Hi, everyone!

Welcome to this new AU modern Kataang fanfiction. Hope you like this idea.

Credit: Thank you vivilove (from AO3) for letting me give my take on the premise of your GoT Jonsa story "Her Beauty and the Moonlight Overthrew her" (I took the premise and tweaked it quite a bit), this fiction follows the direction of that first chapter.

I just read it and thought, this is so Kataang that I have to ask the author if I could use their premise and tweak it. They agreed, it inspired me and now this fic is born.

Also, ATLAM is not on hold for this fic, I just needed to vent out some smut, lol. Expect another ATLAM chapter this Wednesday.

Warning: Sexual content and swearing.

I don't own ATLA or anything else mentioned here.

Heated realization.

The summer hot breeze greeted his sweaty body as he got back inside his room, he hastily closed the window and started fanning himself with airbending. Taking Gyatso to the Airport was a much more difficult endeavor than he had anticipated. Not because the directions weren't clear, but because when the old Monk was on vacation he had the attention span of a toddler.

Anything would draw his attention and he would do all rather than get things done. What made it worse was the multitude of friends and acquaintances that Gyatso just bumped into in every place he seemed to hang around. Thus leading to long chats about any one thing you could imagine and, if the other person was older than Aang, long embarrassing stories about him.

It wasn't actually that problematic or annoying, Aang loved seeing Gyatso enjoy himself and have a laugh here and there. The smile of his Guardian was something that always warmed his heart to no end. But if they didn't make it in time he swore he would scold Gyatso like the little child he was acting out to be.

Eventually, they made it to the flight, and after a heartfelt goodbye, Gyatso boarded the plane towards The Southern Air Temple, for his decennial spiritual retreat. Thus leaving Aang with the house alone and a completely different plan that he had agreed to just days before.

He flopped down on his bed, the strings from the insides coiling, giving him a little push-up, and folded his hands behind his head. Not soon after, his lemur slipped through the window and sat comfortably on his lap, he heard a grunt from where he came and saw Appa's right eye looking at him. Aang sighed and spoke aloud, considering his position."It's going to be a long summer, boys...A long summer indeed"

For as long as he could remember, Aang Lekpai's best friend has been Toph Beifong. As friendships came, it was one of the weirdest out there. Their differences were palpable, the old friends' rule of compatibility seemed discarded, but it was their disparities that made them friends. For example, Aang was well-tempered and very calm, which served in appeasing the intense and fighter like Toph Beifong. He was very comprehensive in contrast to Toph who just repeatedly voiced her thoughts, no matter how inappropriate, this was something that went both ways. When Toph needed to vent, Aang was there, and when Aang needed a wake-up call, Toph was there. Overall, they worked very well together as friends.

At the start, Poppy Beifong was glad her daughter wasn't beating up a boy her age for a change, and Gyatso was relieved that his overexcited ward wasn't scaring a girl away. Gradually, and due to Gyatso's time-consuming role as the Representative of The Southern Air Temple on Ba Sing Se, Aang started to spend more and more time with the Beifongs, and subsequently, with their neighbors and lifelong friends, the Kesuks.

With time they became inseparable, sharing their toys and shows in their early years, and talking about their insecurities and triumphs as adolescents. As they neared young adulthood they shared with each other their thoughts about the future, where their lives were going, what they wanted.

And they also shared their secrets.

Well, it wasn't shared, it was rather Toph would feel Aang's anxiety through her seismic sense and then interrogate him until he confessed. Then he would beg her to tell one of hers in return, and she would give in because she couldn't deal with his pleading voice and gestures. Not that she would ever admit that.

Either way, they shared their secrets.

Well, most of them…

Aang had one secret he had not shared with Toph, and that he was very conscious about because of Toph's lie-detecting feet, much to his chagrin. One he fully intended to carry to his grave. See, he was in love with Toph's other best friend, Katara Kesuk.

When did this happen, one might ask.

The first moment he looked at her eyes, probably... or since puberty. Fifty-fifty.

The point was, Toph did not and could not know. Why?

Duh...She'll make me confess or tell Katara herself...or kick my ass...or laugh at me. Maybe even all of that combined.

Plus, he wasn't entirely sure Toph would even believe him if he told her. As friends went, Katara and Toph were about as different as the earth and moon.

And if they were so different, how did they become friends?

Katara was a really resilient and persistent girl from a young age. As soon as she laid eyes on Toph and saw how her parents sheltered her, how she struggled to be who she really was, there was no doubt in her mind she would try to help her any way she could. After all, she couldn't turn her back on people who needed her - that was one of the traits that Aang most appreciated from her.

After some meddling, fights, and difficult discussions, Katara managed to ease Toph's parents into accepting her daughter for who she was. In the process earning her Toph's respect, something that was incredibly rare for someone to achieve. They ended up bonding over the years and appreciating their differences, becoming best friends in the way.

At heart, they were both good people but their interests lay in nearly opposite directions. But that was the thing; the things that made Toph his buddy and practically a sister to him did not draw him towards her romantically whereas nearly everything about Katara did.

Toph was a really physical person, she expressed herself with punches rather than words most of the time.

Katara was deeply emotional, and you could easily see her feelings on her face. She was really in touch with them and liked to talk about them.

Toph was dirty clothes, a single outfit, and hair that resembled a bird's nest.

Katara was the definition of flawless, her looks were a sight to behold and she always took the time to look good, even arranging her hair with beautiful braids.

Toph was really loud, a good amount of times even obnoxious, an all-out teasing machine, but most of the time a good companion to laugh with.

Katara was much more calm and serene, - except when her temper hit - even so, conversation with her was very pleasant and profound.

Toph was quick to use her fists or earthbending in an argument.

Katara…well, she could grow really heated during an argument as well. But he'd never seen her hit anyone but her brother and she preferred healing rather than hurting. As her Doctor aspirations hinted at.

Anyway, the point is the two Beifong and Kesuk friends had Aang Lekpai wrapped around their little fingers in different ways even if neither of them was exactly aware of it.

Toph was Aang's best friend. She always had his back and was there for him. And he would do anything for her.

Katara was Aang's unspoken crush.

She's more than a crush. I love her.

And perhaps, or most certainly, he did. But, he didn't believe it was returned in the slightest. He wasn't even sure she thought of him for more than 5 seconds when he wasn't in her line of sight. Regardless, he'd do anything for her as well.

But obviously, nothing was ever going to come of this because he valued the Kesuks friendship too much to jeopardize it, right? As the years passed he came to think of them as family, except Katara obviously. Plus, besides being almost three years older than him, Katara was completely out of his league so even if he was ever crazy enough to attempt a move, he was sure to be shut down quicker than you could say hog monkey.

As it turned out though, eighteen-year-old Aang was a very oblivious teenager. But the summer before he left for college, he was going to learn a few things.

Toph's high-pitched voice had defined it as their last summer of freedom when the Kesuks had invited both of them to their beach house on Ember Island.

"Come on, Twinkletoes! You have to come!" Toph insisted while pointing at his vague direction across the couch.

"I don't know, Toph. I really think I should spend the summer preparing for Uni and earning some money" Aang tried to reason, but in his mind, he had already agreed, he just wanted to tease Toph back for once.

"Okay, think about this... what better way to practice for a political career than keeping the peace between me and Sokka? Also, they opened a new cinema in town...I'm willing to work there with you, Twinkletoes!" Toph negotiated swiftly.

"Hmmm, I don't know, Toph"

"Come on! I'm really stretching here!" Toph said holding him down with furrowed eyebrows, trying to make him see how difficult this was for her.

But Aang hadn't had enough, so he kept at it. "Okay… how about this...if you say the word...I'll go with you" Aang said while smirking, and trying to contain his laughter when Toph glared at him and stood up.

"In your dreams" She responded and put her hands on her hips in defiance.

"Okay then...I'm not going" He responded while shrugging, but unable to keep his grin out of his face.

"Ugh! You fucker! I'm gonna…Shit!" She complained, Aang was doing his best to not laugh, but it was hard, she rarely asked anything out of him, this was a rare opportunity. Toph took a couple of deep breaths and put on her calmest facade. "Okay...please, Aang?"

Aang's triumphant grin widened and he decided to take it further, much to his demise. "Please what, Toph?" he asked confusedly.

"That's IT! I'm going to kill you!" She said while jumping at him, he managed to evade her and they soon ended up running in circles around the couch, while Toph tossed rock after rock at his face and he stopped them midair with his airbending. In the end, he surrendered and gave in, he had savored Toph's pleading enough.

After a long chat about arrangements, Toph had told him that Katara was going too. At first, he didn't know how to feel about this, on one side seeing and interacting with Katara was always a privilege. But on the other, he would be falling in love even deeper with her the longer this went. That's why he painfully decided that after this one summer, it would be better that he not see Katara again until he could find someone else. All throughout High School, he couldn't get serious about one girl, because they would always turn into Katara when he least expected it, and then he'd feel guilty about it.

Maybe it was better that he choose Republic City University to follow his studies too. Maybe if things turned out right, he could lose his virginity to a real-life female instead of jerking off to Katara on a nightly basis.

But given what happened the first night on the summer house, he was sure that he would rescind himself to a life of celibacy. Oh well, I'll have to pledge my vows as a Monk after all. No problem.

They made it to the beachside house with Mr. and Mrs. Kesuk, after a long turbulence-free flight, while Appa and Momo followed along. Once there, they accommodated themselves and waited for the rest of the family to arrive.

After a while, Sokka and Suki made it, the couple spent a while unpacking and then engaged in conversation with Aang and Toph, who were playing some rounds of Mario Kart in the living room. They talked about a bunch of things, how Sokka was doing with his Mechanical Engineering major, how Suki was doing with her career as a fighter instructor, and her Kyoshi Warriors School.

The youngest best friends also got to talk about themselves, their aspirations, Aang with politics and Toph with construction, voicing her thoughts out about her progress with metalbending. A discipline she thought possible but couldn't really demonstrate for the moment. They spent a good portion of the night just doing that, catching up, and playing games.

Late into the night, as everyone was thinking about turning in, Katara made it at last. She was wearing an orchid pair of shorts and a floaty white off-the-shoulder top with her matching luggage, she was a walking daydream despite her seven-hour flight.

Aang hastily got up from the couch and went to help her with the luggage. "Let me help you with that!" He said as he took all the heavy pieces, and he delighted in the answering blush from the beautiful Waterbender. She had always looked so adorable when she blushed.

"Oh, thank you, Aang" She responded, he absolutely loved how she said his name, she always seemed to sing it.

As he went for the stairs towards her room he heard Sokka and Suki snicker at something and Toph shutting them up. Maybe they were teasing him, he must have looked ridiculous carrying so much luggage on his own up the stairs.

He made it to her door and left the things softly on the ground, she was right behind him and opened the door, then she turned to him and smiled while she said. "Thanks, Aang... you are really sweet" and then she opened the door and started moving the things around, he didn't want to intrude and enter the bedroom uninvited so he just stood awkwardly beside the doorway.

"No problem, Kat! Your parents went to bed an hour ago" He replied timidly.

"Yeah, I texted Mom to say I was running late. She and Dad are going on that hike in the morning with the Beifongs"

"Right." She was grimacing and rolling her neck as she sat the suitcases down on her bed. "Are you alright?" Do you need a massage? I'd totally give you a massage...anywhere you want. Not that he would say that out loud.

"Yeah...just really tired from the flight...and the semester. And life in general" She replied with a sigh as she kept arranging her things.

Katara had broken up with her boyfriend Zuko a few months ago, Aang knew. She'd not been sad exactly but definitely more withdrawn than usual. He hoped she wasn't missing him. He'd been an ass.

Maybe not as bad as Jet though.

Aang still fondly recalled giving that pervert a blackeye back in high school after he'd seen him shoving Katara and vilely cursing her in the hall one day because she didn't want to have sex with him. All his pacifism thrown out the window at the first sight of Katara in danger. It had been completely worth the suspension in Aang's opinion. He hadn't been alone in that. Toph had been angry she'd missed the chance to kick Jet's ass. Mr. Kesuk had even taken him out for dinner with Sokka afterward.

"This is purely because you're a growing boy and likely hungry. I am in no way condoning violence, Aang," Mr. Kesuk had proclaimed.

"Yes, Mr. Kesuk."

"Call me Hakoda. And, tell us how you punched that little shit again."

But the best part had been the way Katara had hugged him tightly, thanking him and making him feel like some sort of Avatar saving the world…until she'd said she couldn't believe he'd been so brave.

"He's three years older than you, Aang! And much taller! Thank you but I'm so glad you didn't get hurt."

Aang had looked disdainfully down at Jet knocked out on the floor. Hurt me? He might be bigger than me but there's no way that asshole was winning a fight with me when I'm fighting for you.

While he didn't believe Zuko had ever physically assaulted Katara, it had only taken one meeting for Aang to be certain he was obviously unworthy of her, he wasn't that bad but they just didn't match well together. Aang would freely admit he was biased when it came to Katara but from what Toph had shared he'd not been wrong either.

She saw him frown at her statement and then tried to light up the conversation. "Oh! I brought some gifts for everyone" she said and then dug on one of her briefcases and found a tank top. "This one is for you," she said with a smile and showed him the bison on the front of it.

"Wow! That's so cool! Thank you so much, Katara...I love it" He replied with a big grin.

She blushed a little and then continued. "You sure is the right size? It's the only one they had and I just thought of Appa" She said with a smile.

Aang had forgotten all about privacy and just stepped into her room and said. "Let me take a look. Appa's gonna love this one" He said as he took out his shirt, his back to Katara.

He didn't notice Katara's blush deepened, nor how she bit her lips and shifted her legs around. He pulled down the tank top and turned around with a smile and said. "How do I look?"

"Y-you look great!" She replied hastily while averting her gaze. Aang gazed curiously at her, but then remember something he had for her.

"This reminds me…I found something for you when I was down in The Southern Air Temple. Hang on," he said before he darted to his room.

He returned with the bluestone turned necklace he'd found at an old cave below the mountains, while he was avoiding spending too much time with his strict Monk teachers during his yearly two weeks down there. He'd found it while exploring and thought of her. She'd always had a thing for bluestones.

"Oh, Aang," she sighed. "This is really lovely. You shouldn't have gone to…"

"Nah, it wasn't any trouble."

"I hope it wasn't too expensive. I know you've got books and such to buy in the fall and…"

"No, It's not a big deal" He didn't buy it, but he'd be damned if he was going to admit he spent days on it and made it just for her. "I just thought you might like it." She was staring at him funny. He'd prepared for this. "I wanted to bring everyone something back."

Granted, a bottle of Nomad Red for Mr. and Mrs. Kesuk, a rare earth rock for Toph, and matching t-shirts for the young couple wasn't quite the same but…

"Of course," she said then and the funny look disappeared to be replaced with another sort of look. Dare he call it disappointment? No. That's not possible. "I love it. Thank you."

She leaned forward and gave him a kiss on the cheek. It wasn't the first time she'd done that. She'd done it at his graduation just last month, or just about every time he achieved a milestone and she was present. But his reaction was always the same. His heart started thundering away and his palms got sweaty and he forgot how to breathe normally, even as an Airbender. The room suddenly felt too hot and he couldn't seem to think straight. He was glad she couldn't possibly know all that.

"You're welcome," he stammered. She set the necklace on top of her dresser with a fond look. Then, he saw her shrugging her shoulders again and massaging her neck. "Maybe a soak in the hot tub would help with that," he offered.

As soon as he said it, his dirty mind kicked into high gear imagining Katara in a bikini with all those bubbles floating around her. She might have a glass of wine and her face would be flushed from the warm water. He could picture her sighing, her head lolling back as she grew more and more relaxed. Spirits!

Then, she'd dip her hand below the surface and start touching herself…just to ease the tension. She might even whisper a name. Let's pretend it's Aang. And that one jet in the corner that's always been a bit more forceful might accidentally knock her top loose.

He gulped and realized she was speaking to him while he was lost in his fantasy. He was also getting hard.

"I'm sorry. What was that?" he squeaked as he shifted uncomfortably.

She smirked and said, "I was just saying it's late and I'm planning to get up early to make you kids breakfast since Mom and Dad are going on that hike."

He grimaced when he heard her. He didn't like when he referred to him as a kid, so he countered. "You don't have to Katara, I can bake them something!" Fruit pies for everyone.

"Oh, I know you are capable Aang...I just like doing it!" Katara responded with a smile.

"Okay. Thanks."

She was always so nice that way. And she was a terrific cook. He was already picturing egg custard tarts. Maybe pancakes. Those ones with bananas, lychee nuts, and whipped cream. Or the moon peaches ones. Katara had a sweet tooth and they all reaped the benefits whenever she cooked or baked. It was also another bonding topic he used to get closer to her, as an Air Nomad, and Gyatso's ward, he knew everything about baking there was to be.

They stood there rather awkwardly after that was decided, smiling at each other, neither one knowing quite what to say apparently. Katara folded her arms across her chest but kept smiling. Aang wanted to start fidgeting but stood his ground, staring back at her. There was this delicious tension hanging between them. It reminded him of the charged feel of the air a half-hour before a summer thunderstorm. It was thrilling...a bit sexy.

Maybe. Maybe she just needs to pass the time and hopes you'll leave soon.

"I'm beat!" Toph announced, entering the bedroom behind him and disturbing whatever that had been. "I'm hitting the hay. We're going to the beach tomorrow, right?"

"Uh…right." He glanced over at Katara and wondered if she'd like to go to the beach, too. In a bikini.

"You in, Kat?" Toph asked as though she'd read his mind. Katara demurred and said she had a semi-done paper she thought she'd finish. Toph nodded and then turned to muss his black hair and arrow tattoo while standing on her toes. "Better get your beauty sleep, Twinkletoes"

He rolled his eyes at her mocking nickname and bid them both goodnight before heading to the room he had shared with Sokka in years past, the handful of times he had come here. Sokka was twenty-two now and shared a room with Suki. If he didn't know because he had told him, he would certainly have realized because of the sounds coming from their room. Aang had to admit he was looking forward to the privacy since he already had that hot tub fantasy all cued up in his mind for bedtime.

He prepared his outfit for tomorrow, folded some of his clothes, brushed his teeth, and stripped down to only his boxers. Then he took some tissues and placed them on his nightstand. He felt a little guilty for doing this while she was in the same house but he didn't really care, the fantasy was fresh on his mind. His back hit the mattress of one of the twin beds, and his hand snaked around inside his boxers. As his mind roamed free.

Katara in the hot tub.

Just as he was starting to stroke himself he heard music playing outside, it was really soft but his window was cracked a little and soon enough singing accompanied it. He could recognize that sweet melodic voice anywhere.

'He came on a summer's day

Bringin' gifts from far away

But he made it clear he couldn't stay

No harbor was his home…'

He took his hand out of his boxers, stood up and walked up to his window, and almost fainted. Down below in the back deck was Katara...in the hot tub.

Holy Shu! Oma, Tui, and La!

Aang stumbled back from his window, afraid she could see him. But the lights were out in his room. Even with the full moon, he shouldn't be too visible unless she was looking for him.

He crept back towards the window. He couldn't believe his eyes, she was wearing a very revealing blue bikini, giving a very generous image of her delicious curves. Her wavy chestnut hair was loose, and dark when it collided with the water. Her beautiful chocolate skin was glistening below the moonlight, she looked appetizing. Spirits, she was a vision.

There was a yellowish light coming from below, probably from the living room, illuminating her sun-kissed skin graciously. He knew this wasn't right, he should turn back and go back to sleep, he should listen to reason and decency. But lust and hormones quickly won that battle and he found himself opening the window wider, to hear the music better. Yeah, for that only.

'The sailors say: 'Brandy, you're a fine girl' (you're a fine girl)

What a good wife you would be (such a fine girl)

But my life, my lover, my lady is the sea…

He saw clearly when she sighed, rolled her neck, and closed her eyes, then she bit her lips and her look turned mischievous. He couldn't see everything that he would have liked, it was the middle of the night after all, but it was good enough. The swell of her breasts was captivating, and he followed her hand as it slowly dipped below the surface of the hot water.

"Spirits above" He muttered as his eyes widened and his jaw slacked.

There was no mistaking what she was doing now as her arm bobbed up and down and with it her adjacent breast. She was making all these little breathy noises with her mouth agape, and then, she groped her other breast with her free hand, playing with the clothed nipple there, teasing it.

Now, of all times, he should really close the window and get on his bed, leave her alone in this private moment. He was completely sure she thought everyone was well asleep by now or she wouldn't be doing anything like this.

But when he looked down and saw his dick already poking out of his boxers, and then back to Katara as she started muttering something that really resembled 'Aang', there was no way going back. He slipped his hand under the hem of his boxers and started stroking himself.

Am I dreaming? He asked himself. If I am, please spirits let me stay here until she cums.

Then at that moment, the music changed, they could now hear the sexy tunes of the acoustic version of Everlast by Foo Fighters. She had a blissful look on her face, flushed cheeks and neck as she opened her eyes suddenly and looked straight to his window.

"OH! SHIT!" He yelped and dropped down to the floor, praying to the spirits that she hadn't seen him. Or heard you, you idiot!

After a while just laying there, he slowly stood up a bit and shyly looked at the hot tube, and what he saw made him drop his jaw.

Katara was looking at him slyly, as the hand that was playing down there made it to her face, she smiled seductively at him and licked her fingers clean. His eyes widened to the size of plates, his pupils dilated and his breath hitched. She smiled at him sultrily.

He stood frozen there, looking at her, and then his mind scolded him. What are you doing? She's seeing you, stand up! He made the motion for it but hit his head with the window and it made a clinging noise. "Ow!" He yelped in pain.

Some giggling noises could be heard from outside and he rubbed his head as he stood now, carefully this time. She was biting her lips at him, and then, something incredible happened... she took the strings from her top and let them fall in the water. Spirits!

Katara's breasts...how many hours had he spent imagining them? But his creativity wasn't even close to truly honoring them. They were absolutely perfect. A little bigger than a ripe moon peach, more than an ideal handful. They looked delicious, pink-tipped, and glistening with the water. He wanted to touch them, massage them, roll them around. Scratch that. He wanted to put his mouth on them more than anything.

How hard did I hit my head?

Then she pointed to his boxers shyly, and he realized she had taken a piece of clothing out, so it was the polite thing to do the same. He wondered if she wanted to see him as much as he wanted to see her. There was a big bulge on his boxers now, his member was straining him under its confines, so he had enough reason to drag them down.

He checked on her to see if she was looking, and when he confirmed, he pulled them down to let his manhood spring free and stand proud. Her breath caught in her throat, and he heard her take a shaky breath. She licked her lips a couple of times, her sole focus on his member now. He took this as a good sign and started stroking himself.

She got out of her daze and sat at the border of the tub, letting him see more of her. She looked at her side and coyly pretended that he wasn't watching her every move as she started fondling her breasts...just for him.

"Katara...you are going to kill me" He responded, his mouth watering at the sight.

He heard her laugh accompanied by the summer night's breeze, she looked at him then, and slipped a hand back inside her bottoms, while she pinched her nipple. He started stroking faster at this and grunting a little. His eyes tried to close, but he fought and held them open. He wanted to look at her and look at her he would.

There was still one piece of clothing preventing him from seeing her completely bare, so he pointed at it with his finger. She bit her lip and put on a coquettish grin, and then shook her head innocently as if she wasn't touching herself in front of him, barechested. "You are so perfect" He whispered then, seeing her act like this was so sexy.

Soon enough her motions intensified and her eyes closed involuntarily, her face took on a blissful look. Her mouth hanging open as her posture faltered and then he heard her moan clearly over the music. "Aang...oh, Aang"

That did it, his dick started pulsing and he grunted. "Oh, fuck! Katara!" and he spilled his seed on his hand and the floor below his window. He placed a hand beside the frame to still himself and catch his breath.

After a while, he lifted his eyes to the hot tub and saw Katara looking at him with an adorable smile. Spirits! He loved her. He wanted to fold her up and tell her that. Spent the night with her trying to make her feel good, kiss everywhere he could reach, hear her every problem and opinion, give her massages, hear her dreams out, just love her, be with her in body and soul because he belonged to her that way.

He smiled back at her and held up a finger, signaling her to wait. He put back his boxers, picked up a tissue from the nightstand, and bent down to clean the floor and his hand. Then he lifted his head to look at her with a smile... but she was nowhere to be seen.

His eyebrows furrowed as he looked for her, then he heard the door from the living room slide open, and he imagined she was coming to his room. Would she care if he was a virgin? I hope not.

He hastily ran to his bed and stood in the sultriest pose he could muster, - on his side with a hand propping his head up - put on a seductive smile and waited.

Noises he thought were steps could be heard outside the door, then they stopped, started again, down the stairs they seemed to come from. He just waited, and waited..and waited.

He didn't know if he was imagining them, he could also hear the rustling of the leaves, some animal noises outside, Appa's breathing, he soon became aware of every noise around, but the noises he wanted to hear. Katara's footsteps, or the knock on his door.

An hour passed, and he wondered if she regretted it. If that was all he was going to share with her, he might die at this moment, he needed more. What if it was just a one-time thing to get each other's off? Spirits, he wouldn't be able to show her how much he loved her, please, no.

A couple of hours passed, he didn't know what to think, his heart thundered away with some of the thoughts and implications. He didn't want them to be true, and with time, he fell into an uneasy sleep.

What do you think happened to Katara? Why did she behave this way? What is Aang going to do now? Please, leave me a review and tell me what you think. The reviews keep the stories coming and inspire me. Thanks!