a/n 4.17.2015 So it has been one years since I originally posted my story. I can hardly believe the response I've gotten. Especially since I had a pretty rocky beginning. I have resisted the urge to completely rewrite the first (several) chapters, but I thought it should be noted that the story does get better. I promise! (If you are just starting, hang in there please, I've tried to make it up to you in subsequent chapters)
I never intended my little idea to grow into something this cool. You readers are the best!

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Disclaimer: I own none of the characters featured from Avatar: the Last Airbender
Once again, this is rated M, so it's pretty smutty.

Chapter 1 ~Separate~

-Katara-

She couldn't stand it anymore. Thoughts of him filled her mind. Every time he entered the same room as her, she felt her heart speed up and her breath caught. She couldn't continue like this. The Summer Palace was big, but not big enough to avoid someone, plus she kept getting the feeling that there were forbidden parts of the house that he was afraid to enter. That evening she had dropped a load of firewood and he had swooped down to help her pick up the logs. When she whispered, "Thank you," his "you're welcome, Katara" tickled her ear.

As she lay alone on her bed in the fading light, she remembered his nearness and the sweet smell of his breath with a new passion. Her body arched off the bed at just the memory of his voice whispering her name. Between her legs, she felt moisture gather. Slowly, she wiggled out of her Fire Nation clothes and undid her bindings. Images of him danced in her mind as her left hand glided over her sides towards the juncture of her legs and her right hand rested gently against her right breast. Once her left hand made contact with her moist folds she felt a sudden jolt and let out a quiet moan. Soon, her right hand began kneading her puckered breast while her left hand circled herself, finding just the right rhythm. Her legs began to stiffen and she felt the familiar trembling that was so delicious. Shortly her breaths became gasps and her hands lost all their rhythm. As she fell over the edge, she whispered his name, "Zuko."

-Zuko-

He couldn't stand it anymore. Thoughts of her filled his mind. Every time he entered the same room as her, he felt his heart speed up and his breath caught. He couldn't continue like this. That evening when she had dropped a load of firewood and thanked him when he had helped her pick up the logs he whispered her name just to hear it said. Her name rolled off his tongue in a way that felt so right, but he was still scared. Living on a ship since he was 13, he had heard horror stories of a firebender's first time. So yeah, he was worried for her safety and he also had no idea what to expect for himself. Before he joined The Avatar, he never really needed that kind of contact. He had been so focused on capturing Aang that girls seemed like a waste of time; instead, he let bending be his outlet, but now… seeing her every day… He groaned just thinking about it, about her. The other night was the full moon and he couldn't help but watch her practice her bending by the courtyard fountain. She had been so beautiful. Her toned body silhouetted against the bright moon. By her tranquil face he could tell she was so absorbed in her bending, drawing her power and letting it fill her soul.

He thought about that full moon bending session as he lay on his bed. His head lolled to one side as he adjusted his sleep pants. Privacy wasn't a luxury on any ship, not that he'd been interested in privacy for these purposes… But now he found himself alone in the Summer Palace with the strongest hard on he'd ever had. He took a deep breath, a part of him wishing it would just go away, but the other part (the lower part) demanded to be felt. He groaned and surrendered as he brought his hands to untie his sleep pants. Why am I doing this? He asked himself, but soon his brain flooded with the memory of her, of Katara and he remembered why. After another deep breath, he plunged his hands underneath his waistband.

"Oh!" he groaned and bucked into his hand. The friction, the grip he held around himself, the thought of her, and his sheer need sent him falling over the edge and coming in his hand. His hips sunk back onto the bed, his fiery need dying. As his breathing returned to normal, he whispered her name, again, just so he could hear it be said, "Katara."