Title: In Private They...
Author/Artist: the general girl
Pairing: Aang/Katara
Fandom: Avatar: The Last Airbender, maybe ten years post-finale.
Theme: #27, overflow
Disclaimer: Everything belongs to Bryke and Nickelodeon.
She rarely kisses him in public.
When she does, they are quick, fleeting but affectionate brushes of lips against cheek, her hand curling around his, now much larger, in a soft squeeze before she turns her attention back to whomever she's speaking to or whatever she was doing before.
He doesn't mind, and even though they always stand close together, even though his hands will always find an excuse to linger protectively on the small of her back, over the curve of a hip, he restrains himself.
To the rest of the world their relationship is easy and affectionate, comfortable like a well worn blanket. Someone always makes a half joking remark about the placidity of their reaction to each other, and Sokka was always making cracks about how he didn't have to worry about his sister being with the Avatar because there was no way anything could be happening.
But oh oh oh, they don't know.
They don't know that in the privacy of their own bedroom, conveniently placed linen closets or even that dark alley behind Iroh's teashop, Katara would grab him by the neck and slam her mouth against his in a searing kiss or that he would tear his lips away only to attack her throat with lips and teeth and tongue before nipping his way back up her jaw line to reclaim her mouth. They don't know that if caught the Avatar and his young bride would most definitely be jailed or at least fined for public indecency. They don't know that Katara holds him with the same desperate strength that Aang uses to clutch her to his body or the way she pushes up and into him, wanting to be closer closer closer like she wants to crawl inside his skin his heart his soul and live there.
In private, they overflow.
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