A/N: So, Legend of Korra's coming out next year. Celebration time :)
Tenzin is 21 in this story.
Tenzin, to be quite honest, was tired.
Not physically, of course. Though physically, especially after last night, he was drained, but this tiredness was something he was used to, being a bender, and all.
Well, bending had nothing to do with this. It did, but in a more literal way.
He shifted a little on the bed, pushing slightly away from the beautiful brunette beside him. He couldn't even remember her name. Ayame? No. Amira? No.
Whatever. It wasn't the first time he'd gone to bed with someone whose name he didn't know.
He placed his hands under his head, interlocking his fingers and stared at the ceiling. He remembered which country he was in, at least, if nothing else.
The activities he had taken part in last night, of course took their toll on him, but this was what he lived for.
He laid back on the pillow and thought of his parents. He could almost hear his dad's voice saying seriously "Tenzin, each woman is special. Never forget that."
He grinned a little, in a way that makes so many girls fall in love with him at first sight.
His mother always said that he got his charm from his father.
Sure, he could believe that.
His thoughts then took a mischievous turn: if only his parents could see him now.
"Sweetheart, sex is a natural expression of love. I know you may feel conflicted about it now, but in a few years, you'll learn the true value of it, and the closeness it brings to a relationship." His mother always was a romantic at heart.
Closeness. He chuckled a little. Well, they were certainly close now.
When was the last time he'd seen his parents? Six months ago? Seven? He rubbed the back of his head, fingers tangling in the black, ear-length hair he'd grown.
At first, he wanted to cover his arrow while living incognito in Republic City, but later, he realized he picked up a lot more girls with it.
Speaking of arrows… He gazed at the girl, still asleep next him. Had she seen his?
He doubted she did, because, despite the fact that they were all over his body, she was quite intoxicated last night. So was he, for that matter.
Tenzin never really understood how he became the polar opposite of his dad. It wasn't need for attention, it was just a rebellious streak he'd developed as a teen (thanks, Aunt Toph), and that persisted into adulthood.
He loved his parents. He really did. He respected the Air Nomad culture and his heritage, and was so proud to be a part of it.
But, honestly. Abstinence until marriage? No, thank you.
Eventually, one thing combined with another, and Tenzin became the man he was today.
He made sure none of his shenanigans came back to haunt him. The girls he met were always the daughters of nobles, and royalty. Which was no surprise, really, having spent most of his life with them.
Tenzin grinned and moved closer to the woman beside him. He played with the long hair splayed on her shoulder and woke her with a kiss.
"Ready for round two?"
The girl smiled back, besotted, as his hips ground against hers.
(Just because he's the son of the Avatar doesn't mean he can't have fun.)
A/N: There you have it. My view on Tenzin being the opposite of his dad. A womanizing, drinking, awesome-airbending badass.
