A/N: Hey everyone! I thought I'd take a stab at writing some fan fiction, and this is what I came up with! It's my take on the finale kiss between Aang and Katara and I tried to make as gooey and Kataangy as possible :P so let me know what you think! It's my first time writing something like this and it was quite enjoyable, so if you liked it (or didn't like it) let me know and I might do more! Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoy! :)
Update: I've decided to turn this into a collection of oneshots and maybe other stories! Please, enjoy! And definitely review :)
oh and the title isn't supposed to be a political statement, I just thought it fit, so don't flame me! haha anyways enjoy :)
I don't own Avatar: The Last Airbender
Katara glanced outside of the tea shop and saw Aang standing by himself, looking out over the sweeping skyline of Ba Sing Se. It was a gorgeous evening in the Earth Kingdom capital; the setting sun enveloping the sky and the whole city with a warm hue. The war had ended. The war that lasted one hundred years, the war that had rocked the four nations to their core, the war that changed Katara's life forever was finally over, and it was all thanks to the boy in front of her. The boy she found in the iceberg not even a year ago, the boy she traveled the world with, the boy she laughed with, the boy she struggled with, the boy she fought alongside and the boy who never ceased to amaze her with how much he cared.
Aang gazed off into the distance. He looked out over the city, to the horizon, donning a contented smile. He had never felt happier in his life. He could have never predicted his life would turn out the way it did, but he was so grateful to have made such wonderful memories with the people he had grown to love. Their grand adventure had just finished with a flourish, and now was the time to celebrate. Aang breathed in the sweet evening air, completely at peace.
Oh, how Katara admired him. He was brave, yet kind. He was strong, yet emotional. He had been through so much in his short life, shouldered so much responsibility, and yet was the most genuine and kind-hearted person she had ever met. She loved the bond they had with each other. She loved how he was never unafraid to share his feelings with her, how he had cared so much for her. She loved how they had grown up together, how they shared such an epic journey together. Most of all, as she was now realizing, she loved him. She loved him so much that she was afraid she would lose him. She was afraid to confess her feelings that night on Ember Island, even when he was unafraid to confess his. She never wanted to hurt him. But that was all in the past. The war was over, and there he was, the most magnificent person she had ever known, the boy Katara loved, gazing out at the world he saved. She knew now was the time.
Aang heard footsteps behind him. He hoped they were Katara's. If there was anyone in the world he wanted to spend this moment with, it was Katara. He had a feeling it was Katara, and sure enough, there she was, smiling the most genuine smile he had ever seen. He knew in the past he would have tensed up and blushed furiously, but he was the most content he had ever been in his life. He looked back at her, smiling all the same, feeling nothing but pure euphoria as they appreciated each other's company.
Katara felt her cheeks grow warm as he returned her gaze, but she couldn't help it and did not want to fight it. She simply looked into his warm gray eyes before putting a hand on his shoulder and pulling him into a deep embrace. She felt him melt into her, channeling his unadulterated joy into every fiber of her being. He was the most important person in her life, and she could not help but grow euphoric when he returned her affection ten-fold. They stood there in the warmth of the evening, enjoying each other, not an ounce of nervousness between them. This felt right, this felt natural. She smiled, positive emotions coursing through every part of her being. She could not have been more proud of him, more impressed by him, more in love with him. She had to show it.
Aang loosened his grip, slowly, and looked deep into her blue eyes. They hadn't said a word, but they didn't need to. Aang felt every emotion they had shared together in that moment, every single facet of the bond that they created together was felt simply through her presence. It felt so natural, so right, so incredible to him that any single ounce of nervousness or apprehension disappeared into a haze of pure joy. He loved her so much. They turned to gaze out once more over the beauty of Ba Sing Se.
Suddenly, Katara felt her heart flutter. Excitement coursed through her veins, not nervous but euphoric, as she turned to face him. She felt unusually warm, as if his very presence was blanketing her in a calming aura, which only intensified as he turned to meet her gaze. The distance between them was unusually close, but not uncomfortable at all. Their eyes locked in a fierce call of love and longing as if their very souls danced in harmony. The moment both had been waiting for, yearning for, striving for, longing for, was about to be upon them. This was the calm before the storm.
Aang was utterly captivated by her. She was everything to him, and he, as their eyes glazed over with compassion, could feel his heart rate quickening beneath him. She was right there in front of him, so calm, so natural, so beautiful in every way he could imagine. Her eyes glowed, and he could tell she felt the same way he did about her right then and there. He could feel her gaze deep inside of him, but it was as kind and compassionate and gentle as she was. He loved her with all of his heart. He knew that this was the moment he had been waiting for.
Her lips charged forward and found his as both of them poured every ounce of compassion and love into each other. Every single fiber of her being exploded with pure love for the boy in front of her. She leaned into him, cupping his face with her hand as they descended into pure ecstasy. This, she knew, was the very culmination of every single moment they had spent together. She never wanted it to end.
Aang was ready for her, but was still slightly shocked at how vigorously she initiated the kiss. He simply could not believe what was happening to him, he could not believe how unbelievable he felt at the very moment their lips met. He was determined not to let her down as he responded gently but with all the love she poured in and more. They melted into each other, moving rhythmically to the pure love they urged into each other. They were driven by the unquenchable need to be as close to each other as possible, each declaring so vigorously and so passionately the love they felt for each other. Aang descended into pure and utter euphoria.
Seconds felt like hours as Katara wrapped her arms around Aang and pulled him deeper into the kiss. Their tongues danced gracefully as an unbelievable warmth spread through every part of her body. She loved Aang. She loved him so much more than she realized before. She had loved him and always loved him and will continue to love him. Kissing him felt like the most unbelievable thing in the world. It wasn't the nervous kiss they had shared the day of the invasion, nor the desperate kiss he initiated on Ember Island. No, this was something she wanted vehemently. She wanted him to know how much she cared about him, how much she appreciated him as a person. She wanted him to know that he was the most incredible person in the world, and she wanted him to know that she loved him so much her heart ached. He was all she could think about. This was the most magical moment she had ever known. The sheer warmth of his mouth was intoxicating, and she could feel him pouring his love into her as much as she was to him. She let him know with every fiber of her being that she loved him so very much.
Aang couldn't think clearly. All the love and pleasure and joy and euphoria he was feeling took all of his energy, but he didn't care. No, Aang did not care at all. In fact, kissing Katara was the best feeling in the entire world. His love for her had been pent up and guarded; he never wanted to hurt her with his feelings for her. Now though, now that he knew she felt the same way, he could not do anything else but to flood her with all the love he had for her, all the emotion he had held back was suddenly and dramatically relieved in a sea of complete elation. He loved her, and she loved him. Nothing seemed more right in the universe.
Neither wanted the moment to end. Their relationship was so deep and their bond with each other was so strong that the sudden expression of their feelings for each other, so passionate and heartfelt, was simply the most wonderful thing in the world. Their adventure to end the war together had ended but they both knew, at that very moment, that their adventure in life together, an adventure so euphoric and grand, had just begun.