Morning After
All that was missing was the hangover. Aang/Ty Lee, Postwar.
Disclaimer: I don't own Avatar. It'd be much bloodier if i did.
"Wakey, wakey, sleepyhead." A girl's voice whispered in his ear.
The young avatar awoke on a large bed. He shifted a bit, and tried to fall back to sleep. He felt someone cuddling him. Someone warm. He took a look at her. She had brown hair that was in a long braid. She looked at him with chestnut eyes curiously.
"Hi Aang!" the energetic lass yelled with a bit too much enthusiasm.
"Hey…" he replied.
"You want breakfast? Zuko promised he'd make waffles." She said as she walked across the room on her hands.
"Sure." He said, getting up.
They wandered around the palace, finding their way to the breakfast nook. The rest of the survivors had gathered around the table, talking about the future of the world and such.
Aang fell into the room from half a flight of stairs, landing on his back. She came tumbling after, landing on him. Forgetting where she was, she started kissing his brains out. The whole assembly was too awed to react.
"AHEM." An injured Sokka said, loudly.
They broke off, blushing. They sat down at the only two open places left around the table.
"So…you and Ty Lee…" Toph began, not quite having the words to complete a coherent thought.
"All I'll tell you is she's flexible." Aang said, before digging into some deserved waffley goodness.
FIN!