I'm still waiting for those votes, people. So far no one wants the guy in the story. Good, neither do I. (Sorry, Zuko, baby. Don't worry; I'll come back for you in another story). Isn't that messed up? I love to see Katara and Aang together, but I have a soft spot for Zuko. Whatever. So, anyways, here is my wonderful new story.

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Katara, Aang, and Sokka were on Appa, making good progress to Omashu. Sokka was snoring and Katara was lying beside him, thinking. Aang was on Appa's head, guiding him.

Aang and I really need to talk, Katara thought, crawling carefully towards Aang. Lying down, she looked at him quietly. Aang noticed her and looked up, happy that it was dark out so that she couldn't see him blush. She has that effect on me, he thought.

"Hi, Katara," he said, deciding to start the conversation.

"Hey, Aang," she said before continuing. "I haven't talked to you all day. How are you?"

He shrugged. Not much to go on.

"So, um, Sokka told me that he talked to you about some, uh, stuff," she told him.

"Yea, it was kind of embarrassing," he stated.

"I know it is. My dad gave the same one to me before he went on to war," Katara said. Aang looked up at him, trying hard not to laugh.

"At least another guy told me about that, and it was humiliating enough. I couldn't imagine your father telling you about that stuff," Aang said, before he let his hold on his laughter go. Katara watched him, laughing along.

"Yea, well, that's life you know?" she said.

"Yea," he said, hesitating. I wonder if I should tell her that I heard her little discussion with Sokka. Before his mind could decide, his mouth told her what he heard. Please don't be mad. Surprisingly she wasn't (A/N: and we all know how she can overreact.).

"Yea, well, I hate to admit it, but he was right. We should be careful about how far we go," she suggested, not realizing that she was holding her breath.

"Yea, I know. And we will," Aang said. They looked at each other. Both wanting their relationship, both knowing what could happen, but never wanting to remember what could happen. They smiled at each other.

"So let's put that behind us," Katara said. Aang nodded in agreement, never once releasing his gaze on his new girlfriend. He crawled up and kissed her. She gave in, lying down so that he could be on top of her. His hands went up and down her back and her legs; she traced along his arrows, which made him shiver lightly under her touch.

They broke apart and sat up, each sweaty and happy, looking at the other. Katara lied down onto his lap, quickly falling asleep. Aang woke Sokka up for his turn guiding Appa, then lying down beside Katara, falling asleep.

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Katara woke up at sunrise, looking around at her surroundings. Sokka was steering Appa and when she saw how close Aang was, she started to blush. She got up and bended some water to clean her face. She looked down at Aang, stroking his cheek. You can sleep so peaceful even when you have the weight of the world on your shoulders. Shaking her head, she went to go talk to her brother. "Morning, Sokka," she said.

"Morning, Katara. How was your sleep," he asked her, smirking. It was fine. I don't like that look on his face. It is like he knows something that I don't. Her suspicions were confirmed.

"I saw how close you two were sleeping," he said.

"Sokka, don't start that with me. We weren't doing anything. Leave us alone," she argued, trying to not let her voice get too high.

"You better not be doing anything," her brother commented. Katara rolled her eyes. Why is he overreacting so much? I thought that he was okay with this!

"Look, Katara, I just don't want anything to happen, okay? I mean, what I saw yesterday, it scarred me as a big brother." Katara couldn't help but giggle at his last statement. "Plus he is one of my closest friends. It is against code for a guy to go out with his best friend's sister." I never heard about that one, Katara thought.

She sighed. "Sokka, I told you before, we'll be careful, okay?" she said, getting a little frustrated that they were going through this again. Sokka saw her expression and calmed down. I'm just not going to let my baby sis' get screwed by some 12-year-old. The two sat in silence.

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Aang woke up just at the end of Katara and Sokka's conversation. He had only heard Katara say that they would be careful, so he knew that Sokka was still giving them a hard time. Whatever, he is always going to be like that. No point in worrying about it. Sighing,he got up and hit his head with a gentle blast of cool air to wake him up, then bended water to clean his face. He turned around to let the two companions know that he was awake, but they were already looking at him.

"How much of that did you hear?" Sokka asked him.

"The last thing Katara said," Aang answered, stretching out before sitting down.

Katara and Sokka nodded their heads like they approved. Sokka turned back to face in front of him.

"Hey, guys! There is land! Do you want to stop?" he asked.

"Yea, sure." It would be nice if I could take a bath," Katara said.

"Aang?"

"Whatever," Aang said, not caring if they stopped or not.

"Okay, going down." Sokka steered Appa, gracefully landing.

Momo was the first one off, quickly disappearing, probably to find some fruit.

"I'll be right back," Katara said, grabbing a change of clothes and a dry rag. Aang watched her go, staying and practicing his bending.

"Sooo, Aang. How are things going with Katara?" Sokka asked, bored and trying to make conversation.

"Things are good; thanks for asking," Aang replied, concentrating on his bending. He looked over at the warrior. Sokka was not paying any attention; in fact, he was softly snoring. Sighing, Aang stopped practicing for a few minutes and ate some pears. How are things going with Katara? I mean we kiss and all, but we never spend some alone time together. Aang remembered that the last time that they had really talked was when they were back at the Southern Water Tribe, and Yue was showing them the Water Temple. Oh, well. We can talk later. He was about to start practicing again when Katara came back. Her hair was still wet. I love how her hair looks when it is down. The water drops clung to the soft strands, glistening in the sun.

"You look great, Katara," Aang commented, not once taking his eyes off of her. Katara faintly blushed, then sat down on the sand to comb out her hair.

"Thanks, Aang," she said, smiling. I love him so much. He is so sweet and kind and brave. You don't find a guy like that much anymore. Her thoughts wandered to Haru and Jet. Nope, you don't, she thought, not once doubting her decisions about Aang. (A/N: don't worry, the drama I promised will come a little later. I'm just trying to get their relationship off the ground. No pun intended.) She finished combing her hair, putting it in two braids. (A/N: aw, come on, like you don't get tired of the same style all the time) She looked at hi, smiling again. She leaned in and gave a light peck on his lips, then started to eat some fruit. When she was done, she talk again.

"So, Aang. When do you want to start practicing?" she asked him, not noticing a slight fall in his expression.

"We can start a little later, but can I ask you something?" he said.

"Yea, sure. Anything," she answered, looking at him intently.

"Do you want to hang out for about an hour? You know, before we start to practice water bending?" the monk asked, waiting excitedly for her answer.

"That will be great. We haven't spent some time together for a while," she said, clearly happy with the thought of talking, kissing and just being with Aang.

Smiling, they got up, walking down the back.

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Okay guys, that's all. I gotta get ready for school (please don't let them make me go). I'll write soon. And you know that blue button? Yes, it wants you to review. Plus, I like getting those emails that says you do.