This is a bit of a weird thing I just randomly came up with. I'm not entirely sure yet, but I think this will start out quite light-hearted, but gradually grow into something much more in-depth. Possibly. Lol - ok, so I haven't totally made up my mind yet - but let's just see where this goes eh? ;-)

This is a semi alternate world fic. Sokka's 22, Katara's 20 and Toph and Aang are both 18. The Fire Lord has been beaten (yay!) and now our posse are just flying around keeping the lands all peace-a-ful like. Firebenders are becoming rarer and rarer these days…no-one's entirely sure why. Ohhhh, mysterious. The other Nations are keeping a beady eye on the Fire Nation though, just in case they decide to step out of line again.

And as a last thing - even though she probably won't read this story, I would just like to thank 'Jakia' for inadvertently inspiring me to write this story. Her wonderful story (jeez, hooow many uses of the word 'story?') - 'Dangers In Romance,' and more specifically the chapter 'In Which Katara Dreams,' gave me a great blast of the stuff (inspiration that is) to write the opening of my story.

So yeah - thank you )

Anyway - everyone enjoy you crazy Avatards you ;) This first bit is bit ur…sexy, I suppose lol Just to tell yah.

Disclaimer: Yes, I own Avatar: The Last Airbender…oh wait sorry, was I dreaming again?

Sweet Dreams

He kissed her. Hard.

It was passionate and fiery, and he pressed into her mouth with a sudden hunger that the brunette didn't ever think possible for the young, supposedly innocent teenager.

The kiss deepened, and feeling brave, the woman allowed her hands to wander up his shirt, exploring the smooth flesh of his chest and back.

The young man followed suit, letting one hand drop to rub the brunette's leg, and another to gently caress her neck.

The girl moaned - a low, husky sound that undoubtedly pleaded for more.

The man broke off the kiss abruptly - the brunette whimpering lightly in disappointment - before ever-so-lightly nibbling and pecking at the soft line of her neck.

Her buttons being very skilfully pushed indeed, the woman groaned again, arching herself slightly in reaction.

She heard him laugh, obviously enjoying the moment, before feeling his lips upon hers again.

The kisses came light at first - the man teasing her with soft brushes and nips. But the brunette, burning with an unquenchable desire as she was, quickly became impatient - and it was with both hands that she reached round to back of the man's head, and pressed his mouth against hers.

Mouths opened, tongues danced and soon the pair were at the height of their passion once again. Desire became need - and the room was suddenly so hot. Everything but his lips on hers seemed irrelevant. Unimportant.

It was now only a matter of who would take that inevitable step first.

Lips still interlocked, she felt his hands begin to work at the white sash of her robe. She smiled, while her own hands began to gently slide the man's shirt up over his head -

Katara awoke with a start. Her heart was hammering, and she felt sticky with guilty sweat. Not to mention rather dirty.

The man in her dream….

It had been Aang.

What did that mean? Did that mean anything?

Oh Spirits.

The Waterbender's body still tingled in joy of the whole fantasy, and Katara quickly got up to stop it. Stupid body. It shouldn't be reacting in this way - not to a friend!

That was wrong.

It was beyond wrong.

It was crossing the line.

The brunette bended a small amount of water onto her face to cool it, before carefully manoeuvring the liquid back into her water-skin.

Though, in her dream, it had felt quite good. In her dream. Maybe if Katara simply allowed her mind to wander…

No! - Because it was wrong.

Wrong. Wrong. Wrong.

The young Waterbender let her eyes scan the small tent she had slept in overnight as a way of distraction from her illicit thoughts.

She noted Sokka was already gone. Which was somewhat odd for her sleep-loving brother. The young Water Tribe member was usually the last one up. …Not to mention the most reluctant.

The brunette smiled lightly to herself at the thought, before turning to collect up her supplies in preparation for the day's travels. As she did, Katara wondered how she might act around Aang now.

Pah. What was she thinking? She was being ridiculous.

It was only a dream for Spirits sake. As in - not real. Fictional. Something made up from a combination of lusty teenage hormones and a severe lack of choice in available men to fantasise about. That was all.

Nothing to worry about.

"Hey - you're finally awake."

The girl jumped at the sudden interruption, and quickly turned to find her brother standing in the doorway of the tent. He grinned at her. "Ha ha - made you jump."

The brunette rolled her eyes.

"You've been asleep for ages Katara," Sokka exclaimed, "We're all ready to leave. We've been waiting for you." The young man continued to grin stupidly, as he said in a dreamy kind of way, "Wow - I never thought I'd see the day when I, Sokka, would be awake before my sister. This truly is a proud moment. You must have been having some dream Katara."

He waggled his eyebrows at her suggestively, and the girl flushed madly. She turned away quickly to mask it, but apparently not quickly enough for the keen eyes of Sokka…

"Are - are you turning red, Katara?" asked her brother, amused.

This of course only caused the brunette to turn an even darker shade. She could practically feel the heat radiating from her cheeks.

"What? Of - of course not."

"Was it Haru?"

Katara's eyes flashed as she turned sharply back to her brother. "Oh my God, Sokka!"

The pony-tailed man laughed, holding up his hands in a sign of truce. "Hey - I'm sorry, but as horribly disgusting as this is to say, you're a young woman now - and as a young woman I'm sure you'll get urges -"

Sokka paused his 'wise big brother advice talk' when he noticed Katara was holding her head in her hands.

"Please Sokka, would you just leave?" She muffled through her fingers, before raising her head to look at him. "And be safe in the knowledge that at twenty, I hold a slight understanding about the birds and the bees."

The man grinned. "Alright, alright. It's just, in all seriousness now, I know you never had mom to talk to about any of this growing-up stuff…so just know, well, that if you did need anything - that I'm always here to talk."

The brunette smiled. Well that was rather sweet.

"Thank you Sokka. I'll remember that."

The man nodded and turned. He hesitated for a moment though. Standing on the tent's threshold, Sokka turned back to Katara, before saying, "Seriously though, I really did think we'd have to get Aang in here to give you the kiss of life if you didn't wake up soon."

Katara, having gone back to packing after thinking the conversation was over, shot up her head up, crying, "What?!"

The man raised an eyebrow at his sister's over-the-top reaction. "I'm…joking."

Katara stared for a couple of seconds too long, before laughing. Unconvincingly. "Yeah, I know," she breezed, trying to sound casual and laid-back about the whole episode. As if the mention of Aang's name hadn't just made her heart do a backwards summersault…

Sokka narrowed his eyes. "Urr….ok. Clearly you're not completely awake yet. I'll let you get to it. Don't be too long now."

And with that, he left.

Katara let out a breath she didn't even realise she was holding.

Ok, it was definitely time to look deep into herself. Why, oh why, had that whole conversation with her brother - a light-hearted, easy going verbal bout between brother and sister - made her feel so incredibly uncomfortable?

And why couldn't she get the image of her and Aang out of her head?

What was going on here?

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And that's the first chapter. Cute, no?

Hope everyone enjoyed that. I'll update ASAP. Pinkie-swear.

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