While I feel odd writing cartoon Erotica, the preview of next month's Airbender movie looks anything but childish. This is my first multi-chapter story. Let me know what you think.

Chapter 2 will be up soon.

Rating: M Explicit Sexual Content

Disclaimer: I don't own ATLA

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His lips pushed down on hers and as his mouth opened it spread her lips and his tongue touched hers. Their breathing became quicker and the kiss became urgent. Their tongues circled each other and his head moved to press his lips harder to hers over and over again. She tugged at him to roll his body on top of hers. She wanted to feel overpowered. It crossed her mind that he was the most powerful man in the world and he wasn't even a man yet. To think of what he would become.

His hand was in her hair and the way it tangled against her scalp made tingles run down her neck. His other hand had been on her back, as usual, but now it had moved onto her thigh and she was happy for the change. His hand being there made her think of things. She thought of how it would feel if it drifted inward or if he grabbed her thigh and spread her open. She put her hand on his and laced their fingers and both hands rubbed her upper leg in large circles, each time coming close to touching between her legs.

Her night dress was up around her waist and her underwear was the only thing keeping him from his other destiny. He wanted to touch her there. He had no idea what to do once he got there but he'd improvised all his life and it had always seemed to work out, how could this be any different.

"How far will you go?" she whispered in the dark.

"How far will you let me go?" he said smiling and kissing her neck.

"Until just before I can't stop myself."

"How will I know when that is?"

"I'll tell you." She said. Knowing that she trusted him completely and this meant she could go as far as she wanted and could turn back at any time.

As she began to slide the straps of her nightgown down her arms, he sat back and watched her.

Katara felt no shame in showing Aang her breasts. She'd been told several times that she was a beautiful girl and that her figure was lovely. She didn't expect anything but his approval but as she slid the fabric down to expose herself she looked away.

She stared at a spot on the ceiling she could hardly see and waited for his reaction.

He'd dreamt about her nude many times and had always envisioned her with dark nipples. He wouldn't have been disappointed otherwise, it's just the way he'd pictured her. Now he stared at her exotic dark skin, and the deep brown tips he'd been picturing in his head.

His penis jumped involuntarily and while he knew she'd noticed, he hoped she would see this as a sign of excitement and not a lack of control.

"You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen." He whispered as he reached out and touched her chest so lightly that it ticked her and made her smile.

She quickly became self conscious under his fixed gaze. She pulled his head down to kiss him and he grabbed her breast and moaned. With his still groping hand firmly on her breast he did his best to lay flush on top of her and the feeling of skin on warm soft skin was luscious.

He realized several moments later that he was pressing himself hard against her leg and he felt momentarily selfish. He sat up and stared at her again.

"Can I touch you?" He asked.

There was silence.

This was farther than they'd ever gone. In the year since the war had ended they'd spent many steamy nights touching breasts through clothing or pressing against each other, but now the house in Ba Sing Se was empty, except for Aang's bedroom. Toph was visiting her parents and Sokka was with Suki. It was one night, alone. Earlier Katara had pulled Sokka aside and told him that he could trust her. He agreed, knowing that he and Suki would return the next morning.

"I want you to,…...I don't know, Aang."

"I want to make you feel….what I feel." He said.

She spread her legs a bit and he took that as a 'yes'. He leaned next to her on one elbow and kissed her mouth lightly. He moved his hand down slowly, giving her time to change her mind. He touched her underwear and moved his hand down between her legs and she made a noise into his mouth and kissed him harder.

She showed him with her hand how she wanted to be touched and as her breathing quickened he bent down to kiss her neck and chest. While he sucked and licked her he never stopped moving his hand the way she liked. She spread her legs wider. Her one hand held his head while the other gripped the sheets of his bed.

She pushed her hips up against his hand and he quickened the pace and asked if it was okay. She only made more noise and her grip on his head tightened.

He wanted her to understand how lucky he felt to be doing this. How much he loved her. How long he'd waited for this. He kissed her lips and cheek and whispered over and over again his love for her.

His fingers were becoming damp through the fabric of her underwear and he heard her call his name. She started to whimper and he held her closer to him and she shook and cried out his name one last time and then grabbed his hand to make him stop.

He looked at her laying there, breathing hard, mostly naked and he understood the need to be inside a woman.

As he settled himself on top of her she moved her hand down and wrapped it around his length through his underwear. He moved against her hand and he pressed himself hard against her. He called her name and she replied "Yes, Aang, yes." His hands gripped her shoulders, probably more tightly than he'd intended but he couldn't stop himself and he groaned and shook and the waves tore through him and he collapsed on top of her. He felt warm and sweaty and rolled next to her. They looked at each other and grinned. They cleaned themselves off and snuggled in for the night, together.

A cool breeze rolled over them from Aang's half open window. Aang's one hand stroked her hair while the other held her securely against him. Katara laid there with eyes open thinking about what they had done. A small smile crossed her lips and she willed herself not to sleep so she could recall every detail. A minute later, they were both asleep.

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Katara woke early the next morning to the sounds of singing birds and Aang's light snores. She watched him sleep and wondered if he would wake feeling older today, as she had.

She got up and headed to the bathroom to take care of business and to get herself dressed. She suddenly remembered the bracelet her father had given her. She'd left in the sparring yard behind the Earth Kingdom palace yesterday morning during training and she'd forgotten to retrieve it.

The walk wasn't far. She'd write Aang a note and be back so they could go out for breakfast. The morning was cool and quiet and the walk was pleasant. It gave her a chance to think about last night. Several times passer's by stared as she walked down the street alone with her goofy grin. She couldn't take the smile off her face and they could think what they liked.

She walked into the sparring yard and headed towards the area where she'd set her bracelet down just a day before. In her happy haze she didn't see it coming. She felt it, though. With a thud, she was knocked to the ground. Blood pooled around her and the men came running.