Hey guys. This is chapter 11, which reminds me of something very important. I reached chapter 10!throws party that lasts past midniteSo anyways, to those who want to know, I do have plenty of plot twists that will probably make you check twice to remind you that this story is a Kataang. You heard me. I even have a list of chapters 11 to 17. So if you want to go a little deeper into the emotions, and don't mind if the characters seem a little OOC, then stay. But it won't happen just yet; not in this chapter. The roller-coaster rides start in chapter 12. But enough with that. Here is the eleventh chapter. Enjoy! Warning:a light arguments and lots of fluff!

I don't won Avatar: TLA

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Aang and Katara sat against Appa, holding hands, and enjoying being together. They were breathing heavily because they had just finished with a great make-out. Aang looked at Katara and placed a gentle kiss upon her lips, allowing himself to enjoy her closeness.

"I love you," he said.

"I love you, too." Katara looked into his sparking gray eyes, eyes that she had hurt so much.

"I'm sorry." She hugged him, trying to find comfort in the one person she knew understood her more that anyone else.

"So am I." The two held each other for a few minutes. Aang breathed in her sweet, ocean-y scent. Katara giggled at this, pulling back and smiling.

She's so happy, he sighed, taking in her smile.

Katara noticed him looking at her and blushed deeply. She sighed and looked at him. I'm so happy to see his eyes full of that happy sparkle again. Aang saw her and turned away, hiding a blush. If you would have seen them form a distance, they would have seemed like the perfect couple. Aang stood up and offered his hand; Katara grabbed it and pulled herself up.

She looked into the distance, seeing the dusk. "We should go, Aang. Sokka is probably worrying about us." She brushed herself off and braided her hair. I do not want Sokka to have any kind of clues to what we were doing. Aang saw her put her hair up.

"Yea, we should. And I don't want Bumi to worry either." He watched as she finished. "You should wear your hair down more often. It's so pretty."

Katara blushed at his comment. "I haven't worn it down since my mom died. She used to help me brush it. It wasn't much, but it was nice to have that closeness to her everyday."

Aang nodded, trying to understand. I wouldn't know much about mothers, but still, I know how it feels to be close to someone. "Oh." Aang couldn't really say anything to her. Katara realized this and took his squeezed his hand.

"Don't worry about it, Aang. I'm fine," she reassured him. "Come on, let's go. It's getting dark really fast."

They walked towards the gate, hand in hand.

"Hey Katara? Where did your scratches come from?"

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The two stepped inside the castle as the last of the light disappeared. "Just in time," Katara said. She saw Sokka in the main hallway and his worried face. "Sokka, we're okay." Sokka nodded his head, still frowning.

"I know; I really wasn't worrying about you two. By the way, have you two made-up yet?" Sokka said.

"Yea, we have. Thanks for asking," Aang replied. I wonder why his face looks so upset. He soon got an answer.

"Uh, Katara, Aang. You have two visitors." Sokka motioned to a bench, and the couple now noticed two people sitting there: Samaria and Haru. They got up; Samaria had a smile on her face (so fake) and Haru looked apologetic.

"Hi," they said, stepping closer to Katara and Aang. Katara and Aang nodded towards Haru, but Katara had a hostile look on her face. I could understand why, Aang thought, remembering what Katara had told him about the two girls' fight.

"So. What do you two want?" Katara asked, trying really hard not to hurt Samaria for showing up at the palace. Haru started first.

"I just wanted to say that I'm sorry, Aang," he said, turning to the monk. "I'm not interested in Katara in that way, and I'm sorry if the kiss upset you. It didn't mean anything." He turned to Katara for support.

"Don't worry. We have already worked things out." Katara gave him a smile, hoping that it would cheer him up. She squeezed Aang's hand, signaling him to reassure Haru even more.

"It's okay, Haru. We're fine," Aang said. Samaria stood up, glaring daggers at all three of them.

"Whatever. And stop your sucking up Haru; it's extremely annoying." Samaria pushed Haru away, not caring that he got hurt. In fact, she smirked.

"If it wasn't for this floozy," she said, pointing a finger at Katara. Aang got really angry at the name.

"Don't call her that. She is not a floozy whatsoever," Aang said. He resisted the urge to literally throw Samaria out of the building.

The girl rolled her eyes. "Don't stick up for her. If I can remember correctly, you were the one who practically came crying to me saying that she had hurt you." Samaria almost fell over from laughing. She had tears in her eyes when she finally stopped. Katara and Aang looked at her with disgust. Aang shook his head. I can't believe that I actually liked this girl. She shuddered.

"As I continue, I brought you into my lovable charm. I knew you couldn't resist me." Samaria said. Aang looked down, ashamed. Katara decided that this was her chance to step in.

"Samaria, get out of this palace. Don't even look back. Don't ever mess with us again. Don't ever play with Aang's mind again. Yes, we were having trouble with our relationship, and yes, it was wrong for us to handle it the way we did. But now, you need to leave our lives. NOW!" Katara said all of that in a fatal tone of voice. She glowered at the earth bender and showed no intention of backing down. Samaria staggered back, knowing that Katara meant business. Haru, Sokka, and Aang watched the two girls.

"Fine. But don't worry, I'll be back!" she yelled, stomping out the doors. Katara sighed and sat down.

"Water," she requested, and Haru went and got it for her. Sokka and Aang looked at her with concern.

"Are you okay?" Sokka asked, reaching down and stroking her hair. Katara only nodded.

"Is she always like that?" Aang asked in a whisper. Why did I ever fall for her? Katara looked at him. She was crying.

"Yes," she said, then erupted into tears. Sokka stepped aside as Aang took her into her arms, stroking her and hugging her.

"I'm so sorry. I didn't know that she is so malicious." he whispered. Katara shook her head.

"It's not your fault. Please don't say you're sorry; I don't need any pity. I think that she just has a hard heart. She is ruled by jealousy and hate and resentment," Katara said. Aang nodded, understanding what she meant.

"I'm sorry for what she did to you. I can't believe that I let that happen to you," he pulled back and kissed her. Sokka winced in the background but let it go. Haru brought the water and told Sokka that he was leaving. Sokka waved good-bye and sat down on the bench.

Katara smiled weakly and kissed him back. "You're here now. That's all that matters." She let Aang hold her for a while, and let the beat of his heart comfort her. Sokka gave her the water; she took it and drank it.

"Feel better?" Aang asked. She nodded. "Come on, let's go to bed." He heard a throat clearing and saw Sokka raise an eyebrow. Aang blushed and shook his head, trying to send an "I'm-not-going-to-do-anything" look to him. Sokka relaxed and nodded his head, letting the two young teens go.

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Aang lay on his bed, dressed in a few nightclothes he had bought at the marketplace. He heard a soft knock on the bedroom door, and then looked up to see Katara standing over him. He scooted over on the bed and felt her warmth beside him. He turned towards her, placing an arm around her waist and pulling her closer. She sighed and buried her head into his chest.

"I wanted to be beside you," she said, her voice muffled. Aang smiled. For once I'm not embarrassed, he thought, considering that they were in his bed with the lights turned off. He snuggled closer, breathing in the flowery scent her hair held. Her hair, he realized, noticing that she had her hair down.

"Your hair," he said. She smiled.

"I thought that you would like it," was her answer. She leaned in until their lips touched, and gave him quick; light kisses, and then settled into a long, deep one. Aang returned the kiss and let her tongue travel into his mouth. Their hands traveled along each other's sides. Aang pulled back reluctantly, remembering the promise they had made to Sokka.

"We should stop before we go too far," he said, happy that it was dark so that she couldn't see his red face. Katara sighed.

"You're right," she said, still holding on to him. He kissed her neck a few times, and then gave her a few more on her lips. He stopped and pulled her even closer, both of them falling into a deep, restful sleep.

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Awwwww… wasn't that just so sweet? I love fluff. And I hate Samaria. That feels so weird to write, considering that she is named after me. Anyways, I hope you guys like the chapter! Please review!