Inner Contemplations
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Inner Contemplations
Katara kissed Aang slowly, sealing their lips together almost hesitantly. Aang had saved the world, her world, but as she kissed him, she felt nothing. There was no spark, no tingling sensation coursing through her body like waves through the ocean. There was no flash of lights and colors behind her eyelids, no L-O-V-E flickering in her mind. There was only a dull pressure of a mouth against hers and the warmth of skin against her skin. She thought Aang's mouth could have felt much warmer. She had expected something greater, something more romantic, but she was left with only confusion when they parted.
"Are you alright Katara?" Aang beamed up at her, his young face alive and giddy with elation at the return of his unrequited love.
"Yeah, of course." She smiled, bringing a hand up to her lips when he turned to stare at the view of the city. A sense of revulsion had suddenly overcome her, a terrible wrong permeating her skin. She loved Aang, but she loved him like a younger brother, kissing him was like kissing Sokka. It made her want to submerge herself in her element and wash the feel of his mouth on hers away. But what sickened her was the guilt that settled in the pit of her stomach, after initiating a kiss, after giving Aang hope, rejecting his affections would crush his fragile, trusting spirit.
She had seen Aang's spirit when it was broken, she couldn't bring herself to break it.
Mei leaned in to kiss him during dinner. Her mouth soft and warm and tinged with bitterness from the wine they'd had with their meal. There was a pleasure in the kiss, the familiar feel of lips and tongue comforting, signifying an end to the fear and anticipated destruction and doom. But there was no emotion behind it; his affections towards Mei had flickered in and out of existence like the flame of a candle. Burning bright one second, then snuffed out the next, leaving a dark room and a puddle of congealing wax. Mai smelled like the perfumes and soaps and lotions of the Fire Nation noble women, an overly sweet, almost acidic smell. He found himself wishing she smelled like the ocean, refreshing and sweet and clean. He missed the smell from his days of traveling with Aang.
"Let's get out of here, I'm bored." Mei's breath misted warmly over his face, and her soft hand gripped his as she pulled him away from the table. Their footsteps echoed loudly in the empty palace halls, void of life except for the occasional servant. She dragged him towards his bedroom, his bedroom with red silk sheets and the fine red decor worthy of the Fire Lord. It wasn't the first time they had stumbled towards his quarters, and it wouldn't be the last.
Afterwards, when they were both flushed and sweaty, content and drowsy beneath the covers, he couldn't help but wonder why he wasn't enough to stay Mei's boredom.
I'm not too sure about this at all, let me know what you think