Summary: Aang and Katara have developed likings for each other's hair. lol. Two Kataang one-shots. Cute and fluffy. First one's pretty awkward though...haha

Authors Note: I consider this a deleted scene of Nightmares and Daydreams. That's when this takes place. REVIEWS ARE GREATLY APPRECIATED!!!

Her Hair

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Katara was most likely the most beautiful person he had ever seen. He especially loved her hair. It's soft, silky presence of it in their numerous hugs. He wished he could just wrap his hand in it, press it up to his face, and he would be in heaven.

Right then, it was nighttime. He couldn't get back to bed because of his reoccurring nightmares. He looked over at Katara, and up to her hair. Since everyone was asleep, he could stare as long as he wanted to at her beautiful chocolate waves, only wishing to touch them. Though he couldn't do that…It would create an awkward situation if she was to wake up. He shook off the weird thought and looked back over at his angel. She looked absolutely at peace when she was asleep, her eyelids lightly closed, a gentle smile splayed across her face, and her muscles relaxed.

He looked over at his friends, Sokka and Toph, as they were asleep on top of their sleeping bags, much like his currently sleeping beauty. He blushed as he found himself slowly sitting up on his mat and crawling over to her. He sighed as he came up right next to her, slowly reaching for her hair---

He instantly froze when she turned in her sleep, still lying down, but facing him. She seemed to smile wider in his presence and he shakily breathed, scooting backwards. One of his many fears gave way as he saw her sapphire eyes looking up at him in wonder. His eyes were open wider than humanly possible and he couldn't bring himself to move.

"Aang?" she asked, rubbing her eyes, and sitting up, "W-what are you doing here?" She yawned, sending shivers up Aang's spine. Not changing his shocked and embarrassed expression, he quickly pulled withdrew his hand, bringing it up to cup the back of his neck.

"I-I was…I was….You were, umm, coughing," he stuttered, blood rising up to his cheeks and spreading throughout his face like wild-fire, he continued, "I just wanted to make sure you were okay." He quickly brought his hand to her forehead and pulled back, "Heh, see? Not warm. Perfectly healthy! I'll go now." The boy swiftly stood up and turned on his heels to go back to his bed.

"Aang…"

When he heard her say his name, he couldn't help but sigh. He slowly turned around to face her, the blood not leaving his cheeks.

"Yeah?" He asked, looking down at her, biting his lip.

"Aang…you're blushing like crazy…what were you really doing over here?" The waterbender replied, giving him a concerned look.

Aang closed his eyes and gulped, opening them to look to the side in shame, "Well…you see." His eyes met hers and the awkwardness of the situation increased ten-fold. "I…You're hair is…it just looked…really soft…and I wanted, umm, to touch it…" He confessed, biting his lip so hard it almost drew blood.

He closed his eyes tightly in embarrassment, just wanting to disappear. He heard her give a quick breathy chuckle and start moving towards him.

"Well. You can if you really want too," she said, an awkward smile in her voice.

Aang's eyes opened wide with happiness, "Really?"

Katara shrugged, "I don't mind. Just don't pull it, I guess." She laughed quietly and sat down facing away from Aang, giving him access to her hair.

"O-okay," The boy smiled, reaching out to touch the solid brown hair. He placed his palm against it and Katara shivered, making Aang jolt slightly. He took some of it in his hands and just stroked it, having felt nothing softer in his life. Katara and him laughed at how weird the situation was together.

A few more moments passed before Aang stopped, he sighed, but there was a shaky laughter in his voice as he whispered, "Glad that's out of my system…"

Katara giggled and turned around, giving Aang a kiss on the cheek. The boy blushed again, bringing his hand up to where she kissed him with a smile. Katara grinned and said, "Goodnight, Aang," making her way back over to her sleeping back and lying back down.

"Goodnight, Katara," He responded, breaking out of his small shock from being kissed.

He climbed back over to his sleeping bag and smiled, drifting to sleep, thinking about her soft, silky hair.

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