I wasn't sure whether I liked this or not, but decided to upload it. I'm so making a Katara version to this though.
You Really Got A Hold On Me:
He finds his mind clouded by thoughts and images that shouldn't be there. Situations and circumstances coursing through his dreams and his thoughts that all led to the same result: Katara. Aang is unable to control all of these rampant emotions that seem to keep him up at night, ones that make it unbearable to sleep in his bed alone. He couldn't even find comfort around his own personal space, everything felt cool and bitter. The only time he feels the least bit contempt, is when he's around Katara in some form or another. They didn't have to be alone in a room together for him to feel satisfied; it could take a glance from the other side of the room or a smile that was sent his way. If he could get away with it, he'd take her into his arms and whisper words into her ear about how he thought she was beautiful, even in Fire Nation colors.
However they were both tied: both gave their own vows to separate paths of life. Hers was to be Fire Lord Zuko's wife, and his was to continue his peaceful message across all the nations and conserve it. Sometimes when he's rational he tells himself that he's happy for her. She was married and seemed very much in love with him. As much as it hurt and twisted him deep down inside, he was willing to give up his own happiness for hers.
He catches glimpses of her in the garden as he passes by the corridors of the palace, and when she's passing by on her own wearing spirits know what for whatever Zuko was planning that day. Still, the dreams and thoughts passed by each and every night. On most occasions he has the same dream every night: Katara would sneak into his room, collapse into his arms and say how much she's missed him, how much she loves him. He takes her, embracing her as tight as he could before whispering that he's missed her as well and that he's always loved her.
She looks up at him, a few tears running down her eyes as he wipes them away with his finger. She wraps her arms around his neck and leans in for a kiss. He reciprocates, and soon his lips find the nape of her neck. She places a hand on his shoulder for support, whispering her own words of desire for him...
Sooner or later they're on his bed, both naked but covered by the sheets. He's on top of her, kissing her in places he's wanted to discover for so long, and Katara running her fingers against the skin on his back as they become one.
"Aang..."
She repeats his name over and over as he removes the betrothal necklace Zuko made for her on the day of their wedding. He throws it across the room, and it lands on the floor right next to where their clothes are. His hand moves up to her face to touch her cheek, and she leans into the touch.
"I love you, Katara."
He says to her before taking her lips once again, and he swears she hears her say she loves him too. Then they'd lie in bed together, the cool air from the morning dawning upon them, and she'd look at him and say how much she misses being with him. He takes her hand, kisses the back of it, and wishes for this moment to last forever.
It's there that he wakes up, noticing his pillows on the ground and the sheets sticky with what he assumed was his own doing. He sighs heavily, and lays back against his bed thinking of the dream over and over, hoping that if he did it'd somehow become a reality.
