A/N: Rated M! But mostly fluff, with some suggested themes. I read a lot of fanfictions about Aang's bending going away for a while whilst he goes through puberty. Seems legit. Anyways, I still can't get over the season finale of Korra!

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"Wake up!" The urgent yet gentle voice stirred Aang awake.

"What is it?" he groaned. His voice barely squeaked.

"I want to bend." Aang noticed that it was Katara, leaning over him, her knees pressed against his back. Aang hurriedly sat up, moving away from Katara.

"Why?" he whined. Katara pointed up to the sky.

"It's a full moon." Aang looked up and saw that she was right. "I know I shouldn't wake you up – you need your sleep – but I just feel so restless . . . if I don't bend I feel like I'll implode." Aang could see the desperation in her face, and how it seeped into her words.

"Okay," he said at last, standing up.

"Thank-you so much!" Katara said happily, hugging him quickly. Aang blushed, but luckily, Katara was already moving away. Aang followed her.

The Gaang had gotten together to celebrate a year since the Firelord was defeated. So, instead of staying at some fancy hotel, they decided that they would camp out like they used to. They had made sure that the campsite was near water, earth, and far away from trees to be able to firebend freely.

That in mind, the small pond wasn't very far from where Aang and Katara had camped. Sokka wasn't very happy about it, but he and Zuko both had their tents a little farther from the others so they could be alone with their girlfriends. Katara had made a point of that to Sokka, and backed it up with the fact that Aang and she didn't even have tents, so anyone could see them.

Sokka had accepted, and both Katara and Aang's pallets were side by side. Not that Aang didn't enjoy sleeping besides Katara, but recently he had been going through some . . . changes. It was difficult being around her when he would wake up almost every morning hard. And usually because of her. Sokka had explained it to him a few months ago, and how it was normal. He'd said it would blow over. Aang sighed and hoped it would. It could get really annoying.

"Aang? Are you alright?" Aang shook his head to clear it. He was standing near the water's edge, still dressed. He hurriedly stripped and waded into the water with Katara. "Will you mind if we fight? I really have a lot of built up tension."

Aang shook his head again. "I don't mind." He smirked. "I just don't want to hurt you."

Katara laughed. "As if you could," She took her stance, and hurled water at him.

Aang's smirk only grew. He knew exactly how to re-direct this, and get her soaked. But when Aang tried to bend to water . . . nothing happened.

Katara laughed happily, thinking she had bested him. But when she saw Aang's confused face, she quieted. "Aang . . . is something wrong?"

"My-my bending . . . it didn't work." Aang's voice was horrified, and his face a perfect mask of devastation.

"I'm sure it's working, Aang. Maybe your stance was off?" Katara consoled.

Aang's eyes were wide, and full of fear. He tried to waterbend a small trickle, and still nothing happened. "It's not working!"

Katara walked over to him. "Try earthbending!"

Aang took a stance, and tried to raise a small rock. It quivered. "It's not working either!" his voice was panicked, and cracking.

Katara was getting worried too. "Try air and fire!"

Aang tried to firebend. Nothing happened. Then he tried to airbend. The air only stirred a little. "Katara . . . I've lost my bending!" His voice cracked on almost every word, and he hid his face in shame.

"Aang," Katara said soothingly. "I'm sure it's not gone. Maybe it's just . . . not cooperating?"

Aang looked up at her with wide eyes. "Why wouldn't it? I've mastered all of them!"

Katara placed a hand on his shoulder. "I've noticed that you've been . . . growing." She started, her cheeks lightly pink. "And your voice has been getting deeper. Maybe since you're changing, so is your bending!"

"Changing by not being there?" Aang said miserably. His cheeks were slightly red from what Katara had said. So she's been noticing me, he thought happily.

"Well, no." She said uncertainly. "But since you're turning from boy to man, maybe your bending is changing from that of a boy's, to that of a man's."

Aang smiled slightly. "So you think it will come back?"

"Of course. And I'm sure that when it does, it will be even more powerful." Katara smiled that smile that made Aang's heart melt.

"Thanks, Katara." Aang said, and hugged his girlfriend.

"Any time." Katara replied, sighing. She wrapped her arms around him and snuggled into his chest.

Aang tried to control himself when Katara pressed herself against him. Puberty was making his hormones react to even the smallest touch, and Aang knew that if they continued like this, he wouldn't be able to hold back.

He pulled back awkwardly. "Sorry, but you know how I get when we touch." He said sheepishly.

Katara's smile wasn't convincing. "Yeah, I understand." She hesitated. "But, Aang . . . I really don't mind."

Aang blushed. "Well, I do . . . it's embarrassing when I can't even control myself!"

"Aang, it's flattering, really." Katara assured him. "And I miss you. We haven't kissed in forever."

Aang hung his head in shame. "I know, I know. I just don't trust myself right now, Katara."

Katara sighed, "Okay. But when you do trust yourself, you owe me."

Aang ears turned pink. "Okay," he squeaked.

Katara smiled. "Well, since you can't bend, and won't kiss me, maybe we could work on your stances?"

Aang was hesitant. Working on his stance meant that Katara would have to touch him. But he couldn't refuse Katara again. "Sure."

Katara nodded happily, and started calling out stances. Aang was a little rusty since he hadn't practiced like this in a while. Katara would tap his wrist or knee if he was off. When she was circling around him, she noticed his hip was off, and reached over to pull it backwards. Katara's hand was a little too close to his manhood for comfort, and he jumped forward with a yelp.

"Katara!" Aang squeaked. His member started to wake.

"Sorry! Did I touch something?" Katara's face was etched with worry and shame.

"No- you didn't touch anything." Aang's face turned red and he bit his lip. "It's just hard being around you right now. " Aang could've kicked himself at the double meaning. "Could you give me a few moments to calm everything down?"

Katara's face turned a little red, too. "Yeah, I'll just go into the woods for a while."

Aang smiled apologetically. "Thanks, Katara." Katara nodded and started to wade back to shore. Aang sunk himself waist deep into the cold water, hoping it would help.

Once Katara was hidden by the trees, Aang groaned and lay back on the water. What was he going to do about this? They were going to be camping together for another few days, and (hopefully) be together for far longer. If Aang got like this every time they touched . . . Aang shook his head to clear it of such thoughts and began to go to shore to meditate it away.

Aang sat down, and felt slightly uncomfortable crossing his legs. He felt vulnerable, and exposed. So instead of the traditional meditation position, Aang laid down, closing his eyes and trying to control his breathing. But his thoughts kept on going to Katara, and his condition wasn't getting any better.

"Katara?" He called out grudgingly. He heard the rustling of leaves, and then saw Katara walk out from the trees.

"Yeah, Aang?" She asked. "Are you . . . under control?"

Aang shook his head. "Almost . . . I was wondering if you would kiss me."

Katara's eyebrows turned down in confusion. "Wouldn't that make it worse?"

Aang smiled sheepishly. "Yeah, but . . . I'm tired of staying away from you."

Katara smiled too and went to lie beside Aang. "You kiss me first."

Aang rolled onto his side and slowly captured Katara's lips with his. Katara sighed happily and put her arms around his neck. Aang could feel himself tightened, but ignored it, trying to focus on kissing Katara. It wasn't long before Katara rolled on top of him, straddling his hips. Aang knew she felt him, but Katara didn't say anything, and continued to kiss him soundly. Aang moaned into her mouth when she shifted against him.

"K-Katara . . . maybe this wasn't a good idea . . ." he felt almost painfully hard.

"Am I hurting you?" Katara's voice was husky, and her breath tickled his neck.

"No . . . it just feels too good." Aang moved his head to the side.

"Remember? You owe me." Since she couldn't reach his lips, she started kissing his neck.

Aang gasped loudly and tried to pull Katara away. "Katara, if we keep going, I'm afraid we won't be able to stop."

"You might not trust yourself, Aang, but I trust myself. I want to wait till our wedding night." Katara's lips once again planted themselves firmly against the skin of his neck, but Aang didn't mind, for he was smiling ear to ear.

"You want to marry me?" He asked happily.

"I have for a long time, Aang." Katara replied. Aang turned his head so that he was looking at her.

"You're the only girl I'll ever want to marry, Katara." Aang said, and then kissed her.

They didn't get back to their pallets till sunrise.