I just couldn't help it...
One day, on a coffee-rush, i found myself wondering if the monks ever taught Aang the wonders of physical love (to put it gently) then i came up with this :P
the chapters will stay short, and ends with the wedding night itself... at that point, the rating will be up to M, but no graphic details or anything, its more to be safe then anything else...
I hope you all will enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it...
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Chapter 1: Asking Sokka for advice isn't good
It was four years after the war ended. But Aang was about to face a even bigger problem. In exactly five days, he'll be married. He loved the thought of Katara becoming his wife... however, he feared the wedding night. The monks never said ANYTHING about that... Sure, Aang knew where babies came from... sort of... but it was more the deed that freaked him out.
"Erm... Sokka... can I talk to you?" Aang asked his future brother in-law, rubbing the back of his bald head akwardly.
"Sure Aang, What is it?" Sokka pulled back the chair next to him, and motioned the avatar to sit down.
they where at Iroh's tea shop, who decorated it lovely with all the national colors: The walls were made of a reddish wood, green carpet decorated the floor, and blue and grey wall decorations where sported on the walls. The tables where painted a faint green with red tablecloths and blue candle-holders.
Aang looked around in awe. "He's really outdone himself didn't he?" he said, more to stall then anything else.
"Yeah, he pretty much has... but you wanted to talk to me?" Sokka asked, becoming serious.
"You know I'm going to get maried soon, don't you?" Aang asked feeling uneasy.
"How can I not, you're going to marry my sister!" Sokka exclaimed enthousiastically.
"Yeah... about that..." Aang scratched his head again, and wondered how he would bring it up.
"You don't have second thoughts, now, do you?" Sokka asked, looking at Aang with raised eyebrows.
"No that part's great..." Aang said quickly. "Its just that... well... after we're maried..."
Sokka nodded in understandment. "look... I know Katara can be a real pain sometimes... but I asure you that..."
"No not that," Aang cutted Sokka off. "I mean... the wedding night," he whispered the last part and became scarlet.
"What about it? seems like the best part of mariage to me..." Sokka said, bemused.
"Well... its just that... the monks never taught me anything about it..." Aang became more and more uncomfortable.
"Well, they're monks..." Sokka sighed. "Look, you love her, right?"
Aang nodded. "more then anything,"
"Then what's the problem... just do what your feeling tells you to do, and do it gentle," the last part sounded somewhat threatening.
Aang sighed, he knew he should've gone to Zuko in the first place. He stood up. "Thanks for your help Sokka, I appreciate it,"
"You're welcome," Sokka smiled, sipping his tea contently.
Aang sighed again as he left the tea shop. The wedding night was going to be a disaster, he knows it...