'Katara, are you awake?' Aang hissed nervously.
'Yeah, what's up?'
He pulled back the flap of the tent and his jaw dropped. Katara was lying on her front on the mat, her ankles crossed behind her back, wearing only a cropped white singlet with a thin sarong draped loosely over her backside. Her hair was all pushed over her left shoulder, leaving her right shoulder completely exposed to the blatant caresses of the orange lamplight. Aang's eyes trailed down her spine, over the dip in her lower back and the two dimples just above the sarong, to her smooth, olive thighs…
She looked up inquiringly from the manuscript she was studying.
'What's the matter?' she asked.
'Uh – I just, uh, couldn't sleep is all,' said Aang, collecting his thoughts and grinning sheepishly.
He nervously rubbed the back of his neck. Katara smiled.
'You can come in and sit with me if you want,' she invited, waving her hand at the spare mat opposite. 'I'm just reading this manuscript about Fire Nation culture, trying to get some background information.'
'Is it any good?'
Aang stepped inside, letting the tent flap fall closed again and sitting cross-legged opposite her. He didn't really care about Fire Nation culture. He didn't seem to be able to care about anything except the way Katara's singlet plunged in a deep V down her chest.
'It's actually quite interesting,' said Katara, looking back at the manuscript. 'It says here that the Fire Nation army have a specific salute that's meant to look like a flame.'
'That's nice,' said Aang, though he wasn't paying attention at all.