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Update: This story's title has been changed because honestly the first one was not that thoughtful and also I really like this song by the Fifth Dimension…Anyway, this first chapter was written several years ago when I was a lot younger and honestly I don't really like it anymore but I'm keeping it up for the fans. Please read the second chapter and tell me what you think.

Together Let's Find Love

Katara walked into the room, fluffing out her damp hair in an attempt to dry it some after her bath. Of course she could waterbend it off, but she liked the wavier affect letting it drip-dry had.

She frowned when she caught sight of Aang, stretched out in bed with a scroll in his hands.

"Work?" she asked as she slipped in next to him. He nodded vaguely. Katara sighed and pulled the scroll away, tossing it to the floor. He gave her a questioning look.

"And you did that because…?"

"Because our wedding's tomorrow and we should have some fun tonight for once instead of you doing work into the hours. Can't you do that tomorrow?"

"It's usually important, but I guess I can make exceptions tonight," Aang said, rolling towards her and placing a hand on her hip. She grinned and snuggled closer to kiss him. She barely got her tongue in his mouth when he pulled away, frowning.

"This 'fun' you speak of…What kind of fun?" he asked.

"This kind," Katara whispered, her hand trailing down his chest, going lower and lower. Aang loved the sensation and the warm trail her hand left behind, but he remembered himself in time to snatch her wrist before it got too close.

"I thought you said we'd wait until after the wedding?"

"Oh come on," she pouted, pressing her chest against his. "All we ever do is wait. Why can't we just do it right now?" She dropped her voice to the barest of whispers. "I know you want to…"

Aang grinned and grabbed her by the waist, pulling her on top of him. He did want to; and now that Katara was practically giving him an open invitation for it…Well, he would be quite mad to refuse.

Her damp hair spilled over him as she leaned down to kiss him again. His hand trailed down her back, stopping where it curved back out again before slipping his thumb under the waistband of her underwear. Katara moved her mouth down to the base of his neck, sucking lightly on the pale skin and making it red. She felt his warm hand slip languidly over her rear and down her thigh, pausing there to pull her closer. She purred and slid her hands down his sides, taking his pants with them and tossing them aside. This simple motion showed her that he was already growing, preparing for whatever wonders she was about to bestow on him. Katara grinned devilishly and pulled off the underpants. They too joined his other clothes on the floor.

She stared at what she had uncovered for a second, about to place her mouth over it when suddenly she was flipped onto her back. Aang straddled her and stared deep into her eyes. Katara glared back.

"What was that for?"

"Well now," he whispered heavily, his hand sliding between her shoulder blades to unhook her bra, "I can't be the only one captivating all the attention here."

Katara shrugged before he ripped the white cloth off her chest. The hand he placed over her breast made her gasp and clamp her legs together. She hadn't known someone else's touch there could be so…stimulating. Her back arched upwards as if willing his hands to press harder.

But suddenly, his touch was gone. She opened her eyes, unaware that she had even closed them, and located him now between her knees. Before she knew it her underwear was being tossed aside, and she lay there, perfectly naked for Aang's eyes only. His eyes drank in the simple sight she had seen a million times like it was the most delicious candy in the world. Her knees twitched and she fought the strong urge to close her legs. This amount of nudity made her blush, although she didn't know why. Obviously the sight of her was far from ugly to Aang—the way his eyes widened and his breath came out in a ragged pace.

She no longer had to worry about clamping her knees around his head, however, once he had curled his arms around her thighs and pressed them down to the sheets. His eyes fluttered closed as he bent his head to kiss her folds. The simple contact sent a hot wave through her, causing her to jolt upright.

"Aang!" she gasped.

"What?" he asked, lifting his head. Katara sighed happily and sank back down onto the pillows.

"Don't stop doing that," she murmured.

He complied immediately, making her squirm again, but only from sheer pleasure, not resistance. Aang quickly picked up on the difference between the two and went deeper, massaging her with his tongue. Katara moaned and grabbed the sheets so hard her knuckles glowed white. This amount of pleasure should not be humanly possible—but it was.

If the loud moans weren't, her warm wetness was a sure indicator that what he was doing felt wonderful to her—but he could only guess what it felt like. He slid his tongue up the short length of her like it was a flavored icicle. Katara moaned again, and it was all he could do to keep her legs down. He moved his tongue back down and slipped it up the tiny hole, causing Katara to cry out and grasp the back of his head.

She tasted impossibly good, how the hell had he waited this long? He slid his tongue in and out, wishing it were longer just so he could hear more of the wondrous sounds she was making. Suddenly, she jerked violently and her red lips twitched.

"Aang? AANG!" she cried loudly. She grew ever warmer and the spasms continued as the orgasm flooded her body. Aang could only watch.

Oh, it felt like an ocean of the warmest temperature imaginable. The waves made her moan and dig her nails into the back of his head. Katara squeezed her eyes shut and gasped for air as the pleasure died down. But the numb, warm feeling remained, tingling on the surface. She took one last gasp before sinking into the bed, no longer involuntarily fighting against Aang's grip. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and crawled back over her.

"How did that feel?" he whispered.

"You'll just have to find out," she said, rolling him over and pinning him down onto his back. Before he knew it her mouth was over his head with her hand at the base.

"Katara?" he gasped, starting to sit up. With her free hand she shoved him back down roughly.

"Stay," she growled.

"Okay," he said in a small voice, flopping down submissively to enjoy the feeling of her mouth on that one area he had only dreamed it would be. Even in his mind, though, he didn't know it could actually feel this good. Her lips squeezed and rubbed it and her tongue trailed up and down its length.

He wasn't squirming nearly as much as she had, but Katara guessed that maybe it was a guy thing. He grew warmer and harder beneath her lips, with occasional 'Mm's of pleasure, before a sharp gasp of air. His muscles tensed and he squirted into her mouth. Katara swallowed it and quickly released her mouth from his member, panting for air.

It wasn't something he hadn't felt a few times before—Katara had unknowingly caused him to get a little too excited within his own fantasies, and his hands had been the only relief. But when it was her mouth that had caused it the pleasure of the orgasm was magnetized.

"Katara…" he sighed as she crawled on top of him.

A tiny sliver of his conscious told him they should stop right there, little 'wedding presents' before the big ceremony. Save it for after, that's what they had agreed on and that was the rule they lived by every night they slipped into bed next to each other. But that tiny sliver was quickly forgotten when he felt her forbidden lips slide down around him.

It hurt, but it was a good hurt. Katara gasped and slowed down her decent so as not to injure herself. It felt so different—having Aang inside her. A strange, but wonderful, full feeling. A strangled gasp exploded from her mouth when she finally reached the bottom before she started to slide back up again. Aang let out a contented sigh that turned into almost a growl.

"Dirty games, Katara, but—" he grunted, flipping her over so he was once again on top. She gasped and her breasts bounced from the shove, a sight he knew he would never tire of. "I can't let you do all the work."

She sighed happily and closed her eyes. Her fingers dug into his muscled shoulders—but he didn't seem to mind the nails biting at his skin. Every sense was going to his lower region. Every sight and sound and smell of Katara made him tingle with pleasure. Her breasts bouncing up and down as he shoved in and out of her, her gasps and moans, the smell of sweat and something else mixing with her own delicious smell. He grunted and shoved in harder, making her squirm with pleasure. She panted his name, and it weaved through her loud moans, but the noise went straight to his groin.

Nothing was more erotic than Aang pumping into her. Her area was hypersensitive—but also strangely numb at the same time; enough to feel every part of him pressing against her. It was the first time in her life, well okay, second, that she didn't mind being sweaty. But the other time was to break out of jail, nothing as exhilarating and purely fascinating as this.

She felt herself growing warmer and wetter the harder he shoved, and the faster he went the more she gasped for air. It was coming…it was building up until it crashed down on her. The orgasm almost knocked her senseless it was so pleasurable. She fought to keep herself from screaming at the top of her lungs as the euphoric pleasure completely washed out every feeling from her body. The other orgasm had been a baby compared to this one.

She panted and pulled Aang close, holding him there as her breathing became more eased. And by the time all the warmth had drained from her, he was already sound asleep on her breast. But she didn't care—fighting the Fire Lord had probably not been as exhausting as this.