Author's Note: I just need to write Kataang. LOL. Can we say episode deprivation? So I decided to start a new series of little stories. Some will be from different POV. Some will be older Aang and Katara. Some will be fluff.
It's gotta be hard to be Sokka sometimes...LOL
'No.' The thought coursed through his mind. 'No. I just did not see that. I will just pretend I didn't and life will go on as before.'
But there was no denying it. Sokka could not get the image of disheveled clothes and blushing cheeks out of his mind. He had caught them, but at least they were not doing THAT. Still the sight of his sister hastily trying to pull the top of her robe back on while the equally undressed boy beneath her stared at him, wide-eyed and terror-stricken had firmly embedded itself into his brain.
If it had not been Katara, the young warrior probably would've laughed. But there she was with the one person he had always thought he could count on to maintain her honor. The one person he never thought he'd have to worry about. It was Aang. Naïve, innocent, barely fifteen year old Aang. But the flush in his sister's cheeks and her heavy breathing had told him that Aang wasn't so innocent. Or naïve.
Sokka watched as the airbender approached the campfire carefully, trying to see how the water tribe boy would react. Instead of yelling or taking poor Aang by the throat and throttling the Avatar Spirit right out of him, the warrior smiled.
"You're not mad?" The young Avatar finally asked.
"No. I'm fine. Really." Sokka's smile only widened.
Aang breathed a sigh of relief and returned his friend's smile. "That's good. I was worried."
"It's okay." The warrior said, still smiling. 'Or it will be once I pour mud and dead fish into your boots.'