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i, aang, take thee katara (dual povs) part seven

A/N: thank you to everyone who has stuck with me through the creation of this story! it feels amazing to write and share content, and i can't wait to continue working. i will be reposting this entire story on ao3, but i will most likely be renaming it. from now on, most of my work will probably be posted on ao3, with the exception of a final oneshot that i plan on adding to this collection. follow my tumblr (@rowritesbrainrot) and my twitter (@rowritesbr) for updates! now, enjoy the finale :)

𝚔𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚊'𝚜 𝚙𝚘𝚟

     As the first day of our honeymoon drags on, it is clear that Aang and I needed some time away from the chaos of our lives. We've spent most of the day relaxing on the beach and walking around town trying teashops. None have been as good as the Jasmine Dragon so far. Currently, we are sitting inside of a small establishment on the beach called "The Sea Serpent." I chose a cup of steaming green tea with honey, while Aang drinks black tea sweetened with a stalk of sugarcane. Next to his saucer, three mint leaves lie on a napkin. After he drinks his tea; he chews on them, giving off his signature scent. I look to my right, directly towards the blazing sunset. It seems to light the ocean on fire, setting off miniature fireworks in the water. Aang looks towards me, and smiles shyly. I grin back at him, taking a sip of tea.
      "Today was calming, huh," he says quietly. I nod my head.
      "It really was," I respond, my voice sleepy with honey. His eyes crinkle at the corners; his mouth curls up at the ends.
      "How's your tea?" he questions lightheartedly.
      "Pretty good, actually. It's definitely more than hot leaf juice," I say, causing Aang to laugh out loud. He shakes his head mockingly.
      "Indeed, fair lady," he states with a raised pinky finger and stuffy accent. I grin back at him; his energy is especially uplifting at the moment. It seems like as we were talking, the sun has sunken even further below the horizon. The dusky light shines across Aang's face, casting shadows that deepen his cheekbones. When he catches me staring at his admittedly excellent bone structure, he leans towards me until we are only a couple of inches apart. I can already smell the fresh mintiness radiating from him. He leans even closer, and kisses me softly on the lips. I've missed those types of kisses; the ones that feel comfortable and innocent.
      Once we return to our original positions, we sip tea and watch the sunset over a glittering sea. Eventually, the herbal liquid from my cup is dry, and Aang and I decide to return to our beach house. Walking in the dark on Ember Island would normally be a frightening experience, but not whenever your husband is a fire bender. Aang lights the way with a small flame held out in front of him, and it flickers and sways underneath the moonlight like a tiny orange dancer. A cool breeze flits through the night, coaxing me to hold onto Aang's arm. Once he notices that I'm cold, he hastily whips off the first layer of his robe, which was draped over his shoulders. Gingerly, he places the fabric around me. He smiles down at me and kisses the top of my head.
      Back at the beach house, nighttime has taken its toll. Appa is snoring loudly in the huge barn on our property, and I long to join him. My stomach is filled with warm tea, enhancing my sleepy state. Aang reciprocates my fatigue, and we decide to go to bed immediately. The warmth radiating off of my husband is familiar, and I drift into sleep almost effortlessly.
     My dreams are filled with my imaginings and hopes for the future.