A/N: After long consideration, I am now publishing this story on . I've written it in October 2008, and published it on LJ. So it's not a new piece of work, but it's new for here.
Disclaimer: 'Avatar: The Last Airbender' does not belong to me.
The soft silken sheets didn't help much in keeping her cool. Her body was hot, even without any clothing on, and as she languidly rubbed herself between her legs, eyes closed, her thoughts focused on the Avatar, who at this moment was late to return home. It was already dark outside, and the moon, almost full, bathed the room in a silvery light. But to Katara, none of this mattered, she had waited until her patience had lost against her desire. She was so lost in her pleasure that she didn't hear the front door open and close, and someone entering the house.
Instead she kept her hand busy, small moans escaping her lips. "Aang..." She sighed.
"I'm right here."
She snapped her eyes open, looking towards the door, where, sure enough, Aang stood, his smug expression clear in the moonlight. "You're late." she said, desire and mock anger mixing in her voice.
But she didn't stop.
"I know." His gaze wandered from her face down her body to between her legs, where her hand was still busy. "Though coming back to this, I think it was worth it." he added. Slowly, his gaze never leaving her, he moved to a chair and sat down, facing the bed. He still had a lopsided grin. "I didn't think you'd be so impatient, Katara." "I got tired of waiting. Get undressed."
But she didn't stop.
He had a perfect view of what she was doing, and she continued to pleasure herself, her cerulean eyes fixed on him. He leaned back, clearly enjoying the show and making no move to follow her order. They looked at each other, neither saying a word, a silence hanging above them, interrupted only by her soft moans. She could see the bulge in his pants, the desire she was causing in him.
But she didn't stop.
Both stayed like that, her gaze boring into him, while his roamed over her body, paying special attention to what her hand was still doing between her legs. He was in no hurry to stop her wonderful display, and he could hear her breathing becoming faster. Then, finally, she closed her eyes, and her head fell back against the pillows. She arched, a quiet and low moan escaping her lips. After a few moments, her breathing calmed again, and her hand slowed, and she looked back at him. Aang smiled, and got up to make his way over to the bed. He could still see the desire burning in her eyes, and knew that she wanted him.
But she didn't stop.
Not yet.