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It was night when Katara discovered that the most beautiful harmonies in the world, didn't come from music itself, but people instead.

Aang stood in front of her, his autumn colored robes wrapped snuggly around his body, accentuating his muscular build and brightening his pale features in the candlelight. His warm, silver gaze was locked on her's of cerulean, eyes hopeful as he held his tattooed hand out for her to take.

The kids were already tucked into their beds, the demands of the children tiring both of the parents out after a long day. After countless bedtime stories and checks for evil spirits beneath their beds, Aang and Katara were finally able to extinguish the lights of their children's rooms and leave them to fall into a peaceful sleep.

Katara had gone back into the living room to clean up some of the kid's toys when Aang had appeared in front of her. Usually after putting the children to bed, the Avatar would retire to his study to go over some paper work and letters resulting in him staying up for half the night before joining her in bed much later.

But it looked like tonight was going to be different.

Katara raised a brow at the man's outstretched hand, her expression skeptical.

"What, Aang?"

The man smiled at the dubious tone of her voice, his eyes crinkling slightly as he released a low chuckle.

"I'm asking you to dance."

To this, the master waterbender scoffed. The two of them were both exhausted and he wanted to dance? There wasn't even any music.

"I'm afraid I'm going to have to decline, Avatar."

The man's face fell at her answer, but soon his smile was back.

"Please?"

His tone was pleading, almost desperate. Katara grew even more suspicious at his insistence of a dance, pausing in her action of picking up a doll that lay haphazardly on the floor.

"Did you do something that I'm going to be mad about?"

It was Aang's turn to be confused, "No? I was just asking if you wanted to dance."

A crease formed between Katara's brow, guilt setting in after she realized how accusing her tone must have sounded to him. Setting the doll down on a table laying beside their couch, the woman turned her back to him.

"There isn't any music."

A pair of warm arms came up and wrapped around her waist, the woolen material of his robes in stark contrast with the silken sash that lay there. She stiffened for a moment before relaxing against him, allowing the man to pull her tightly to his chest and rest his bearded chin on her shoulder. Tilting his face to the side, he placed a tender kiss on the skin of her neck.

"There doesn't need to be," He whispered in her ear, the smile on his face grazing across her skin as he placed a delicate kiss on her cheek as well.

Turning within the circle of his arms, Katara wrapped her own arms around his middle, gazing up at him expectantly.

"Alright then."

The Avatar's smile widened, his eyes brightening. Leaning down, Aang gave his wife a slow kiss in thanks that left her breathless.

Disentangling himself from Katara's hold, the man took a few steps back into the middle of the living area. He bowed with great flourish as Katara giggled quietly at the sight. Her husband always was a bit of a goof.

When he stood up straight once again, he offered her his hand. This time she took it. Her own tanned fingers joined with his pale ones and suddenly she was being pulled back into his arms.

They adjusted into their usual dancing positions. Aang's arm tightly held on to her waist as she placed one hand delicately upon his shoulder. Their other hands were clasped together, fingers interlaced and palms pressed firmly to the other.

At first, they were quiet. Katara laid her head on Aang's chest, hearing his familiar heartbeat thump seemingly to an imaginary beat. The man's chin was resting on top of her dark brown curls, his lips every once and awhile kissing the strands that lay there.

"So what brought this on?"

Katara really was curious as to why all of a sudden Aang had asked her to dance. It wasn't unusual for them to spend time together at night, but usually that time was spent over a romantic dinner or cuddling in bed. This was just so different and random. But it was so Aang.

"I just feel bad that I have been spending so much time at the council lately," The Avatar answered after a moment, spinning her fluidly before drawing her back to his chest, "I just wanted us to do something special."

"And that was for us to dance?"

Aang chuckled, "Well, yes. It's something we don't get to do often. The only time I get to dance with you is when we are in public and that's when it's considered improper for me to hold you so close."

"Like that's ever stopped you," Katara teased, rolling her eyes at her husband's statement. Aang laughed once again.

"You're right," He conceded, the smile never leaving his face, "I just wanted to spend some time with my beautiful wife is all. I thought this would be romantic."

Katara grinned at the man's response, laying her head back on his chest and resting her ear above where his heart was. The thumping continued on, but there was something different about it this time.

It was the fact that Katara could hear her own heartbeat pounding in her ears due to the blush rising in her cheeks.

Their heartbeats were in near perfect time.

The waterbender had noticed it before on occasion, like when they laid in bed and she curled up to his chest. She knew that they were connected on several various levels, one including spiritually, but this was completely different. This was something that physically connected them in a way that neither could plan or force.

They were two wonderful heartbeats, that created a lovely harmony. That's why they needed no music to dance. Because no song could capture the dynamic and bond that they had.

"It is romantic," Katara murmured, closing her eyes and listening to the wonderful melody that continued on.

Many years in the future, Katara stood in the middle of her cold room.

There was no warmth in the South Pole. There was no warmth anywhere. Ever since he had died, she couldn't shake the cold that seemed to follow her around everywhere.

It was like a shadow.

The woman looked very different now. She was shorter than she had been at one time, stooped over due to the emotional load she had to carry for so many years. Her dark hair was now a snowy white, one that matched the frigid terrain near perfectly.

Tears fell from her light eyes, ghosting over the wrinkled skin of her cheeks. She tried desperately to wipe them away, the momentary lapse of vulnerability causing her to scoff quietly under her breath, but she couldn't chase them off.

She had heard it.

Korra had passed her firebending test and was now probably half way to Republic City, the young girl determined to find her own path as the Avatar.
Katara had caught her in the middle of her escape, somehow knowing in her heart that the waterbender would do just that. But Katara just wanted a goodbye.

She got a little more than she bargained for.

When Korra hugged her, just as she had many times, the woman heard it. The noise was faint, but it was still there.

She heard Korra's heartbeat and within that heartbeat, she heard her own.

Aang had once made a comment about friendships transcending lifetimes, and she usually never thought much about it. But now it made sense.

Though Korra was a very different person from Aang, the connection and bond was still there.

That thought alone was enough to break Katara for just a moment, her gloved hands coming up to cover her face and muffle the sobs that broke free from her lips.

There was nothing more that she wanted in that moment than to have him there with her, to have those beautiful stormy eyes looking into her own, to be able to dance with him once again.

But even though the dance was over, it didn't mean the song couldn't go on.