A/N: Hey guys :). I've been trying to work on my other story, but this idea wouldn't leave me alone, so I wrote it. It took me FOREVER because every time I'd get settled down to go ahead on it, I'd remember that I had to vacuum or do hw or something, and by the time I got all of that done I had to get going to school x(. But I finally finished it. I don't think it's the best or the most original of these, and the ending is a little rushed just because I wasn't sure what else to do with it. Also, if these are getting too repetitive, just let me know. Suggestions are always welcome!

I do not own Avatar: the Last Airbender.

Clouds were beginning to gather when Appa took off with Aang and Katara at sunset. Their wedding day had been perfect in every way, leaving both husband and wife happier than they could ever remember being. Aang only hoped he could make the honeymoon just as wonderful for Katara.

They were only half an hour into the flight however, when rain began to fall. The clouds were dark, and Aang hoped against hope that it wouldn't start thundering. Not today. He beseeched the spirits, please not today. They had to make it to the earth kingdom, or everything would be ruined. Appa seemed to sense his master's worry and elevated his speed, but even as he did, the rain came down harder, and in a matter of minutes both Aang and Katara were soaked, the latter wiping away her makeup so that it wouldn't run onto her dress. Aang groaned.

"I'm so sorry, Katara." He told her. "This wasn't what I had in mind…" She only smiled at him through the rain.

"It's okay." She shrugged. "It's not like it's never happened before. It's only water. Don't be so tense." She nudged him gently. "Relax." As if on cue though, Aang's reply was cut off as lightning forked across the sky, followed by a loud crash of thunder. The airbender's heart sank. Please, no…he'd had everything about tonight planned out so perfectly. He'd wanted this to be special, he was taking his wife to the most beautiful place he knew of and he'd been so sure she'd love it, and now what would he do? He was so lost in thought that he barely noticed the next flash of lightning and rumble of thunder, Appa roaring in response.

"Aang." Katara tugged on his sleeve. "I know you had something planned, but I really think we should land and get shelter. It's dangerous to fly in this and you know you'd never forgive yourself if something happened to Appa. We can make it to wherever you're taking me tomorrow, okay?" There was a part of Aang that wanted to fly on anyways. If they could only get to where they were supposed to be going…but then he remembered with a wince the last time he'd gone on impulse and flown Appa into a storm. He sighed.

"You're right, fine. Come on buddy." Appa grumbled in gratification as he began his descent towards the earth, landing on the ground in what Aang could've sworn was record time. Aang wasted no time in raising two earth tents, one very large one for Appa to take shelter in and one smaller one for Katara and himself. He bended the excess water out of the ground and his clothes, then slid down the inside wall of the tent with a sigh, pressing his palms against his forehead in frustration. He couldn't believe it. He'd had everything planned, tonight was supposed to be one of the most special of their lives and now…

"Ugh…" He groaned to himself. He couldn't imagine anything less romantic than being stuck in a primitive earth tent during a thunderstorm. Surely Katara wouldn't want this to be how they remembered their wedding night.

"Aang?" Her voice intruded in his thoughts and he felt her sit next to him. "It's okay. We can get there tomorrow, the important thing is that we're safe." She told him. Aang lifted his head.

"How is this okay?" He asked in a way that reminded himself slightly of Zuko when something didn't go his way. "This night was supposed to be perfect! I wanted to make it special for you and now it's ruined. It was supposed to be romantic and nice and now we're stuck here. This can't be what you had in mind for our wedding night. I've been waiting for this night for so long, Katara. I've wanted to be with you for such a long time…" The harshness and frustration drained out of his voice to be replaced with longing and disappointment. Katara took his hand and squeezed it gently.

"You worry too much. Come on, Aang, we just got married and our wedding was perfect. Personally, I'm just glad the storm held off for that, aren't you?" Aang sighed.

"I am, but...I wish it could've just waited another few hours. This is one plan that I really, really wanted to work out. I've been looking forward to this day, the wedding, everything...for ages."

"I know." Katara murmured. "I have too. But you know what? I don't think it matters where we are. You could take me to the most beautiful place I've ever seen in my life and I don't even know if I'd notice because I'd be too distracted by you." A warm blush colored her face. "I know tonight is special, Aang. But it's not special because of where we're going, it's special because we just got married and we're...well…finally going to be, you know…together." Her blush darkened, but when she lifted her eyes to Aang's, he caught a certain twinkle in them that nearly made his heart stop.

"Really?" He breathed. "You still want that with me tonight? Here? You don't wanna wait for tomorrow?" Katara smiled.

"You're not the only one whose been looking forward to this, Aang. It's our wedding night and I don't see why we should wait any longer. I just want to be with you." She said simply. Aang looked so taken aback that Katara couldn't help but laugh. And at last, his tense features softened and he gave her a soft smile, his own face reddening slightly.

"I guess you're right. Our plans never work out exactly as we think they will anyways, do they?" Katara shook her head and they both laughed, Aang feeling the tension subside almost completely to be replaced with a feeling of relief and ease, if not a bit of nervousness as well.

"There's the Aang I know." Katara remarked, eyes sparkling. Though the storm outside seemed to be intensifying, neither she nor Aang really noticed it now. True to what she'd said, all she really saw was her husband, the one she loved more than anything.

"I'm sorry." He sighed. "I shouldn't have snapped like that earlier." Katara only moved closer to him, tracing the arrow from his hand up his arm.

"It's okay. I know you were just frustrated that your plans didn't work out exactly right. But it's no one's fault, so we should just make the best of what we have." Aang nodded in agreement, grinning mischievously.

"That shouldn't be too hard, considering I have the best thing in the world right next to me."

"I guess that's another thing we have in common." Katara answered. Their eyes met, and suddenly, even the small amount of space between them was too much. Aang pulled his wife into his arms, and she felt a warm rush of what felt like a combination of relief and longing as she returned the affectionate gesture, tipping her head upwards to capture his lips in a kiss. He was as gentle as he always was, but this time, there was something just slightly different, a sort of fire between them that they'd always ignored before so they wouldn't go too far. But now, there was nothing stopping them from going as far as they wanted, and Katara found it exhilarating. She slid her hands into the robe he wore over his traditional formal airbender outfit, pushing it off of his shoulders. They broke the kiss to catch their breaths and Aang reached to pull his shirt out of his pants, but Katara stopped him, gazing at him curiously.

"Can I…?" She asked. Aang looked slightly surprised, but dropped his hands nonetheless, grinning at her.

"If you want." He affirmed, feeling himself shudder slightly as Katara slid her hands under his shirt, caressing his bare back for a moment before pulling the garment over his head and tossing it over his already discarded robe. It was by far not the first time she'd seen him this way, but as with the kiss, something about it this time was even more intoxicating than she remembered it. She knew Aang felt the same, for a blush had settled on his cheeks as she took a moment to simply admire him.

"You really are incredible." She breathed, reaching forward to touch him as though to make sure he was real, placing her hand flat on his chest to feel his heart beating. He covered her hand with his own, smiling softly.

"Just not as incredible as you." He answered as she moved her touch to his lean abdomen, and then to his back, tracing the tattoo as she so often did when they were alone together. He closed his eyes for a moment, letting out a hum of pleasure at the feeling of her so close. She kissed his shoulder, trailing her lips upwards towards his face and feeling him smile. Suddenly, he felt an intense longing to be closer, and as he wrapped her in his arms, the memories of their childhood together surged through him so powerfully that he felt he was there again. He remembered all the nights he'd laid awake yearning to be with her, the insatiable hunger to kiss her and the blissful pain in his chest whenever she touched him, the way she would always do her best to comfort him and give him strength even when things had looked tough, the way she'd smiled, laughed, talked, and finally kissed him, married him. He could scarcely believe it, and suddenly, he felt a sense of indebtedness that he wasn't sure if he'd ever be able to pay off.

"Katara." Her name escaped his lips and she paused, looking into his eyes.

"Mmm?" He sighed and forced himself to put just an inch of space between them, stifling a groan of disappointment.

"I'll be right back." Katara frowned slightly, raising an eyebrow at him.

"Where are you going? It's still storming outside."

"I know. I won't be long." He kissed her forehead, before retreating into the rain. Katara sighed and folded her knees against her chest, collecting herself. It did little good however, for inside, all she felt was Aang. It was funny in a way, she always felt so comfortable and at ease and enthralled with him whenever she was around him, but as soon as he was gone, the thought of him made her knees shake. It was only then that it occurred to her that she had never done this before and that suddenly, she wasn't sure exactly what to expect. She loved Aang more than anything and she knew he would never do anything to hurt her physically or emotionally, but now she began to wonder…what if this went all wrong? Aang had never seen her completely naked before even though her under wrappings were fairly true to her shape and didn't disguise much. What if she wasn't what he was expecting? What if she didn't feel the way he'd hoped she would? Don't be silly, Katara, he loves you. She told herself. That doesn't mean it's impossible for you to disappoint him. Katara was sure this mental debate would have given her the worst of headaches if Aang himself hadn't returned that moment with his arms full. With him, he carried several blankets, and a familiar, shy smile that made her heart melt. Instantly, she felt just a little better. She watched as he used waterbending to remove the moisture from the storm from the blankets and with a stomp of his foot, turned the earthen floor of the tent to soft sand, before spreading the blankets out and layering them on top of each other. In the last roll of fabric he unfolded, several candlesticks fell out. Katara blushed as, with fine, subtle movements of his hands, he bended several earthen holders for them out of the sand, setting them carefully ablaze before moving several paces away from them so as not to risk knocking them over or accidently blowing them out.

"Aang…you didn't have to…" He only grinned at her, the flickering light form the candles casting a warm hue on his skin.

"Of course I did. This is for us, it's for you, Katara. I couldn't get us to a nicer spot, so I had to do something to make up for it. Besides I…I wanted you to be comfortable." He told her softly. She smiled. She did have to admit that their makeshift shelter looked much more welcoming now and that the blankets on the sand were a much more inviting prospect than lying on the bare ground using her wedding dress as padding. The earthen tent even looked romantic with the candlelight now.

"You really do think of everything." She commented appreciatively. He shrugged modestly.

"Anything for you. Besides, I'd feel weird going on a trip with Appa and not bringing along any emergency supplies." Katara laughed.

"Candles aren't emergency supplies for a firebender, Aang." She reminded him. He blushed.

"I know. I just wanted to make it you know...romantic." Katara kissed his cheek sweetly.

"Well, you've always been wonderful at that." The pair sat in silence for a moment, the only sounds coming from the storm still raging outside. They turned their eyes towards each other, and Katara licked her lips, suddenly unsure of what to do next. Loving Aang always came so naturally, so why was she so frozen? Get a grip. He wants this too. She reminded herself.

"Aang…could you um…help me?" Her silken wedding gown was fastened in the back and while she could've reached it if she really tried, this seemed like a better way to start things. She relaxed slightly when she felt his fingers shaking against her spine. I'm not the only one whose nervous.

"Of course." His voice was soft, his hands warm as they worked their way down the back of her dress, loosening it until she could step out of it completely. She turned towards him then, flushing darkly. She hadn't worn her normal undergarments today as in water tribe ceremonies, it was traditional for the bride to wear white lace under her dress. These undergarments didn't hide as much as her regular ones did, either. She could feel Aang's eyes on her and with a strange combination of excitement and nervousness, she met them with her own.

"You look amazing." He told her, smiling and moving closer to her so that they were touching again. As she'd come to expect, the anxiety instantly melted as soon as she felt him beside her.

"You always say that." She reminded him, laughing.

"That's because it's always true." He leaned in to capture her lips, but she beat him to it this time, pulling him with her as she lowered herself to lie down on the blankets he'd spread out for them. He parted from her after a long, satisfying kiss, sucking gently on the familiar territory of her neck and shoulders and causing her to sigh in pleasure, locking her arms around his back and bringing them down to the waistband of his pants, arching against him when he nuzzled the crook between her neck and collarbone.

"Aang…" She inclined her head towards where her hands sat.

"Go ahead." He whispered. Her fingers shook as she untied the drawstring of his pants, allowing them to slide down his legs. He pushed them to the side, lowering his head further so that his lips dipped down to her stomach and abdomen, darting his tongue occasionally and nuzzling her skin between kisses. Katara squirmed and giggled and Aang paused, smiling at her.

"What? Do you want me to stop?"

"No…it just tickles. Sorry." She blushed. Aang's fond smile turned into a familiar expression of mischief.

"Oh, does it?" He asked innocently. Katara nodded.

"A little…" Before she could even move to protect herself though, Aang had returned to his previous position over her and begun placing light kisses all over her abdomen, blowing small, warm breaths onto her skin.

"Ah, Aang! Stop! Aang…" She laughed, squirming and giggling, barely able to control her movements under his lips. Soon, he was laughing too and at last, she managed to grasp one of his hands, eyes sparkling. Suddenly, Katara felt much more at ease, and she could feel that he did as well, for he stopped, squeezing her hand.

"Hmmm, so it does." He observed in a low, affectionate voice. She only shook her head and smiled.

"Come here." She requested. Aang obeyed, and she leaned forward to nuzzle the side of his face, blowing cool breaths into his ear and causing him to stiffen above her as her hands wandered over his chest, touching every inch of him she could reach and bestowing his face and neck with tender kisses. She could hear and feel his breath coming out in shallow pants that would hitch whenever she reached a particularly sensitive area.

"Katara…" He moaned longingly as she traced the tattoo on his back, fingers stilling on his neck. Somehow, she recognized the tone in his voice even though they'd never gone anywhere further than this in their intimacy and she stilled, catching his gaze. This is it. She sat up.

"Sorry…" She murmured. "This one fastens in the back too." Aang squeezed her hand gently.

"It's fine." She allowed his soft, soothing voice to soak into her and shroud her in its comforting warmth as he took a minute to stroke her hair before brushing it aside to unfasten her bindings. She shut her eyes, willing herself not to start trembling in anticipation. He soothed her with a gentle kiss on the back of her shoulder.

"You're beautiful, Katara." He told her before she felt the fabric loosen. Aang's hands carefully slid the straps down her arms so that the garment fell off with the rest of their clothes and for a moment he stayed kneeling behind her, dipping his head to press a trail of kisses and affectionate nuzzles along the soft, dark skin of her back. She shivered slightly, turning towards him and showing herself. His eyes widened and Katara blushed deeply, averting her gaze. What if I'm not was he was hoping for? She wondered to herself, feeling old insecurities creep back up as Aang's eyes rested on her. She could feel his gaze even when she wasn't looking at him and there was something unnerving and thrilling about it all at once. Her thoughts were interrupted however, by the sound of his voice.

"Can I touch you?" She heard him ask in a voice just above a whisper. She looked up, immediately relieved and nodded softly. Gently, she took one of his hands, placing it on her breast and giving him a timid, but affirmative smile.

"Of course you can." He returned her smile, shyly starting to explore the new area with his hands, leaning in to place an innocent kiss on her cheek. She sighed, a chill running down her spine at the new sensation.

"I'm not hurting you, am I?" He asked her. She shook her head, trailing her own fingers down her husband's bare chest.

"No. It feels…really good, actually." She admitted, giving him a radiant smile. Her hands trailed down to his hips, fingers stopping at his last remaining piece of clothing. Tentatively, she reached out to caress the bulge that had become very visible through the fabric. She felt his whole body stiffen at the touch, his breath hitching. Katara withdrew her hand, moving it to tug at the garment. She looked up at him, silently asking for permission. He nodded, and soon, the cloth was in the pile with the rest of their clothes. Katara took both of her beloved's hands, eyes alight. She was seeing all of him for the first time and the knowledge gave her an undeniable thrill. His body was lean and well-muscled, but not intimidatingly so, at least not to her. She recognized the self conscious, slightly timid look in Aang's eyes though, the same kind he'd often worn around her when they were still twelve and fourteen. Only now, it appeared less and less frequently and he did a better job of hiding it. But it comforted her to know that he was still the same Aang she'd rescued from the iceberg, sweet, gentle, and loving, but also brave and selfless. Never breaking eye contact, he helped his wife out of the last remaining piece of her undergarments as well, leaving both of them completely naked before each other for the first time.

"You're very handsome, husband of mine." She said warmly, causing both of them to laugh lightly, easing their nerves.

"And you, my lovely wife, are the most beautiful thing I've ever seen."

"I'm glad." Katara said hesitantly. "I was a little afraid I wouldn't be what you expected." Aang looked surprised.

"Why would you think that? I've never thought you looked anything less than perfect. You're always the same person, no matter how many clothes you do or don't have on, Katara. And I love you." He raised a hand to comb through her hair, pushing it behind her ear. "If anything, I would think I didn't deserve you."

"Thanks." She said softly. "But you know I wouldn't have anyone else. You make me so happy Aang…" He couldn't help but beam at her words, and tentatively, she reached down to touch his manhood, feeling him grow almost instantly warmer. He flushed, barely stifling a groan of pleasure as he allowed his wife to fully explore him before she stopped, cupping his face in her hands to kiss him passionately. He felt a familiar tugging in his chest, suddenly struck with the reminder of how long he'd wanted this, craved her touch, yearned to be hers and hers only, longed for her love. Finally, he had her. Even though they'd technically been together for almost four years, those months where they hadn't been still seemed like an eternity and the knowledge that she loved him too still felt blissfully new, but comfortingly familiar all at once. With this surge of love, he lost any restraint he'd had and drew her close to him so that their bodies were pressed flush against each other, leaving not even an inch of space between them. He needed her. The sudden increase in contact earned a passionate response from Katara, and Aang felt her wrap him completely in her arms, following her as she lay down on the blankets once more, resting his hand in the curve of her waist to caress her side, while the other stroked her hair. She could feel him pressing against her hip, and felt that same fire that had started this entire process flare up inside of her. She shifted, breaking their kiss to speak. "I want you, Aang." She said breathlessly, face flushed with desire. Aang paused, taking in his wife's body and soul, looking deeply into her eyes as his hands gently roamed the length of her.

"Will I hurt you?" He questioned softly, concern evident in his voice even through the heat of lust that had shrouded both of them. Katara blushed.

"I…don't know." She confessed. "Maybe a little bit. Some women say it hurts and others say it doesn't." She was surprised she even had the presence of mind to answer him in a full sentence.

"I don't want to hurt you. I can't stand seeing you in pain." He murmured. Katara shook her head.

"You'll hurt me more if I have to wait much longer." She smiled slightly. Aang chuckled.

"Alright. I promise I'll be gentle." Katara didn't need to hear him say this to know it was true. Aang would never be rough with her. "I love you so much." He murmured to her, kissing her forehead. His stiff warmth pressed against her entrance and for a moment, they both stilled completely. She reached for his hand, lacing their fingers together.

"I love you too." At last, he pushed forward so that he was partway inside of her. Katara let out a soft gasp, wincing slightly. Aang paused, eyes wide with concern. He squeezed her hand, kissing her cheek in an attempt to distract her from the pain. She smiled, wrapping her legs sensually around his hips in silent encouragement to go further.

"It's okay." She whispered to him. "I'll be fine." While the initial push did sting, the feeling of Aang, the one she loved more than anything, inside of her, making love to her, was far more intoxicating than it was painful. A soft sigh of pleasure escaped her as he went further, the sound coupling with a low, primal groan emitting from his throat as he sheathed himself completely within her. The sound was invigorating to Katara and she brought one of her hands up to grasp onto his shoulder, letting out a shaky breath, her eyes fluttering closed for a moment as he lowered his head to kiss at her neck, pulling out slightly and then entering her gain, beginning a pace. She arched against him now, pushing back and urging him deeper.

The storm outside had become completely mute to them, all they could hear were the sounds of each other's breathing, the light from the candles casting a warm glow over their bodies.

"Aang…" Katara moaned breathlessly, tensing and clenching both of her hands to squeeze his hand and shoulder. She felt his breath hitch as he paused in his rhythm, and she kissed him deeply, feeling him cup her face as he returned it, allowing his hand to wander down over her neck and collarbone to stop at her breast, caressing the soft skin there. She couldn't help but whimper softly at his touch, lifting her hips to meet his. Aang responded by thrusting into her passionately, all restraint forgotten by both of them. Nothing had ever felt so incredible and Katara shifted to wrap her arms around her husband's back, pulling him closer. The feeling of being physically and spiritually with him, giving herself to him completely felt almost too sinfully wonderful for her to bear, too good, too much, far too much, but somehow not nearly enough. No, she doubted she could ever get enough of this. She could feel his heavy breathing and heartbeat in time with hers as they became one, and she found herself wishing he would never stop.

"Oh…Katara…" He groaned against her ear, drawing out the last syllable longingly, sending a shudder through her entire body. They moved together as she left searing kisses on every inch of skin she could reach, reveling in each sensual touch. He shifted above her so that he could look into her eyes again and for a moment they simply gazed, captivated, enraptured into each other's souls, Aang's heart pounding and melting into a puddle all at once. Finally. He couldn't help but beam, a single tear rolling down his cheek, struck again by how much he loved this wonderful woman, taking him exactly how he was, loving him in a way he couldn't believe he deserved. She wiped the moisture away with a thumb, caressing his face. "You alright?" She asked, though he already knew she understood, for she was smiling too.

"I'm great. I just love you…a lot." He graced her with that wonderful smile she'd fallen so in love with and she kissed him chastely.

"I love you a lot too. More than you can imagine, Aang...and I wouldn't want this any other way." She touched the betrothal necklace he'd made her subconsciously, and she could herself nearing her end as Aang continued to move sensually inside of her, beads of sweat forming on his brow. Shallow breaths turned into pants as the heat built between the two newlyweds, and they clutched desperately at each other, never wanting to let go. Aang moved faster now, and Katara could feel his body reacting to hers, tensing up she pressed herself as close to him as she could get, before his hands tangled themselves in her hair.

"Katara-!" He called out her name as he reached his peak, filling her with fire just before she joined him, falling into bliss as a circle of wind surrounded them, causing the candles to flicker briefly.

"Aang!" She could've sworn she left the physical world for just a fraction of a minute before finding herself back in her love's arms, chest to chest and cheek to cheek. He was next to her now, facing her and staring, enamored into her eyes as he tried to catch his breath, his heaving chest pressing against hers with every inhale. She smiled tiredly at him. "That was…something." She managed with a breathy laugh, poking her husband affectionately in the chest. Aang chuckled.

"A good something?" He asked hopefully. Katara grinned.

"The best something. It was perfect...you're perfect." Aang smiled modestly.

"Good. You don't deserve anything less." He paused. "You were right though." He confessed as she began lovingly tracing patterns on his arm.

"Hm?"

"I think I would've died if I'd had had to wait another night for this. Besides…this sort of suits us, the whole camping out in a storm thing." Katara laughed.

"I suppose it does." She agreed, laying her head against his chest. Suddenly, the thought of being separate from him for even a second seemed unbearable. He dipped his head, pressing a series of soft, slow, kisses to her forehead, cheeks and lips. She took his hand, giving it the same treatment before nuzzling her head under his chin, glowing with happiness. He tightened his grip around her, holding her close so that the warmth of their bodies was shared. She allowed her eyes to close softly, soothed by the sound of her husband's heartbeat. Laying with Aang so close to her made her feel so wonderfully safe and loved. Even when she'd given herself to him entirely, he hadn't for a second thought about taking advantage of her or pursuing his own pleasure over her comfort. He'd been so careful and gentle with her as he always was, and for that, she loved him more than anything. His fingers trailed lightly up and down the length of her back, his heartbeat steady and even.

"I love you, Katara." He whispered against the shell of her ear. Her heart fluttered against his chest at the profoundness in his voice.

"I love you too. You're my world, Aang." She felt him sigh happily in response, and they spoke no more, resting comfortably against each other to fall into blissful slumber.