...the wierd ideas you get from forums...This was inspired by a 'teenage perspective' on unison bending, ie, how it's almost sexual in nature. I really didn't agree, but this idea kept bugging me until I tried it. This takes place during 'Jet'. I added in a little between Jet's pep-talk and the actual creation of the geyser...because if you watch that scene, there's a cut in there, so I can get away with it xD.

Well, in the spirit of the Foster's Marathon a while back, WILT, TAKE IT AWAY!

Sorry, but this is the Disclaimer: Avatar, it's really not Castoro's, okay? Is that okay? Oh, and happy Fourth of July! Oh, I'm sorry, what I mean is, she wrote this on the Fourth, but now she's posting it later. Sorry about the mix-up. Oh, and sorry for taking so long with this. I've just never been too good at speeches, I get a libble...oops, libble, I meant--

Thank you, Wilt.

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Act As One

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"Katara...you can do this," he'd said, tenderness and affection in his voice.

Jet was perfect. The perfect sort of guy Katara so desperately needed at her age, to protect her, understand her, and most of all, to love her. She blushed to think he had his eye on her, that he wanted her to be his out of the many capable warrior girls in his gang, like Smellerbee (who'd glower at her out of the corner of her eye when Jet put a hand on her shoulder).

"Katara, you ready to start?"

Aang's voice snapped Katara from her reverie. Only half-aware of the question, she nodded automatically. When she saw Aang take his stance, she realized they were going to start on the geyser and, trying not to look like a flake in front of Jet, quickly assumed her stance. Taking a deep, relaxing breath like she always did with bending of this sort, she calmed herself physically, spiritually, and mentally (which came with some difficulty, as her thoughts were wrapped up in the very attractive person watching). With a graceful, slow movement of her wrists, she pulled up, trying to feel the weight of the water as if it were strung to her fingers.

Nothing happened. She could feel no water.

"Katara, we're out of sync with each other," Aang commented after a moment, dropping his stance. Persisting without luck for a moment longer, she let her hands fall to her sides with an exasperated sigh.

"We should start over," she mumbled, annoyed.

Assume stance. Deep, calming breaths. Pull. Push.

She tried to focus on the deep resevoir of water below, tried to envision it burbling and hissing as it escaped through vents, rising to the top. But she still could not feel the water, couldn't feel the sensation of bending. She pretty much was just waving her arms.

Not in front of Jet...

Katara thought about Aang's comment, that they were out of sync. So, instead of focusing on the water like she usually did with bending, she looked over at Aang. She listened intently to his even breaths, watched his gaze never faultering from the vent. She followed his hands with her own, moving in perfect unison with him, and soon found herself engulfed in him. Bending had never been like this, never been so beyond simply herself and water.

And it certainly never felt this way.

Her heart was thudding in her chest to the steady rythmn of their motions. The weight of the water pulled on her and him, and though their hands drifted in air, she swore she felt them lock together. When she bent normally, she tried to imagine the sensation of cool, fresh water running through her fingers like a running creek. That sensation was replaced in this case with what felt remarkably like warm, soft skin...

Water began to saunter clumsily from the earth, in rhythm with their curving hands. The steam emitted by it spread warmth and moisture across her face, and filled her with the smells of her's and Aang's perspiration. But not at all in a bad way. It was like a very familiar scent that she had forgotten until that moment, and it made her feel comfortable and happy.

Pulling the water up into a column, she felt a sort of euphoric high for a second. In that second, all the sensations blended together, and she felt truly close to Aang in a way she'd never felt with any other man. With a sigh, she let the column collapse and directed the water towards the river. The newly completed geyser steamed and hissed, flowing with ferocious speed down the slope.

Whiping the grimy sweat from her forehead, Jet congradulated her and Aang and gave them more instructions. She paid attention, clung on to every word in fact. But, somehow, though she still found him handsome, still loved him...he didn't have the same effect on her anymore. She couldn't lose herself in fantasies about going up through the trees, clinging to him.

Because her mind was too distracted fantasizing about geysers.

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...in-ur-endo, much? " Sadly, a story based on the principle of 'tandem bending' tends to be laden with the stuff. I considered not posting this, but I figure I have to post iffy stuff too.