Katara appraised herself in the mirror.
The sight of her smooth, olive skin and her crystal blue eyes comforted her. They were indubitably Water Tribe features and she couldn't hold her head high enough to show her pride. The rest, however, were definitely not customary of her culture.
Her dark hair was loose and free of any hair loopies. Her cheeks were dusted with a bit of blush and her lips were a shade pinker than usual. Most notably, her modest blue tunic had been replaced with a very crimson and see-through negligee. She wore a silk robe over it, of course. She intended for it to be a surprise.
Katara took a deep breath and smoothed a non-existent wrinkle on her robe.
Katara and the whole gang were currently at the Fire Nation for Zuko's coronation. After Ozai's defeat, Aang and Zuko had wasted no time returning to their respective duties. Zuko, with the help of Iroh, focused on reinventing the role of the Fire Lord and steering his nation towards the right direction. Aang, having successfully saved the world from falling into further chaos and despair, retained his role as a mediator and a peacemaker. He proceeded to lend Zuko his wisdom and support and God knew the banished prince sorely needed it. There had been several attempts on his life already and he hadn't even ascended the throne yet.
The rest of Team Avatar had been proactive in helping restore peace as well. Katara aided Aang in all his endeavors while Toph and Sokka put most of their energy into rebuilding their homelands and public morale. Suki, Ty Lee, and the rest of the Kyoshi Warriors had been appointed by Mai as the Fire Lord's main bodyguards.
They still had a long way to go before peace can be fully achieved but the war's outcome had given everyone a renewed sense of purpose.
Katara quietly opened the ornate door to her chambers. Poking her head out to check the halls for unwanted presence, she quickly slipped out with a glass of red wine in one hand and a slip of paper on the other. The Royal Palace was so huge and painfully uniform on the inside that Katara had to write down the directions from her room to Aang's so that she wouldn't get lost. She knew that Aang was placed in a room next to Zuko's to make it easier for the guards to protect both of them.
One...two...three...four...ugh. What could Zuko possibly need a hundred rooms for?! Okay, focus Katara. Keep going. Turn left on the second hallway, not the first.
Past the 8th room, Katara finally saw the second hallway on the right side. When she turned the corner, she was confronted with yet another hallway lined with more doors. The sconces that were supposed to illuminate her path were dimly lit so she had to walk slowly. Not to mention, she had already imbibed quite a few glasses of red wine and was a bit tipsy.
Yes, yes, she was usually the responsible, maternal figure in their circle. But they just won a freaking war didn't they? She deserved some sort of respite. Tonight, she wanted to do something daring, something uncharacteristic.
She was going to lose her virginity to Aang.
It sounded like an impulsive decision but she knew that it wasn't. She needed to know how to move forward with their relationship. She loved Aang. But how much? And in what way? When they had been traveling together, it seemed that she had tried to fulfill several roles. She had been Aang's best friend, sister, mother, girlfriend...but who was she truly? When they finally join together, surely she would know wouldn't she? Tonight was the perfect night. They were too busy and frustrated before the war and they were going to be too busy and even more frustrated after Zuko's coronation. She didn't know when she would get another opportunity like this.
Upon finally seeing a bunch of men clad in red uniforms, Katara knew she had reached her destination. The guards stood in front of two identical doors.
"I need to see Aang," Katara voiced, willing any one of them to answer her.
A guard posted in front of the right door replied. "We apologize. The Avatar has retired and will not be seeing visitors until morning."
Katara pressed on with an innocent smile, "I'm his girlfriend. You see, I was actually planning on surprising him. I'm sure he wouldn't mind."
"I apologize, Miss Katara. It is late and we cannot risk letting in any visitors at this hour, especially since the Fire Lord has just been crowned."
Katara's face flushed a deep shade of red. She knew deep down that the guard was only doing his job but alcohol has a tendency to impair a person's judgment. All she could focus on was that she was Aang's most trusted friend and he was a fool to insinuate that she would purposefully put his life in danger. "I have to see Aang and you will let me in now!"
"I'm sorry -
Unfortunately for them, there was a full moon that night. Katara knew that her bending was at its peak (which was probably why she was feeling quite exhilarated and unstoppable at the moment). Drawing from the energy of the moon, Katara bended the moisture from the air into a decent water whip and knocked the guards out. "Sorry about that."
Katara entered the chamber to the right. The room was enveloped in darkness so Katara had to feel her way around the room. When she touched something soft, she guessed that she had found Aang's bed. After drinking the last of her wine and setting the glass on the floor, she crawled into the bed. As soon as he felt the bed shift, Aang shot up from his supine position and grabbed the Waterbender's arm.
"Hey, hey, it's me, Katara."
Bringing herself closer, Katara immediately began leaving a trail of kisses along Aang's neck and shoulders.
"Katara," Aang began, his voice husky and visibly laced with sleep. "What are you-
Katara silenced him with a kiss and she could tell that he was taken aback. When she nudged his lips with her tongue with the intention of deepening the kiss, he acquiesced by swirling his tongue with hers. Katara ran her hands across his chest and over his hard shoulders as she kissed him, liking the feeling of his soft skin. Finding herself wanting to go further, she brought his rough hands to her breasts and started straddling him.
She felt him freeze.
"Katara, please stop," he pleaded weakly.
Katara ignored him and kissed him some more. She let her hands caress his face and lace through his soft hair.
Her hands were about to descend to his pants when she realized, Hair? Aang does not have hair...
