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"Ahhh!!" Aang shouted as Katara's healing ripped through his back. They were on the balcony of their gazebo, overlooking the city as Katara went to work on Aang's wounds. Usually it felt soothing when she treated him, but sometimes it hurt like a bitch, and he wondered if she was secretly getting a kick out of his reaction.
"Oops! Breathe through it."
"Be honest, you're enjoying this."
"Aang, this is serious. If they're willing to do this, what else are they willing to do?" Katara returned the water to the basin, walking to stand next to him by the railing. She couldn't help but notice how sad he looked, and she could feel the concern itching at her skin. She hated seeing him upset.
Aang sighed, looking over the railing at the glimmering lights of the city. He knew she was right, but he didn't know what to about it. "... I don't know."
She held the air between them, lowering her tone. "I'm worried about you. You're spending more and more time at the air temple, alone."
"I know. It's... how I hold on to my past."
"I know how hard this is for you."
Aang's back arched over the railing. He could feel his chest tighten with the confession he was about to make, feeling like saying it out loud would only make it more real, but this was Katara. If he didn't tell her everything, then he'd never feel better. "When I was attacked, all I could think about was that... this could be it. I'm the last airbender. If I die, my culture dies with me."
"You may be the last airbender, but you're not alone. Aang, none of this would exist without you. Because of you, all of the nations live here together." As she spoke, Katara watched him walk across the balcony, hiding his expression.
"All except mine."
She could feel part of her heart breaking at his response. She walked up to him and held him from behind, resting her cheek against the warmth of his back. It felt good to finally hold him close to her. Under her palm, she could feel the racing of his heart. "I know. But the people here still need your protection. You're an airbender, but you're also the Avatar."
"You're right. Whoever this person is, I need to find out more."
"And you will, I know you will." She grabbed his arm to turn him towards her, him slowly turning around to meet her. "But just for a little while, can I just have Aang? Not an airbender, not the Avatar, just Aang?"
His shoulders felt relief as they sunk into the floor, all of him heavy and droopy from the weight of his worries being slowly lowered down. Sometimes it felt like carrying a boulder, the trauma and stress and expectations layering upon one another until they formed a dense reminder of how he simply can't afford to fuck up. Sometimes that boulder would be lugged around for days, and sometimes, it gently slid off his back the moment Katara spoke to him.
He loved her because it was just that simple. It made sense. He had no questions, no doubts, no need for explanations. He knew, spiritually, that they were written in the cosmos, that their love was predestined. He knew that he was supposed to love her, and will love her, for the rest of time. It's the only thing that he truly understood in this world.
"You know I'm not done with you yet, right?" She motioned to where he was sitting before, softly grinning, hoping he wouldn't argue and would let her keep healing him.
Aang didn't argue. Truthfully, he rarely did. Why would he ever say no to her attention, her touch? He had been gone for so many days that it felt intoxicating just to have her fingers graze his skin. He made a significant effort not to think too long about how bad he wanted her fingers everywhere else, how bad he needed her.
What Aang didn't know was that Katara needed him more. Truthfully, she had finished her healing the moment Aang howled like a hogmonkey, but she didn't need to tell him that. She wasn't done admiring the curves of his back, the way his muscles sculpted his frame, the warmth of his skin as her palm brushed down his spine. Her lips curled up with her secret as Aang slowly resumed his position in the chair, suddenly attuned to the heavy air between them.
"What else do you need to do, baby?" He tested the waters with his question, half expecting her to give him a genuine reason, like a leftover knot that needed untwisting — but silence floated in the air for a second too long, which only raised his suspicions.
"I'm uh," she mumbled back. "Just finishing up. They got you pretty bad."
Aang smirked. Katara never stumbled on her words, especially when discussing something as important to her as medicine. She typically spoke on the topic with such confidence and passion, anybody around her would stop to listen. Her voice commanded a room; Aang loved thinking about the way she would teach courses on emergency healing, the way she presented her plans to other council members, the way she told him what she wanted when he was between her thighs-
Her arms then wrapped around Aang's chest as she hugged herself into him again, her cheek pressed against the scar on his back. The water she was using splashed onto the floor and dripped off the edge of the balcony. The gesture was so cute he almost started to feel guilty for reminiscing on memories of going down on her, but that was until her palms flattened against his chest and slowly moved towards his slacks. His eyes fixated on the floor, watching the water pour over the edge as he became very aware of her intentions.
"I missed you, baby," she spoke lowly, almost a whisper. Her tone itself made a moan rumble in the back of his throat, him sinking into her embrace as her hands rubbed the inner parts of his thigh. Her thumb teased him, the buzzing sensation of the fabric against him causing his vision to blur. Aang thought that maybe every last drop of blood in his body had pooled to his waist the moment she did that. A shudder started in his neck and vibrated his body, his eyes gently rolling back at the feeling of her fingers running along the side of him.
"Katara..."
"I'm so happy you're home," she continued, rubbing slowly, pressing her lips to his neck. Her sigh caused his hairs to stand, and he started to notice that he wasn't breathing evenly. The hold this woman had on him was insurmountable, but he knew that he was exactly where he wanted to be.
He made an effort to stabilize his breath. "Me, too," he muttered.
"I thought about you a lot while you were gone. Everyone always asks me about you." Her hands paused at the innermost part of his thigh. "When I was laying in bed, trying my best to fall asleep, all I could think about was how bad I wish you were holding me."
Aang thought about that a lot, too. He thought about how perfect she fit against his frame, how well he could protect her when she was in his arms. How beautiful her face looked as she slept, how he would hold his breath and be as still as he could so he wouldn't wake her. Sometimes he'd stay up for hours, just watching the way her chest would rise and fall. That was the worst part about being alone at the air temple. Even though he was technically home, it never really felt like home without her.
He only realized how hard he had gotten when she wrapped her hand around him and gently pulled, getting a feel for him under the fabric. He could feel her lips part around his neck and couldn't hold back a low, grumbly moan in response.
"Aang," she sighed. "I couldn't stop thinking about this, either."
He knew she was blushing behind him, and he couldn't miss out on seeing that. He grabbed her hands and turned around, pulling her into his lap and inhaling her into a kiss. She softly yelped, a sound of relief that they were finally close again. For a moment, he could still hear the water dripping off the ledge, the sound of birds sweeping through the city, the distant buzz of city life underneath their tower... but everything went quiet when she started digging her hips into his in a slow, torturous grind.
After some time, he broke their kiss to nip a trail down her neck, Katara already gasping and attempting to utilize the break to breathe. He returned all too soon, his tongue pressing against hers, grabbing the back of her head and sighing from how good the friction of her hips felt. She whined — oh, how heavenly — and he once again broke away to kiss the other side of her neck. He wasn't going to let a single part of her be untouched tonight.
"Aang, I can't-" She was still softly gasping, "I can't catch my breath, I'm not- an airbender-"
Aang giggled. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he teased. "I can't get enough of you. You're everything I could ever want." His hands went down to her thighs, pushing up the fabric of her dress, the cool night air kissing the exposed skin. Aang looked down and growled. "And fuck, I want all of you."
Katara winced, adrenaline flooding through her torso as she felt herself drip into her clothes. She could feel herself losing her composure, feeling the blush overtaking her cheeks as the primal need for him clouded any coherent thought she had before.
Aang's thumbs crept up her thighs until they felt outside the lining of her underwear, and she clenched her teeth from the pleasurable electricity that jolted through her hips. She hadn't prepared herself for what it would feel like to have Aang's hands on her again, even through the thin fabric. She became all the more flustered when she realized that he could feel how she had soaked them through.
He broke their kiss and looked into her eyes, his brows furrowing as his fingers dampened.
"Look at you, baby," his breath was shaky now, nearly overwhelmed with desire. "I need you so bad right now."
He moved his hands to grab her hips, manually moving her to grind against him. She whined again — fuck — and he started debating if he should take all of her clothes off right on this balcony. He didn't know if he could wait.
"Don't you think- should we go inside?" She struggled to string a sentence together as he grunted into her neck. She didn't think she could wait much longer either, but her sensibility found its way through the cracks.
"What for?" He asked, distracted.
"What if someone sees us?"
"Up on the tower?"
"Well, I don't know," she continued, then moaned when she felt how hard he was against her.
"Do you think someone can see us?"
"I don't know, um, probably? Maybe..."
Aang smirked and then devilishly grinned, lifting her up from where they were sitting and turning to place her on the railing before resuming their kiss. She gasped and glanced behind her at the long distance from the railing to the streets of Republic City, but never once felt afraid of falling with Aang's arms around her. Even if she did fall, this would have been a pretty great way to go, she thought. Still, though, this was the opposite of inconspicuous.
"Good." He finally replied, still smiling into their kiss. One of his hands returned to her inner thigh. He pulled his lips up to her ear, whispering, "I want the world to remember that you're mine. Let them know how bad I want you. Let them see how stunning you are."
Her arms tightened around his neck as she sighed his name, blissfully floating from the intensity of his words. She imagined for a moment that there actually were people watching, and instead of feeling embarrassed, she felt on top of the world. In a way, she actually was. Here they were, in a tall building in a city they created together, and the Avatar was putting her on a territorial display. The only thing that could be better than this feeling was... well, what she knew was coming next.
"I need you," She whimpered weakly, her voice sounding like a songbird, Aang thought. His poor girl, so patiently waiting for him, probably uncomfortably aching by the feel of her drenched panties. He lifted her again, light as a feather, kissing her while navigating into their room.
It was a little warmer in here, which was a nice relief from the chilling air outside. Candles were lit around the room which cast warm shadows across the wooden panels. Katara always loved their cozy gazebo near the center of the town, decorated to represent both of their nations. She felt him lower her onto the edge of their blue comforter, although instead of lowering onto the bed with her, he lowered onto his knees. She wondered when she would be able to catch her breath tonight, because right now, she felt entirely paralyzed.
He looked up at her from his kneeled position on the floor, his eyes glistening and slightly glazed over. Honestly, he looked beautiful. Ethereal. He was chiseled from head to toe, his strong arms resting on her thighs once more. She was so proud of the man her Aang had become, so confident and powerful, and she had him all to herself.
"I've been waiting for this, Katara," he spoke lowly, pushing up her dress to finally reveal her waist and her panties. His eyes were glued to the wet spot on her fabric. He was so still, so calculated and focused, and she felt pathetic from how she was slightly squirming and breathing heavily. Something about his hungry gaze made her get even wetter.
One thumb hooked into the lining of her panties, then he slowly pulled them to the side. He noticed how a sticky fluid hung between the fabric and the swollen skin of her clit, a sight so delicious that he started to salivate.
"I wish you could see this, baby," he spoke to her as one thumb dragged down her clit. She whimpered as he watched his thumb get coated in her fluid, watched how some of it dripped down onto the mattress. "You're so ready for me, its so good."
She fell back onto her arms, weighted down by the blissful pleasure of his fingers on her skin. She was starting to feel like she was floating as he rubbed longer, pressed harder, glared into her. Some part of her was aware that he was pulling her panties down her legs until they were thrown to the floor. She really woke up when his head dove between her thighs, his tongue flattening against her clit.
"Aang, oh God," she gasped.
"You're better than I remember." He breathed, then started kissing and sucking her skin. Katara thought he was nearly inhaling her. "So good."
She fully fell back onto the mattress now, her eyes fixating on the arched panels in the ceiling. His thumbs burned into her thighs as his moans vibrated his lips, causing Katara to arch her back from the feeling. She had needed this so bad, and what made it so intoxicating was how bad Aang seemed to need it, too. She loved that he was always eager to taste her, to make her feel good, and nothing else in the world drove her crazier.
"I dreamed of doing this," He sighed, and Katara wasn't sure if he was talking to her or talking to himself. She had so much pent up tension from missing him that she felt like she could explode any second. Aang then gripped under her knees and pushed her legs back, exposing her further, and greedily grunted as he increased the pace of his tongue flicking, his lips nipping and pulling. He could tell that Katara was already close, which was so fucking hot - he had barely started. There was nothing else in the world that he wanted more than to watch her spill over from his touch, and he couldn't wait any longer.
He inserted a finger inside of her, then two, and immediately Katara clenched down and moaned.
"I'm gonna- yes, please, keep doing that- oh, Aang, I can't hold it, I'm so-"
"My good girl," he groaned, then started pumping his fingers while he sucked.
She had warned him, but he was still surprised when she started to cum on his fingers, clenching and unclenching and wiggling on the bed in front of him. She was so sexy, every primal need flooded his brain as he watched her writhe around him. More fluid started to coat his hand, dripping down his wrist, and that was his deciding factor to take off his slacks and lift her further into the bed. She was still spasming, her eyes rolled back and unaware of Aang lifting her, until he took her into a kiss once again.
Now, she could feel his naked body against her, and her heart raced with the desperation she felt to have him inside of her. Before she could gather enough focus to string a sentence together, Aang took off her belt and opened her dress to expose the rest of her body. She could see her bare breasts rising and falling from her uneven breathing, see how Aang's large hands wrapped around the shape of them and grabbed them, could hear him grunting in her ear as he soaked in the sight of her underneath him. She could feel the liquid still dripping between her legs, a reminder of how bad she needed him right now.
"Please, please," She whispered, "I need you so bad, I need you right now."
Aang looked down at himself and could see how intensely he was throbbing against her thigh. A small amount of liquid was dripping out and coating her skin. He agreed — they both couldn't stand to wait a second longer. He quickly lined himself up with her, Katara moaning from the sight of his muscular frame positioned in front of her, then started to push inside.
Good lord, she felt incredible. She was gripping onto him, hot, nearly slippery from how badly he had worked her up. His nostrils flared as he pushed deeper, feeling her stretch around him. He looked down at her below him and felt drunk from how gorgeous she was. Her eyebrows furrowed, her face blushed, her shoulders tense as she adjusted to his presence in her. Her braid was thrown to the side of the pillow, her eyes boring into him, pleading. Finally, it was only them.
Them together, as close as they could be, so warm and blushed and buzzy from the sex they've been impatiently daydreaming about. Even their kiss felt different, almost spiritual, as Aang started to diligently thrust his hips into her.
"You mean everything to me," he fought to say, the adrenaline causing his entire body to tremble above her. He was pushed fully to the hilt, then pulling fully out, only to press himself all the way back up. He wanted all of her. He wanted it over, and over, and forever.
"You're so deep, it's so good," she sighed, whining each time he pressed into the deepest part of her. She couldn't believe how full she felt. Aang was... big. It was something she thought about often, sometimes in the most inconvenient places, but she would usually feel a grin form on her face at her favorite dirty secret about the Avatar. That grin usually was wiped off her face when she was in council meetings, though, when she noticed herself squeezing her thighs together from thinking about it for too long.
"Katara, my love," he whined, thrusting harder, and that's when she knew how good he felt. She absolutely loved when he got to this point — less careful, so whimpery, so powerful as he wrestled with his pleasure. He felt so large above her, his muscles fully encompassing her frame. Just as she was about to hold his face, respond to his musings, Aang increased his pace. His grip on her hips caused his knuckles to whiten, sitting up slightly to get a better angle to fuck her. He felt like he was constantly on the edge, groaning as he watched himself disappear inside of her, watching her fluid coat both of their hips. Her cries beneath him only gave him more reason to maintain his pace, hoping the sound of her voice would burn into his mind. Part of him wished that he could just listen to that sound forever, so heavenly and beautiful, it turned him on more than anything else.
His pace was intense, but passionate as he occasionally bent down to kiss her before groaning from how close he was. At one point, one of his arms jutted out and his palm pressed against the wooden headboard above them for leverage. The squishing sounds of him fucking into her was driving both of them crazy, his speed and power causing Katara to gasp below him. She was tightening onto him again, and he couldn't stand it, it was so hot. He watched her try to catch her breath and then slightly grinned at how far gone she was. He leaned down to her ear, his pace incessant.
"Breathe through it." He whispered through his grin.
Katara wailed, both annoyed at his cocky smart-aleck attitude but also overwhelmed from how sexy he could be, thrusting himself inside of her, talking her through what he was doing to her body. She tried to manually breathe, watching him smirk down at her (such an airbender thing to do), but not even that could stop the rushing surge of pleasure through her abdomen.
Aang could tell that she was close again from how tightly she was gripping onto him, how it was taking extra effort to push inside of her. This exact moment was what got him the most. It was so erotic, so raw, so spiritually her. Everything was her, she was pulsing through his veins, flashing through his eyes, burning into his skin. He could feel himself getting closer, too, and watched as her back started to arch in waves.
"God, again, baby?" He breathed.
She only nodded, her teeth clenched, small pitiful whines escaping her throat. She looked absolutely perfect, so flustered and blushing. He couldn't help but let his pleasure take over. How could he fight it when she looked like that?
He spoke to her through grit teeth. "Oh, fuck, you're gonna make me cum, you're so beautiful."
Aang felt her fingernails dig into his back as she spasmed against him, throwing her head back into the pillows as her second orgasm overtook her. He whined at the feeling of it, how wet she was, how she wrestled underneath him. He continued thrusting for a moment more until he felt himself finally surrendering.
Katara thought about how hard she was squeezing as Aang started to cum, her eyes drifting back when she could feel him throbbing and filling her. His whimpers were prolonging her orgasm, which felt otherworldly, and she thought that she could have nearly fainted if it weren't for Aang's desperate grasps all over her body, pressing her deeper into the mattress so he could fill her with everything he had.
She couldn't help but grin at the ceiling, giggling to herself as they both came down. She was still sensitive and throbbing, but she also was thinking about how this was her future, how she was going to be able to do this with Aang over and over for the rest of their lives. How one day they'd have a baby, then have more, then have more. She was addicted to the feeling he gave her. She didn't think that she would ever get sick of this.
Aang fell to the space next to her, kissing her cheek and regulating his breathing. They could feel the mess they made between their thighs, but it didn't matter. They loved how it felt, evidence of how madly in love they were with each other. He was blushing, sighing, staring at her with droopy eyes. She stared back, tracing her fingers along his face.
He noticed Katara bend the water out of a nearby cup, then surround her fingers with a blue glow. She reached behind him and soothed his back, healing the superficial wounds her nails created.
Aang laughed. "Katara, do you really think I'm bothered by a couple scratches?"
She looked to the side, embarrassed, then looked back. "I don't know, I was digging pretty hard."
Aang leaned forward and kissed her, slow, chaste. "You can do whatever you want to me. I'll wear it with pride," he grinned, amused by how cute it was for her to care about such a small injury.
She looked back up at him, matching his grin. She didn't know how to tell him that she viewed him as a work of art, the most beautiful sculpture in the world, someone that needed to be perfectly preserved. She was admittedly becoming obsessive about healing him. Honestly, she couldn't stand to see anything that indicated hurt towards something so pure and perfect.
"I missed you so much, Katara."
Fuck, she was in love.
They held onto that moment for a minute longer, lazily staring into each other's eyes, until they started kissing again. She pressed her palm into the back of his neck to pull him in tighter, him grabbing her waist and sighing into her mouth. It was so simple for the longing to return immediately again, hungry for more of him, not wanting the feeling to end.
Shyly, Katara broke away. "Aang, I think I..."
His eyes met hers, and she realized he was right there with her. She swallowed, then continued. "I know we should probably get some rest, but I think..."
"You want to go again?"
She nodded softly.
"Thank God, me too." He pulled her tighter into him, kissing her a little harder. "You can always have me, Katara. I'm yours, forever."