A/N Ok, I'm typing this on February 24, 2007… but, I can't update until my dad fixes online…
Katara carefully opened the door, struggling to stay silent. Usually, it was easy to be graceful, and quiet. But, all that changed whenever Zuko was near.
Katara slipped through the sliding door, not bothering to close it behind her. She gazed at the muscular man before her. His chest went up and down, up and down, up and down. His hair was just messy enough to be perfectly sexy. She longed to touch that hair, to just feel that soft jet black hair. his eyes were bent into the most delicate folds. His eyebrows were flawlessly arced and balanced out his entire beautiful face. His scar was a perfect pinkish-red hue. This was another thing she had to touch. It took all of her mind power not to stroke the soft skin over the scar.
"Katara what are you doing?" A sleepy Aang asked quietly.
"Aang!" Katara screamed, startled by the visitor.
"Quiet, your gonna' wake up Zuko," Aang whispered, now fully awake.
"Oh, yeah, sorry," Katara blushed.
"So what were you doing?" Aang's eyes grew wide with curiosity.
Katara turned away from the suspicious Airbender, in an effort to escape his questions. "I just, couldn't sleep."
"Oh," Aang took a step toward her.
Katara didn't answer, afraid she might embarrass herself more. She just stared at Zuko again. But this time, she couldn't contain herself. Without thinking, she laced her fingers through his hair. It was so soft. Every strand felt better than the last. His hair came out further and further until she came to the ends and it gently fell back to his forehead.
"What are you doing?!?" Aang said loudly.
Suddenly Zuko came alive. His golden eyes were staring right into Katara's. She whipped her hand away from his hair, scattering locks across his face.
"I-" Katara stopped herself. She turned around hoping to escape, but Aang was directly in her path.
"Katara," Zuko said quietly, as if to sooth her. But, this made Katara even more ashamed, she felt as if the fire bender was trying to control her. Or, maybe he was humiliated for her. She began to take deeper, longer breaths. She prayed she wouldn't cry. But, it wasn't working, she felt the ball of tears forcing its way up her throat. She gulped it back down, but it came back with vengeance. She felt tears sting her eyes. Tears began to forge a path along her cheeks. She used every excuse to touch her face. Any excuse to wipe away the tears.
She buried her face in her hands out of shame. Now the sound started, at first she sounded like she was laughing, but it quickly turned into undeniable sobbing. Zuko touched her shoulder attempting to calm her. She couldn't escape. She was trapped, being suffocated by the worst situation ever. She had nothing to do but give in. So she did. She surrendered to her last instincts. She collapsed into Zuko's arms, savoring every moment.
"It's okay," He whispered into her ear. He gently played with her hair and rubbed her back. "It's okay," He repeated softly. Katara heard Aang leave, sliding the door shut with a thump. She could have stayed there forever, in Zuko's arms. She rested her chin on his bare shoulder. She shuddered away the last of her tears.
She felt safe.
A/N This chapter was weirder than the others. A little more serious… REVIEW!!! That will probably be it for this story, I might right a sequal though, if I get good reviews! Have a good day:)