Sooooo... this was written originally in Russian rather long ago for Avatar hot-fest as an execution of claim Katara|Aang. Confusion. "We'll have... a baby?"
Thus it's rated M to be secure.
And I obviously do not own anything of ATLA. T_T
A/N: Be careful - I haven't translated anything into English for YEARS! But finally I made up my mind to leave the baby-lines as they looked at the beginning, 'cause there's no planning, just confusion and uncertainty about the consequences.
As if unintentionally: "We'll have... a baby?"
...He does not have enough air to breathe, she can hear his breath beating in his throat like a falcon squawk, and she breathes into his trembling lips a short, barely audible Yes, breaking the last fragile barriers...
Disorientation: "What?
...The clothes, which could not hide the striking delineation of his muscles, and narrow waist and slim ankles, and those blue arrows, suddenly became terribly redundant, not allowing to touch the flat stomach, solidifying from the lightest contact, stroke each tattoo and understand, finally, "Oh, so that's where they end!". And catch his laugh with her lips…
In a short jerk: "We'll have a baby now?"
...He helplessly turns his eyes away, when the white bandages slip from her dark skin, and when he looks up again, his gaze thick and viscous, almost black under the half-dropped lashes. And when his fingers timidly touch her breasts for the first time, the dark nipples tremble in anticipation, because her heart threatens to break the ribs...
Peering into his eyes: "Why do you think so?
...His stomach seems to be so hot, and he shudders as though in fever, and his eyes shine like the first, the brightest stars. He's afraid to hurt her with an awkward movement, and he shivers all over from any stroke, frightening her. But with each moment of hesitant sliding along the edge and anticipation the twisted tight pain is growing inside uncontrollably and can be satisfied only by the merger...
Hiding his glance: "We've been together… I… have been inside... I thought it happened like this".
...Frisson, like current thrashing in the palms that vainly attempt to tame his force. Pain, like a dagger cutting her body into two parts, the "before" and "after", and flowing like hot wine along legs and arms. Desire - too strong to be able to stop it and stop herself, intoxicating, exhilarating. His breath, breaking into a sob, her jubilant scream echoed by a groan ...
Gently, sliding her fingers along the tightly compressed cheekbone: "I do not know. But I think we are not... yet".
...She does not want to sleep, the bygone moment of incomparable flight is still singing and ringing inside, but she still falls into sleep right after him, and her head resting comfortably on his arm, and the starry night covers them with its warm breath. And the first thing that greets her sight in the morning - his gray eyes awaiting the moment of her awakening. His satin eyebrows quiver with joy, and suddenly frown with worry, and almost unintentionally it falls from his lips:
"We'll have... a baby?"