A/N: I'm sorry guys. I lost my muse. But after watching Titanic, I found it again!

Zuko didn't sleep a wink the entire night. The last word Katara muttered before she fell asleep in his arms, kept him awake all night. He tried not to over analyze it and enjoy her company while it lasted, but he just couldn't let it go. He contemplated waking her up just to ask, but that would spoil the moment. His thoughts drifted from Fire Fountain City, to Katara, from the Fire Lord, to Katara, from Mai, to Katara, from his Mother, and back to Katara. He stared at the back of her head, and couldn't resist kissing her shiny, wavy, brown hair. Zuko let his lips linger, he wasn't sure why, but there wasn't a good reason to pull away. Slowly, his mouth slid from the top of her head, to her temple, ear, jawline, cheek- He caught himself.

Why did he stop? Katara couldn't figure out why he just abruptly halted his lips. Well, its a good thing he stopped. I would have been upset if he had gone any further! She thought about the what would have happened if he didn't, and began to bite her bottom lip. Would I really be mad though? Katara found herself wishing he would have just slid his lips a bit further. Is it so wrong? I am a teenage girl, I can fantasize. There isn't anything wrong with that! But its Zuko... That's what's wrong...

The ship's rudders ceased. The anchor dropped, and they could both the feel the line of footsteps making there way through the hallway, up the steps and onto the deck. Zuko woke Katara from her fake slumber.

"Katara!" Zuko whispered harshly. "Katara! Wake up! I think we've docked."

Zuko stood up and looked out the porthole. In the distance, he saw a giant, bronze, fire breathing statue. He looked into the bronze giant's lifeless and shuddered. The last time he was here, it was for the unveiling ceremony of statue his father had ordered built in his image. It was to remind the people of his great power, and to strike pride, fear, and respect in their hearts. Ozai also told him and Azula, if they became great, powerful leaders one day, they would have one of their own. At the time, Zuko wanted nothing more. But now... He wanted to restore balance to his nation and sink that statue to the bottom of the sea. Oh how things have changed...

"Zuko" Katara came from behind and stood next to him. "When should we begin putting our plan into action?"

"When breakfast arrives." Zuko didn't turn around. He kept his eyes fixated on the statue. "The old man should be the easiest to over power."

"Until then?"

"Just wait." He faced her. "And be ready."

Hours had past, and they were going weary with hunger. It didn't help that it was high noon and the Sun's rays filled the small room.

"Its been six hours Zuko!" Katara grabbed her stomach. "Why haven't they fed us yet!"

"I'll tell you why." A voice came from the doorway, but it wasn't the old man. "I know you two were planning on escaping."

Katara and Zuko just stared at Zhao, shocked.

"You really think I would keep you in here for days, with nothing else to do but plot to escape?" Zhao smiled. "For two master benders and escape artists, I'm surprised you under estimated me."

Neither of them spoke.

"I suppose you want to know how?" Zhao looked back and forth between the water and fire bender. "Alright, I'll tell you. You see that vent?" He pointed to a small hole in the right upper corner. "Its connected to small room, where someone has been listening to your every word, and watching your every move since the moment you have arrived."

Katara face turned beet red.

Zuko erupted. "You've been spying on us!"

"Oh yes, privacy is a privilege Prince Zuko." Zhao clasped his hands behind his back. "And Miss Mai was quite interested in learning of your recent sleeping arrangements."

"Where's Mai!"

"Truthfully, I'm not quite sure. I sent a letter detailing your capture to Princess Azula, and Mai was especially intrigued that her boyfriend was sleeping around with the water tribe slut."

"Aghhhh!" Zuko lunged at Zhao, but two guards quickly wrestled him back to the ground.

"I see you haven't left that temper behind Prince Zuko." Zhao smirked. "It'll be the end of you when you're in prison."

"You won't win Zhao! I'm telling you! You won't!"

"Haven't I already won?" Zhao turned around and headed out the door. "Oh, and so I can keep and eye on you two, you'll be heading into town today with me. I don't trust any of my idiot guards." He ignored glances from the crew members. "And you'll be in chains of course."

After the door closed behind him, Katara and Zuko both looked at each other. Zuko pointed to the vent and put a finger over his lips. She stared back into his eyes, disgusted. A tear rolled down her cheek, but she still didn't break her silent stare. Zuko's eyes grew wide when he realized what it must have sounded like to her.

"Katara... I...-"

She walked past him, and made her way to the cot. She laid down, and fixed her gaze at the wall. The waterbender tried not to cry, but it was just too much. Her body quivered, her cries were muffled, and she drew breaths in a broken rhythm.

Zuko got down on his hands and knees, and began to crawl towards her body, as if begging forgiveness. He reached out and rested his palm on her shoulder, and squeezed. Katara shrugged it off, and scooted closer to the gray wall.

"Katara, please... Just listen to me."

She rolled over, and stared him down with her red, puffy eyes. He leaned forward, and brushed her wet matted hair off her face. He moved in closer and kissed the dry tears off her cheek. She did not resist. Katara reached forward and traced his soft lips with her fingertips. Zuko grabbed her hand, and pressed her palm into his lips. He looked over the top of her fingertips, refusing to break eye-contact. Zuko searched her eyes, looking for any type of answer. When he felt like he had sufficient permission, he slowly slid his mouth from her wrist to the inside of her elbow, planting small kisses whenever he stopped. The less Katara resisted, the bolder Zuko grew. He made his way from her arms, to her neck, to her face. He parted her lips with his tounge, and to his surprise, she greeted him with hers. Katara pulled him onto her mat, and placed his hands on her waist. She grabbed his shirt, and pulled his chest on top of hers. Zuko moaned when he felt her breasts beneath him. His tounge was quick, and darted in and out of her mouth. She took the slow and steady approach, preferring to wrap and intertwine, occasionally biting. He used his free hand caress her smooth, firm leg. She raised her hips, wrapped her legs around his waist, and began to grind into him. He followed suit, making the presence is his pants known. He felt her hand slide down his back, and enter the waistband of his pants. She rubbed his soft, bare skin, and traced circles on his thigh. Zuko knew they were entering dangerous and uncharted territory.

"Katara, as much as I am enjoying this," Zuko smiled and rolled on his back still breathing heavily, "We need to stop."

She propped herself on her elbow and looked back at him, puzzled and confused. "But... Why?"

"Because, I don't want us to do anything we'll regret." He pointed at the vent. "Plus there's people watching us." He watched Katara's eyes shift down to his pants.

Zuko stood up, embarrassed. "Oh."

Katara still didn't look away. "Well, um... what are you gonna do about that?"

"Oh well that should go down eventually." He turned away and awkwardly walked back towards his cot.

Katara looked down and blushed. "If you want..."

Zuko gulped. He couldn't move. "No, erm... that's... that's alright." You're such an idiot. "I can handle it myself." That didn't sound right. "I mean! Uh... Um..."

Katara stood up and walked towards him. "Zuko, I'm a bloodbender." She closed her eyes. "Here hold still."

Zuko let out a sigh as his bulge receded. "Oh... so that's what you meant..."

"What? What did you think I meant?" Katara lifted one brow up.

"Well, you know..." Zuko blushed and rubbed the back of his neck.

Katara smirked. "Zuko, you may be a Prince, but don't expect me to give you the Royal Treatment."

As the sun rose on the ship, the sun was also rising on Ember Island, where Aang had been up all night trying to figure out what to do about Toph.

"This is so stupid! I'm supposed to be saving the world! Not worrying about Toph's feelings!" Aang kicked the leg of the bed. "I just need to tell her I don't like her and get her to move on. We need to focus on the mission, not each other!" Aang walked quickly down the hallway and knocked on Toph's door.

"Toph? Can I come in?

"What do you want!"

"We need to talk."

"Fine."

Aang opened the door to Toph sprawled out on the floor. "Why are you laying on the ground?"

"Because I want to! Got a problem with that twinkle toes?"

"No, its just... never mind." Aang didn't want to get into an argument. "We need to talk."

"About?"

"Us."

"There's nothing to talk about."

"I think there is."

"No, there isn't!"

"Toph, this is ridiculous! You have feelings for me, that's fine. But we need to focus on the mission! We can figure everything out later!"

Toph snorted. "You want to talk about focusing?!" She stood up. "Let's talk about the night Zuko and Katara were captured!"

"What does that have to do with anything!"

"They snuck out! Together!" She was screaming now. "I caught them making out! You want to talk about focusing! Talk to them!"

"You're lying!" Now Aang was screaming too. "Katara wouldn't do that too me!"

"Go check her room!" Toph stepped closer. "And get out!"

He stood outside Toph's room, staring at her door. No way. She's lying. It isn't true. Something inside Aang still told him to check Katara's room. He ran down the hallway and stood outside her closed door. This is wrong. I know Katara and she would never do that too me! I'm stupid for believing Toph. This whole thing is stupid! Still, Aang couldn't leave her doorway. His mind wandered to their strange behavior the past few weeks. When they ditched him in the wax museum, when he caught Katara coming back in the middle of the night, and all the weird looks they had been giving each other. I have to know for sure. He opened the door and peered around. Aang looked under her bed, in her nightstand, dresser, the bathroom, but he couldn't find anything. See? She was lying. As he was walking out the door, something caught the corner of his eye. It was a piece of paper sticking out from under the mattress. He read the note. It fell from his hands and landed at his feet. Aang crawled in Katara's bed, and cried himself to sleep.

"Zuko, tell me about Mai."

I knew this was coming. "What do you want to know?"

"Are you still with her?" Katara looked up, hopelessly begging to Yue that he wasn't.

Zuko sighed. "Well, I'm not entirely sure."

"How can you not be sure?"

"I broke up with her, but then she rescued me." Zuko put down his spoon. "I'm not sure what that means."

"Well, are you still in love in with her?" Katara didn't want to hear the answer, she wasn't quite sure why she asked.

He almost spit out his soup. "I'm... not sure."

That means yes. "Zuko, if you are I need you to tell me. Now." I need to know. Katara was afraid of falling in love with Zuko, but even more fearful that she was. If he was in love with someone else, she needed to know now.

"Why do you want to know so badly?"

They both said nothing, not wanting to share their truthful answers.

"I think I deserve to know the answer Zuko." She wasn't going to let him escape answering.

"I love Mai,"

Katara felt like someone had stabbed her in the heart. Why do you care so much? You didn't love him...

"But, I'm not in love with her."

"What's the difference?" Katara hissed.

Zuko could see the hurt and jealously in her eyes, and hear it in her voice. "I care about her very much, but not in a romantic way."

She was shocked. Katara thought for sure they were in love. Zuko whispered her name sometimes in his sleep.

"I answered your question, so now you have to answer mine."

Katara slurped up the last of her breakfast. "What question?"

"Why do you care?" Just tell me that you love me.

"..."

"Katara, why do you care?!"

"Toph wanted to know, she didn't want to ask."

"Oh c'mon! Just tell me that you have feelings for me!" Zuko didn't have anymore patience.

"What? I do not!" Katara's face grew red. "That's a bold accusation!"

"Katara. Please. I was the one who had to stop us from going to far not even an hour ago!"

"So? I'm attracted to you? That doesn't mean I have feelings for you."

"No one kisses like the way you do without feelings behind it."

"I'm just a good kisser."

"Then why did you get so upset when I said I love Mai?"

Katara didn't have an answer for that. "Zuko..." She saw the pleading look in his eye, and knew she had to give him something. "I may have a small crush on you."

That was all Zuko needed. He leaned across the food tray and kissed her on the cheek. "Thank you Katara."

"And thank you, for stopping us this morning."

"I just didn't want us to do anything we would regret."

"I know, but I don't think I would have regretted it."

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