Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters. They belong to Bryke.

A/N: Wrote this all because of a post on tumblr that had Pabu and Naga in human form. Regrets? Other than not knowing what to call this ship…NONE.

For the third consecutive night, Naga found herself in the arms of the city boy, her head resting on his chest while his fingers played with strands of her hair. The grass beneath them was slightly damp and the stars above twinkled, decorating the cloudless night sky. She let her eyes close for a moment, listening to his steady breathing…the beat of his heart…taking in his warmth.

Since the groups escape from the Equalist rally, Naga's dreams had been haunted by their masked figures; figures that would tie up the non-bender, rendering her defenseless, figures that would mercilessly attack the young Avatar and their comrades. Sleep did not come simply; the anxiety would settle in and the fear would linger. It would have been easy to seek out Korra, vent about her worries, console each other, embrace the fear away…but the last thing Naga wanted to do was burden her dear friend any further. There was no need to ask questions in order to know that Korra was also having a difficult time coping. And so, Naga turned to Pabu, who provided a comfort that her Avatar friend could not.

"Pabu?" She finally whispered, opening her eyes and slowly lifting her head to look up at the boy.

"Hm…"

"Aren't you scared?"

Pabu's hold on her tightened slightly before shifting his body to look down at her – Naga's head still nestled in the crook of his arm. There was a moment's hesitation and then he reached out with his free hand to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear.

"Not while I'm under these stars." He leaned in closer, their noses barely grazing each other, "Not when I'm with you."