Hi! Summer here! So, this was kind of a 'spur of the moment' fic. I'm still working on my other ones (well, one more than the other. Kinda stuck on one of them). Anyway, the other night, I was in bed trying to fall asleep (I have insomnia cause I daydream about Kataang. No lie) and this fic idea comes into mind. It's really short, but I got positive feedback on the Kataang Forever forums, so I decided to post it. It's a little smutty, but not very graphic cause I can't write full on smut.

For some reason, I'm not all that happy with the beginning, so please excuse that. Otherwise, I'm glad with how the rest turned out!

Anyway, enjoy!

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

It was a gorgeous day in the Fire Nation, perfect for outdoor activities. Unfortunately, no one at the Royal Palace was outside enjoying the warm weather. Inside the palace in a seemingly deserted corridor, a lone Water Tribe woman was wandering, looking for her fiancé. Avatar Aang has been called to the Fire Nation to attend a series of meetings, and Katara had come along. She had been looking for him since he disappeared after the meeting. One of the servants said that he had seen the young Avatar go down that corridor.

"Aang?" she called out, looking from left to right.

Suddenly, without warning, a door to her left shot open. In the following second, many things happened at once: a hand grabbed her arm, she was dragged into a tiny room, the door closed, and her neck was being assaulted by kisses.

"Aang," she said, as her fiancé continued to kiss and nip at her neck. Katara looked at her surroundings. They were in a linen closet. It was dimly lit with rows and rows of shelves filled with blankets and sheets.

"Hm… a linen closet." She said. "You know, we really need to find new places. Zuko wasn't happy the last time he caught us in one of these."

"Then we won't get caught this time." Aang said as he leaned in to kiss her.

The kiss was heated and full of passion. They both know what this kind of behavior would lead to. Aang pushed Katara back against one of the shelves without breaking contact with her lips. Some of the linens fell around them, but neither took notice. Hands began to grope at clothes, anything they could tear off in their heated passion…

Unfortunately for Aang and Katara, it was at this moment Zuko decided to go down that very same corridor. As he was walking, he thought he heard some sounds coming from the linen closet. As he got closer, the sounds got even louder and he was able to make out what was being said…

"Oh Aang!" he heard Katara moan. "Harder!"

Zuko's eyes widened. "Oh Spirits, not again…" he whispered, putting his hand on his forehead. Maybe he should just give up. Why stop them if they won't even listen?

Sighing with defeat, he softly knocked on the door. Immediately, the noises stopped.

Zuko cleared his throat. "Um, when you're done, would you please put back any linens that may have fallen back on the shelf? And if any of them are… dirty… please put them in the hamper."

There was silence for a second before Aang's voice was heard through the door. "Sure thing!"

As soon as Zuko walked away from the closet, he could hear the noises begin once again, and he hoped that no one else would walk down that corridor for a very, very long time.

So there you have it. Just something to hold you over till I get my next fic out. No idea when that'll happen. I'm in my last semester in college, so schoolwork kinda has to come first. Maybe in the future, I'll be able to get more mini fics out! (Maybe my nights of Kataang induced insomnia will help me out. That's where I got the ideas for the two other fics I'm working on now! ^_^)