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It had been an entire week since Aang had seen Katara. They had an apartment in Ba Sing Se for the summer, but Zuko had requested Aang's presence in the mainland to help negotiate some deals with some of the highest ranking members from each nation. "It's important," Katara had said. "If Zuko is requesting you, then you know he really needs the help."
Aang felt terrible for leaving her there all alone, but Katara said she would see if Suki would be willing to visit. Still, he felt guilty. He had told her, "I'm so sorry, Katara – I'll be back early in the morning a week from today. Appa and I will leave before sunrise."
She had caressed his face and felt down his neck as he solemnly held her eyes. Her grin was calming, assuring. "Wake me up the second you get back. I don't care how early."
The meetings with Zuko were boring for the first few days, until Aang had to mediate an argument between generals from the earth kingdom and fire nation. Zuko wasn't much help. He looked straight at Aang, a deference, and Aang had to straighten his shoulders and do what he does best. If only Katara could be there with him to smooth his stress away.
A day before heading back to Ba Sing Se, Aang was walking through the market to find a gift for Katara. He came across a booth that had materials to make jewelry, and chairs surrounding the table. The woman running the booth noticed his lingering gaze and cleared her throat.
"Are you Avatar Aang? ...Or just a big fan of him?"
Aang chuckled. "I guess you could say I'm a big fan."
Her eyes grew big. "You're him, aren't you?"
"That's me, yeah."
"Well- um- it's great to meet you! I've never met anyone famous before." She tucked a tuft of hair behind her ear. "I could tell, by your tattoos and all? But I guess that's obvious. Ignore me. So, uh, are you interested in anything?"
Aang's eyes swept the table once more. "How does this work?" He noticed a box full of plain, silver bracelets with no decorations. The rest of the table had hundreds of different charms and beads to choose from.
The woman smiled. "You can make your own charm bracelet, if you'd like. Pick out ten charms and eleven beads, then thread them onto the bracelet."
His eyes widened as he took in the overwhelming options: turtleducks, fruits, trees, boats. He eventually found air nation and water tribe symbols, as well as yellow and blue beads. The woman helped him and ogled at the finished product.
"It's for Master Katara, isn't it?"
Aang blushed. "Do you think she'll like it?"
"You're a fine jeweler, Avatar. She'll love it. Any woman would." She placed the bracelet in a small drawstring bag and brushed his palm as she handed it to him.
Aang felt the woman's eyes linger as he politely bowed and headed back to the palace. It was a boost of confidence for women to show interest in him; he couldn't deny that, but it only made him more excited to go see the woman he loved most.
Finally, the day came. He woke Appa up much before sunrise, apologizing with a basket of apples. "We're gonna go see her, buddy," he whispered. "You know how much we miss her."
He arrived at their apartment in Ba Sing Se a few hours after sunrise, Appa graciously flying quickly at Aang's request. He carefully opened the front door and set down some belongings on the floor. His heart was racing. He paused before opening their bedroom door, straightening his clothes, preparing to gently wake Katara up from her sleep.
But what he wasn't prepared for when he entered the room was Katara, sleeping on her stomach, one leg bent up. She looked beautiful as she slept, but, man, he didn't expect to find her like this. She wasn't wearing any shorts, just a thin pair of underwear. He gulped as he attempted to register the sight before him – maybe he was still dreaming – maybe she was awake and he should look away before she caught his invasive stare – but even after squinting and shaking his head, she was still there. And he could see all of her. The material around her hips hugged her in even the most intricate places, as if there really wasn't any material at all. Aang had never seen her like this, since they usually were hurried in their lust. Intense guilt nipped at his skin, even though she was his girlfriend, even though she had asked him to come in to wake her up in the morning. The longing, however, nipped slightly stronger.
He could feel his face growing pale as the blood in his body pooled in his waist. Her skin looked soft. He wanted to put his hands on her ass, see how it felt, hear how she whined when he gripped her with his fingers. He stepped closer. The fabric just barely covered her. He wanted to take a finger and move it slightly to the side – Fuck, Aang, control yourself. He knew he was just here to wake her up, and he just needed to do it. But his mind flooded with the thought of feeling her, tasting her, digging his nails into her hips as he–
Fuuuck. Aang took a slow, labored breath. He could do this. Just wake her up. Well, that was his thought process until Katara squirmed in her sleep, stretching her leg even higher. The fabric moved slightly, giving him a peek at more of her, and, shit – he couldn't take it.
His next breath was shaky as he took another step closer. She looked smooth. He wondered how slick she might be if he rubbed his hands along her, how her voice would sound as she sighed his name, how easily his fingers would slide into her, how quickly he could ruin her panties –
Aang dragged his hands down his face in frustration, walking towards Katara's bedside and gently climbing in to lay next to her. He took a moment to just lay there, admiring her slight grin as she slept, hoping that the burning guilt in his gut would loosen the tightness in his pants before he woke her up.
He was in the middle of regulating his breathing when Katara's eyes slowly opened. His heart stopped.
"You've been standing there for five minutes," her slight grin morphed into a smirk.
She was so, so evil.
"I, um, I just got in." He said weakly.
"Yeah, five minutes ago."
Aang pursed his lips as he felt his cheeks grow hot in embarrassment, her growing smile from catching him making him feel small. He looked away, an apology.
"What were you looking at, Aang?"
"Katara..." This was torturous. They had been intimate countless times, but he had never been caught being, well, perverted with his desire. Still, he knew this was a case of entrapment. Katara had done this on purpose; but he was the horny, idiot boy who walked right into it. He looked back at her, hoping to change the subject. "You look beautiful, baby. Good morning."
"Good morning, my love. I missed you." She was kind with her greeting, but she wasn't letting him get away. "What were you looking at?"
Aang sighed loudly, covering his face. Maybe he could shrivel up and disappear. "Baby..."
"Hm?"
"You know what you're doing to me."
Katara's eyes dragged down his torso until she saw obvious evidence of his predicament. She smiled with pride. "Yeah, I can see it."
Still laying on her stomach, she pulled herself halfway onto Aang's chest and grabbed his hands. They were blocking her access to his neck. Lazily, she softly kissed the skin under his jaw. Aang's eyes locked onto the ceiling as he shivered. He wondered if she thought he was shallow, or creepy, or if she thought he viewed her like an object. Obviously, none of those were true, and a girl who puts her tongue on your throat probably doesn't think those things of you. He couldn't help but feel insecure, despite this.
"I'm sorry," he mumbled. "I'm sorry for staring."
Katara ignored him, kissing up to his ear. "You were gone for so long, I was so lonely without you."
Her breath in his ear felt like a spell. He was so, so hard. It didn't help that her thigh was right near his erection, or that she was wearing a small bralette. A week without intimacy was doing a number on him, he realized. He turned his face to kiss her, their tongues melting together as he gripped the back of her neck. After a moment, she kissed back to his ear, occasionally nibbling and pulling down.
"Didn't Suki visit?" he breathed.
"About four days ago, yeah." She lifted herself onto him more, the weight of her hips pressing directly onto his. His body was buzzing. Her lips on his ear felt so good. "I've been going crazy with all of this alone time." She started grinding her hips into his, him letting out a whine. He grabbed her sides, grateful to have something to hold on to. "I couldn't stop touching myself."
Aang froze. He stopped breathing. Fuck. He guessed it was safe to assume that this week had done a number on her, too. His mind flooded with the image of her lying on this very bed, her hands feeling her body, pressing into herself. He wondered if her back had arched, how loud she whined, whether or not she came. He felt dizzy, his hips slightly bucking into her. She hummed with satisfaction at his response.
Katara sat up, which only applied more pressure on his erection. Aang's face pulled up into a wince, his fingers digging into her thighs. Her body looked intoxicating. He felt her stomach.
She continued the motion of her hips. She looked so sexy, her waist curving as she circled on top of him. He could feel himself throbbing at the contact.
She rested her hands on his chest. "You gonna tell me what you were looking at, now?"
His breathing was picking up. She wasn't going to let this go. He quickly realized that he didn't have a choice; she was fully in control, here. After all, he was the one who was caught, and he was the one who was pinned down to the bed, her hips teasing him to the point where he thought he might pass out.
He apprehensively met her eyes. "Your... those panties..." She slowly continued her rhythm as he spoke. His eyes trailed down to stare at the very thing he was referencing. When he paused, she raised an eyebrow, a threat. He gulped and continued. "I hadn't seen you like that before. I wanted to see more."
Katara dropped down to lay on his chest, then fell to the side of him. She continued kissing him, him catching his breath now that the lack of her weight gave him some relief. He allowed his hands to wander, eventually resting on her hips.
She sighed. "Why don't you see more, then?"
His relief was short lived. Her permission came like a punch in the gut. He was so turned on, he didn't know if he could control himself for long. He sneaked his hand under her panties and gripped her ass, tightly, eliciting a moan as she came alive under his touch. They continued kissing, his hand moving further, until he felt the wet heat of her folds. He pressed down one finger, then another, him slightly gasping at the feeling.
"Shit..." he whispered on her lips. She was so wet. "It's been this bad?"
She nodded, resuming their kiss. Her breath hitched as he pushed both fingers inside of her. Spirits, she felt tight. She bit his lip and he moaned.
This was incredible. He had missed her so much, and now that he was able to hold her to him as he felt her, he wondered why he ever left. She was rolling against him, her sexual frustration evident as his fingers pumped inside of her. When he occasionally pulled out to circle her clit, she would fall into his neck and let out a high pitched cry.
"I love you like this," he muttered inbetween her moans. "I've been wanting this all week. I'm sorry I wasn't here to help you." Aang genuinely felt bad; the desperation in her body's reaction to his touch showed just how much his absence had neglected her. She bit down on his shoulder as he increased his pace.
"What would really help me is if you'd get behind me already," she said. He couldn't help but laugh at her urgency. She growled, defensive. "Aang, please, I want you."
She didn't have to convince him. He wanted her so bad, his throbbing felt unbearable. "Yes ma'am," he whispered, kissing her forehead as he sat up and moved behind her to straddle her legs.
He didn't prepare himself to see this view of her again. The way her skin disappeared under the fabric of her panties, the curve of her waist, the slight arch of her back as he grabbed her hips and admired her... he quickly pushed down his shorts and put a hand on his length, his other hand hooking into her panties. She looked back at him and moaned at his adoration. Aang pumped himself, locking eyes with Katara, his desire overcoming any sense of shame. She started to pant, wiggling her hips against him.
"When I walked in," Aang said lowly, his hand vigorously tugging as his index finger in her panties moved up and down. "you instantly made me hard." The feeling of Aang's finger running up and down the fabric was incredibly teasing, the brush of his skin across her folds making her writhe underneath his straddle. "Baby, your ass looked so good, and your pussy," He hissed, Katara whimpering pitifully. Aang was rarely vulgar, and when he was, it was heavenly. "Just so beautiful, Katara. I needed you. I want you." Just as he had fantasized, he moved her panties to the side to finally see all of her.
They both nearly fell apart. Katara could feel his gaze, the exposure making her feel vulnerable and sexy. Aang let out a strangled noise as he rubbed her again, an act of worship. "Aang," she whined painfully. He pulled her panties halfway down her thighs. He was done teasing.
Katara prepared herself. She could feel him lining up against her, but as he started to enter her, she was surprised with how big he felt. Compared to her fingers, this was a significant adjustment. "Aang, start slow?" she requested, him holding his breath at this test of patience. He tried to focus on her waist, the soft glow of her back, her hair messily falling across her shoulders as she winced at his gradual penetration.
"You okay, sweetie?" Aang asked, slightly concerned by the way she clenched against him. Her tightness was exhilarating, but he didn't want her to be in pain. He slowed even further, only entering an inch or two. He rubbed her sides.
"I'm okay, you're just... I just need to adjust. You feel so good." Her voice was weak, her focus clearly occupied, as Aang pushed slightly farther. He watched the way she surrounded him, entirely gripping him, and he groaned at the eroticism. She was everything, omnipresent.
Aang continued rubbing her back, slowly pushing and pulling. Katara was biting her lip, whining, but still stiff. "Relax, Katara," he said soothingly. "I'm here with you, relax with me..." His words served as a helpful reminder, his tone loosening her shoulders and causing her to sink into the mattress. She was incredibly slick, making it easy for Aang to continue his motions. "I'm halfway, baby. Let me know when you want more, okay?"
Katara nodded as her eyes rolled to the back of her head. He was such a good man to her. It felt intense as he stretched her, but the pressure was so pleasurable that it almost brought her to the edge. "Aang, I love you, I feel so good right now," she sighed. "I want more, I want everything, please."
Aang, slightly hesitant, pushed an extra inch. This was much easier, and Katara seemed like she was eager for him to continue. Hearing that she wanted him, wanted all of him, nearly made him fill her to the brim. His gut was firing pleasure throughout his abdomen, his breath coming out in uneven huffs as he picked up the pace. She started to grip the pillows.
"Katara, you're incredible," he moaned. "I'm sorry I was gone, I'm sorry I couldn't be here..." Aang pushed deeper, Katara's body rolling against the mattress. She was ridiculously wet, her cries causing his eyes to roll back in his head. They weren't used to going this long without sex. Ever since they started a year ago, they found nearly any opportunity they could to come together, rarely going more than a couple of days without some version of fucking. Aang slyly grinned at how ravenous they were, speaking so dirty to one another before it was even mid-morning. How lucky he was to do this with her. "Katara, did you cum while I was gone?"
Katara's eyes were glazed over as she dazily responded. "W-what?"
He bent over her back to his lips were over her ears. His pace was picking up, him rocking her body back and forth with his thrusts. She bit her bottom lip, her voice high pitched in her throat. He growled in her ear. "When you touched yourself, did it feel good? Did you cum?"
Katara felt pleasure rip through her torso. "Aang," she sighed.
"Tell me, baby."
"S-sort of. Well, almost." She cried out as he gripped her shoulders and groaned. "It's hard to cum without you, Aang." The burning intensified, Katara starting to pulse against him, clenching and unclenching. Her words to Aang reminded her of his presence in her, so full, so encompassing. She was getting closer to the edge.
"You're gonna cum now, then." He grunted in her ear. "I can already feel it."
Aang was right. Katara felt the strength of her climax building and then spilling over, her rolling her body underneath him as he hummed at her pleasure. She was so perfect, delicately moaning as her orgasm overtook her. He never stopped his movements within her, but the feeling of her finally getting her release was invigorating. She slowly came down, but had no opportunity to catch her breath as Aang only increased his pace inside of her. She loved this; she could do this forever; she didn't know how she lasted the entire week without him.
Above her, Aang was gasping, the fiery heat of her back sticking to his chest as he hungrily pushed into her. She lifted her hips higher–shit–and he was completely at her mercy. Had he ever been this far gone before? His blood was electric, his hips burning, his mind irrevocably wired to her, her, her. He was running through a rapid loop of climbing and falling, climbing and falling – he couldn't believe that he hadn't cum yet.
She whined. He pressed further. Her knuckles were white with the intensity of her grip on the pillows. He wondered what it would take to keep her here forever, his presence over her greedy, possessive. Despite his wishes, his body vehemently begged to fall for good. Katara looked back at him, recognizing his signs; the way he rocked into her, stiff, his pace incessant. Her gaze on him made it worse. He grit his teeth and tried to fight it.
"Do you want to stay in me?"
What kind of fucking question was that? "Katara-"
She started to meet his thrusts. There goes fighting. He moaned, tortured, his nails pressing into her hips.
"Shit, Katara, of course I do, but you..." Heat ripped through his core. How was he supposed to speak when she was fucking him like this, how was he supposed to say no? He whimpered. He didn't want to get her pregnant, he knew they should play it safe, but her hips looked so good, her lips-
"You can say no."
He grunted. He knew her words were laced in provocation. There was no fucking way he was going to say no. She bit her lip as he slammed into her, her whines melting his skin, and all bets were off. She slightly grinned as he panted, his muscles flexed, his eyebrows furrowed. She knew he was going to take her up on her offer.
"Aaaang," she sighed. His name on her lips almost did him in. "Spirits, it's gonna feel so good, please, Aang,"
"Fuck, Katara, fuck..." For a moment, the thought of him releasing inside of her and possibly impregnating her was euphoric. He hadn't felt that way before, and his excitement at the fantasy of filling her nearly caused him to tremble. He knew he might regret this later, but this felt too right in the moment. Aang's orgasm started as a spark and quickly exploded into a burst of pleasure, his rhythm irregular as he pushed himself as deep as possible. She resorted to watching him, feeling his breath on her neck, her eyes wide at the sensation of him releasing inside of her. Both of them sank into the feeling of how bonded they were, the closest they have ever been, and they both knew they would want this again.
They laid there for a moment, their vision blurry, their hearts pounding as they regulated their breathing. Katara sighed as he slowly pulled out, both of them messy against each other. Aang slid to Katara's side and lifted her face to kiss her. When their eyes met, they smiled at each other. They felt alive.
When they finally gained their bearings, Aang reached down for his shorts and pulled out the drawstring bag. He gave her another kiss and placed it in her hands. "I made this for you," he whispered, slightly fatigued.
Katara's eyes lit up as she looked down at the bag, pulling out the bracelet and admiring it. She thumbed the charms, then looked back up at him. "Aang, I love it. It's perfect." She place it on her wrist. "I'm going to keep it forever. I love you. Thank you." They both felt the bracelet, tracing the charms, pointing at the alternation of yellow, blue, yellow, blue.
"It's not even noon, yet," Aang mumbled. "We're nasty."
Katara erupted in laughter, holding his face as she threw her head back. Aang looked at her neck and debated kissing it. She then looked in his eyes, kissed him, and whispered back: "Then it looks like we have the entire day to catch up on lost time, huh?"