PLEASE READ THIS FIRST: This is a sequel to a T rated story, which has an edited down version of this chapter as its final chapter. This is the complete version of that chapter, and the story will be continued here because the rest of it would be going too far for a T rating. Please read the first chapter for the first story (All Smoothed) before reading this one.

DISCLAIMER: Avatar: The Last Airbender, and I do not make profit off the characters or settings I use in this story. They belong to Bryan Konietzko, Michael DiMartino, Viacom, Nickelodeon, and all of those other people

Katara was beginning to feel like she shouldn't be watching something so private, but at the same time she felt like she had to. She had always been very protective of Aang, and it was hard for her to not feel needed. She tried to imagine it was her that was lying beneath him, but she still couldn't get past the sight of Zuko. His large arms clung to Aang showing no signs of letting go, and his hands roamed up and down his tattooed back. Katara could hear every sweet sound they made as they caressed each other. They sighed with pleasure at every gentle touch, and the low humming of their voices mingled together as they smothered each other with a deep kiss. The moist suckling sounds made Katara blush. It was embarrassing for her to admit it, but she was discovering she liked watching them. Even though they were both boys, it was more romantic than anything she'd ever dreamed of.

Aang and Zuko were completely entangled in each other's arms, and the breaks between kisses eventually ceased altogether. They were exploring each other's mouths with lustful enthusiasm, and their roaming hands finally relaxed. Aang's clasped Zuko's cheeks to help guide their kiss, while Zuko's hands rested on Aang's backside. Katara's eyes were glued to their supple lips, and she was still amazed by how gentle Zuko was being with Aang.

Every few seconds she'd catch a glimpse of one of their tongues sticking out, and the other boy would lovingly wrap his lips around it and suck the wet flesh suggestively. Katara was so fascinated by this that she didn't notice the firebender's mischievous hands sliding Aang's pants down his legs and exposing the rest of his shapely features. Aang made no special acknowledgement of this gesture either and kept his focus on Zuko's mouth.

It wasn't until Aang began to suddenly tickle Zuko that Katara saw that his pants were missing. This new and spontaneous sign of affection caught Zuko off guard, and he tried to push his friend off of him to stop the relentless tickling. Katara's heart skipped a beat when Aang's manhood came into view; it bounced vigorously as the boys fought for dominance in the tickle fight. It was only partially erect after being exposed to the chill night air, but to Katara it might as well have been rock hard and a foot long. She could literally feel the blood rushing to her face as she was taken over by embarrassment and a nagging sense that she should look away. It was only natural to be interested in Aang's body, but she surprised herself by just how excited she was by it. Her love for Aang went so far beyond his physical beauty, but she had to learn to accept her urges rather than repress them.

When Aang's tickling stopped for a mere second, Zuko took the opportunity to push him off. Aang fell backwards and made a dent in the wet sand; it was another one of the many things that brought out his wonderful laughter. As he rolled over and held his sides, Zuko pounced on him and kissed him on the cheek. Before Aang could react, Zuko immediately got up and ran towards the water. While Katara waited for Aang to get up, she listened to the loud splashes of Zuko's feet, which began to slow down as the firebender also awaited Aang. Katara's eyes were finally adjusting to the lack of light, and she could make out more of Zuko's striking features. He had his arms bent behind his head as he turned towards Aang, and every impressive bulge of his muscles came into view as he flexed. Katara couldn't blame Aang for being so willing to fall into Zuko's arms, and she suddenly remembered her own hug with the prince. She wished she had taken more time to appreciate how it felt to press her body against his, but she had had more important things to concentrate on at the time.

"Come on!" Zuko said in a harsh whisper as he rolled up his pant legs.

Aang stood up and took a few moments to stretch, and Katara's patience was rewarded. He was gorgeous! She had seen him shirtless more times than she could count, but removing that one extra bit of clothing made all the difference. She felt as if she was going to die every time he made even the slightest flex, and what was going on between his legs nearly made her faint. His manhood was springing to life right before her eyes. A little cool breeze couldn't keep Aang down for long, but Katara's view was cut short when Aang turned to Zuko.

Katara held her breath for a moment. The boy she loved now had his back turned to her, and his burning arousal pointed to Zuko…not her. Katara felt tears collecting in her eyes. She would give almost anything to be on the other side, but she slowly realized that she was at peace with it. She got a hold of herself and wiped her tears; a motherly smile replaced her heartbroken expression. As Aang followed Zuko into the shallow water, Katara felt as if she were letting go of Aang in a way. At least for now. She was so proud of everything he had accomplished, and he had earned this touching relationship with Zuko. If the prince was to be the Avatar's calm before the storm, then Katara found that deep down she could only be happy for him.

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