The first time he couldn't get it up.
He is the first to admit that he's had too much to drink. And he does so. Loudly. Several times to anyone who will listen.
Katara sighs as he grins wolfishly at her, his arm slung over her shoulders as she guides him through the halls of the palace. His steps are sluggish, uneven as the alcohol surges through his veins, and his weight is heavy against her slight frame. She just wants to get him settled into his bed with a big glass of water before he finds a way to truly embarrass himself.
"K'tara."
"What?"
"'Tara."
"What is it?" Katara asks as they abruptly grind to a halt, only a few steps away from Aang's appointed bedroom. He turns to face her, his eyes at half mast as he messily tangles the long lines of his fingers into her hair. She flushes at his heavy gaze as his grey eyes slide from her own stare and focus on her lips instead. "Aang?"
"I wanna kiss you," He murmurs, dragging her face up and forcing her to stand on the tips of her toes. "I wanna kiss your pretty little mouth."
She laughs and her cheeks are still pink as she presses her lips against his for a brief moment. "Come on sweetie – let's get you to bed. You're going to be feeling this tomorrow."
"I'm gonna be feeling you in a minute," His voice is low as his arms sweep her off the ground. She shrieks his name as he stumbles towards his room, somehow managing to get them in and to the bed in one piece.
"I think you're going to be very unwell in the morning," Katara answers. She loops her arms around his neck as he covers her face in messy kisses; she wants to be stern - to tell him to stop messing around and just go to sleep – but she can't help the giggle that escapes her throat.
His hand skims down her side and clutches at her hip. He pulls her body against his own and grunts loudly at the contact as Katara's chest arches and her soft breasts press against the hard planes of Aang's chest. He's so playful and happy that she doesn't have the heart to continue to scold him; instead she moans as his face buries into the sensitive skin of her throat.
She skims the fingers of one hand over his shoulder, dislodging the loose fabric of his wrap as she goes. His skin feels feverish beneath her finger tips as she scraps her nail over his chest, bunching the fabric at his waist and scratching through the rough hair beneath his navel. The noise he makes against her shoulder is muffled and she isn't sure if it's a nonsensical moan or her name.
Katara smiles. She is pleased that she makes him lose himself this way – that she can make him groan out nonsense by simply smoothing her hand along his body. She hooks her fingers into the waistband of his trousers, tugging at the fabric and kissing the side of his head as one of his hands wriggles between them to cup her breast.
"No... wait," Aang's mumble is slurred as he pulls his lips from her pulse point. His eyes are bleary as he glances down between their bodies to where her hand is trying to burrow into his trousers. "Just give me a minute."
"Are you okay?"
Aang squints at her, his eyes narrowing as a frown furrows his brow. Her hand has wriggled beneath his sash, her finger tips tracing over the waistband of his undergarments. She waits for an answer and when none becomes apparent she presses her lips to his jaw, nuzzling against the light sprinkling of stubble as she moves her hand to cup-
His length which is not hard.
"I've drank too much," Aang moans miserably, his weight collapsing on top of her. She heaves with her hands and rolls him to lie beside her as he groans in protest. His words are slurred. "I'm sssorry. You're ssso pretty an' I wan' to make you feel good but..." He waves a hand towards his groin before it flops to the bed with a thump. "I din't even know this could happen."
"It's okay sweetie," She soothes quietly. With a brisk shake she sits up, the simmer in her belly disappearing as quickly as it had flared as Aang's face becomes deathly pale and sweat beads on his brow. "Let's just get you to the bathroom before we have a mess to clean up."