Here's chapter four! Hope you enjoy! ^.^

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The first thought that enters my mind as my eyes flutter open is about hands. There are a pair of very familiar hands sliding up and down my sides. Once I've finally come to, my eyes lock onto the gorgeous grey pair I've come to love. Smiling, I sit up and place one hand on each side of his face. He smiles back and I bring his lips to mine. His soft, sweet lips move against mine slowly at first before becoming much more frantic. Our tongues intertwine as his hands travel under my shirt.

"Aang," I moan as his hands gently massage my breasts.

He continues his torture on me as we kiss. I lay back on the couch, pulling him to lay on top of me. His fingertips brush over my nipples and my back arches, pushing my breast closer to his hands. My hands move under his shirt and roam over his toned body as his lips travel down my neck. Our hips grind against each other, eliciting a groan from Aang as he sucks on my neck.

"I love you Aang," I whisper. "I always have, I never stopped loving you."

His lips stop and I look down at him only to realize he's gone. Suddenly, I'm standing by my car in the parking lot of mine and Aang's old apartment with tears rolling down my cheeks. It's sunny out. Aang stands before me and wipes the tears from my eyes.

"You need to go," he says. "To follow your dream."

"But what about us?" I sniffle. "What about you?"

"I can't hold you back any longer Katara," he says. "It would kill me for the rest of my life to know that I was the one responsible for you not being about to do what you've always dreamed to do."

A loud sob escapes my throat and I attempt to jump into his arms, but he disappears. I fall to the ground and scream in agony.

"Aang!" I shout. "Don't leave me!"

I'm crying and shouting hysterically now as I pound my fists against the ground.

"Katara," his voice says faintly.

"Aang?"

"Katara, wake up," his voice calls to me and I feel someone shaking my shoulder.

My eyes open and I come face to face with a very worried Aang. I immediately cling to him like my life depends on it and cry my eyes out. His arms wrap around me and he holds me tight as he tries to soothe me.

"Shh," he coos. "Relax, it was just a dream."

I sob even louder and pull him as close as humanely possible. I cry and cry until I have no tears left and my breathing is calmed before pulling away from Aang. That's when I realize that I'm not in the living room anymore. Aang and I are sitting on a big soft bed in what seems to be the master bedroom in the house. Knowing Aang he probably carried me in here.

"Are you alright?"

"Yeah," I lie. "It was just a nightmare."

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"I'm not sure." I pull my legs to my chest and wrap my arms around them.

"You know you can tell me anything, right?" He says. "I mean, we were best friends at one point."

"Yeah, but things have changed Aang."

"I wish they hadn't," his voice is so quiet that I almost don't hear him.

"I wasn't the one who changed things," I say angrily, looking away from him.

"Katara," he pleads.

"Don't Katara me," I mimic his voice. "We had managed to stay together from sophomore year in high school to our last year in college. That's seven years Aang. How could you have just thrown seven years away just like that and think that it wouldn't hurt me?"

"You think it wasn't hard for me?" He shouts. "I did it because it was best for you."

"How was it the best for me?" I ask. "I had no one in New York. No friends at all, especially not a best friend. You try being in a big city all alone and tell me how you like it. These past two years without you have been hell!"

"Katara." His voice is pleading, but I refuse to let him see me cry.

"Please, look at me."

Tears are streaming down my face as Aang gently grabs my chin and turns my face to his. I try to pull away, but his amazing grey eyes look as sad as ever. However they hold a certain sincerity in them. He wipes my tears away and cradles my face in his hands as he speaks.

"Do you remembered the day you told me you were offered your dream job in New York?"

I think back. It was a rainy day and we were sitting at the apartment, watching a movie. I had gotten a call from the firm just an hour before and I was so nervous to tell Aang.

I nod.

"That day when you told me that you wanted to stay with me and miss out on the thing you had wanted since we were kids." He pauses. "I knew that I'd have to let you go."

"But that wasn't your decision to make."

"Maybe, but at the time I thought it was," he shrugs.

"Listen, I'll admit it wasn't the best decision in the long run, but I had only the best intentions," he starts. "They say that if you love something, let it go and if it comes back to you then it is truly yours. You came back to me Katara and I don't want to lose you again."

As hard as I try, I can't stop the smile that spreads across my face. Stupid Aang and his charming ways. He smiles too and there seems to me some type of gravitational force going on between us because I can't seem to stop my lips from moving towards his.

Woo, let's get it on. Ah, baby let's get it on.

My eyes look up to him in irritation. "If you answer that, I'll kill you."

He laughs and takes the phone out of his pocket. He turns it off and sets it on the bedside table before turning back to me. Within a matter of seconds, his lips are pressed to mine. A pleasurable shiver runs down my spine as his tongue slips between my lips.

He pulls me into his lap and I wrap my legs around him, straddling his waist. Our tongues wrestle for dominance and I suddenly remember my dream. I quickly jump off of Aang and push myself to the other side of the bed. I refuse to look at him as he stares at me, dazed and confused.

"What's wrong?"

I shake my head and fight to hold back the tears. "I'm scared," I whisper.

"Of what?"

I don't reply.

"Is it me?"

My head shakes no.

"Is this about your dream?"

I nod.

"Talk to me," he pleads.

After hesitating for a moment, I recite my dream to him, blushing at the rather graphic parts. He listens intently like he always used to and when I'm finished, he's quiet for a few moments before he speaks.

"Katara," he says, taking my face in his hands. "I still love you and I'll always love you."

Treacherous tears fall and I squeeze my eyes shut, hoping that's it's not all a dream and when open them again, Aang is still before me. I smile and give him a peck on the lips.

"I love you too," I say, whilst stifling a yawn.

"You're tired," he notes. "I'll let you go back to sleep."

Aang stands, but I grab his arm, pulling him back onto the bed. "No, stay with me tonight."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, now get your ass in this bed," I say jokingly, but serious at the same time.

"Yes ma'am," he laughs.

He pulls back the covers and hops into bed. I follow and lay down so that my back is facing him. He's still the same old Aang who's nervous to make the first move so I do it for him and scoot back so my back is against his chest. I know he's blushing right now, but he still wraps his arms around me, pulling me closer to him. With one last kiss to my shoulder, Aang relaxes and soon drifts off into a deep sleep with me following close behind.

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That's it! Are you guys ready for some lemons or at least a lime or should I keep you waiting a little while longer?