbender
Characters: Aang/Katara
Summary: As promised, a little fluffy ficlet for the_flowergirl!
The morning air was cold on bare skin, but it was the kind that felt more like a tickle than an intrusion. The sun, barely peeking over the stretched-out horizon, gave the small room a warm orange-pink glow. Aang looked around him sleepily, his firebending side responding to the waking sun. He breathed in deeply through his nose, burrowing into Katara's back closer and relishing in her scent - something like cool snow and water flowers.
The Southern Air Temple was just outside of the part of the world that suffered from midnight sun, although the days were much shorter than those in the Fire Nation and Earth Kingdom. Aang and Katara, after much discussion and lots of lists of the pros and cons, decided that they would settle in the coldest and emptiest of the four temples. One this morning, Aang woke to realise that they had been staying in the temple for exactly six months.
It made him feel optimistic.
He snuggled closer, pressing right along Katara's back, his eyes trailing over her slowly. In the cresting sun's light, her hair was painted with the oranges and golds of the newborn day, highlighting the dark brown waves that spilled over the mussed pillow beneath her head. Lazily, he reached up with one hand and ran his fingers through her tresses, his other arm secured around her waist.
Even though he hadn't meant to, his moves awakened her. She breathed in deeply, stirred, and slowly raised her head, looking at him over her shoulder with sleepy eyes. "Hey," she murmured, "did I oversleep?"
"It's dawn," he replied, tucking her hair behind her ear and marvelling at how shiny it was, even this early in the morning and after a night's sleep.
Katara let her head drop back onto the pillow, burying her face back into it with a groan. She curled up against the faint chill, burrowing further under the covers, then drifted back into sleep in such a seamless way that Aang couldn't help but envy a little. Now that the sun was up, he knew he couldn't get back to sleep.
Idly, he let his eyes close halfway, his fingers still trailing through her hair. The light played on both Katara's slight form under the covers and her hair and skin above them. He couldn't help but smile, wondering a little if she knew just how beautiful she looked cloaked in the sun's rays.
Maybe the fact that she didn't was what made it sweeter. He could enjoy it all to himself.