Heh heh...Aang takes his revenge. :D
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Read on, my brave warriors!
Katara knocked her head, hard, on the wall, even as Aang pushed her even further into the wood, kissing her with such desperation she thought she might just melt from the intensity of it.
She didn't think she'd ever been kissed by him like this before.
He paid no attention to her attempts to lever herself off the wall and onto something more comfortable – a bed, perhaps. She knew her lips were red and swollen; she even suspected they could be purple, from the battering they were taking.
What changed?
She was trying as hard as she could to keep up, but she wasn't used to it. Aang was suddenly far too quick for her, always three steps ahead, driving her faster and faster until she could barely breathe, let alone think about what she was doing. Katara wasn't even sure what she was doing; he was kissing her, and she was doing her best to kiss him back, but then Aang would bite her lower lip, hard, or press his hands right into the small of her back, pushing her into him, or moan her name...and she found herself beginning to panic.
For the first time, she had no idea what she was doing. No idea what was going on. No control whatsoever.
"Aang," she tried to gasp, her whole body limp, near exhausted, "Aang, please, stop it."
When he didn't she tried again, pulling her lips back and pressing her face into his shoulder, if only to cut off all access to them – they hurt. A lot.
"Enough," she whispered hoarsely, "Please, Aang...enough."
"Can't handle it, huh?" he murmured, managing to sound cheeky despite his rasping voice, "Welcome to my world."
As Aang sat them both gently down on the bed, hugging her to him, slowly stroking her hair, she had the distinct impression he had just given her a taste of her own medicine.
She knew for certain when she appeared for breakfast the next day, and everyone had taken one look at her and had burst out laughing. "Aang got, you didn't he?" Zuko chuckled, and Katara touched her lips, blushing – she knew they were quite obviously swollen.
"What do you mean?" she asked, and Zuko grinned.
"Do you know how many times Aang has come down here with lips like that? He got you," he barked out a laugh, "He got you good."
As Katara found, her lips were incredibly painful for the rest of that day until Aang came back, appearing in her room like a ghost and kissing her, softly and gently, his cool lips like a soothing balm; like a medicine. Just like she would when Aang would complain of her condition.
And she learned that, sometimes, a taste of your own medicine really isn't all that bitter. Sometimes, it makes you feel a whole lot better.
Squeeeeeing is appropriate :D
Ahhh, shmexy Aang taking his revenge, how we loove you...reviews, as always, will quench the beast. :D