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A/N: Yeah, this one is kind of cheating with two words mixed together. Also maybe updating will kick my butt and make me write the next four letters that I have ideas for. Again, thanks to everyone who has reviewed, favorited, and added this story to their alerts! You guys rock!
They were both learning the difference between love and lust and how the two meet. For her love meant family (both biological and not), blue, and warm embraces. For him love meant tea, turtleducks, and words of encouragement.
Lust was new to both of them and each fumbled through first experiences with it in different ways. For her it was becoming enamored with a pair of brown eyes paired with a cocky smile and for him it was seeing a childhood friend in a new light.
They couldn't seem to master combining love and lust. She had so much love for Aang but she didn't feel lust. She tried, hard, and wished and hoped desire would follow love but it never did. He lusted after Mai but no amount of stolen kisses or frantic touches could make him feel more for the gloomy girl.
Friendship masking as love can only last as long as a relationship based on lust.
She felt lust again when she saw him again. She wanted him and wanted him to want her. He'd always thought she was pretty but now she had grown into a woman and he was painfully aware of how she had curves where he liked them and could swear that his hand would fit nicely on her hip.
He learned that love could mean a kiss on his scar and the need to fix the frustration in her eyes. She felt a very different kind of love when she saw him smile and when he began to tell her about his past.
Together they learned there was love in the grass stains that covered their rumpled clothes and in the tangled sheets. There was lust in a simple look and fleeting touch.