Chapter 8: Aang, Katara, and the Stars

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They were both so stubborn.

Katara wouldn't pull away from Aang.

Aang wouldn't pull away from Katara.

Years of hiding their emotions, years of friendship, years of desperately harboring secrets that could possibly destroy the only thing they had were coming into effect. They wouldn't let go, wouldn't go home.

They laid under the starry sky, Katara nestled under Aang's arm, body heat keeping them both comfortably warm. They couldn't speak- they were both breathless from kissing, and at loss to describe the emotions they felt. They could only lock eyes for what felt like years, then kiss softly before letting the moments slide by, forgetting time and space, and thinking of nothing but one another.

"Katara..." Aang finally whispered into her hair. They were under a tall willow tree by Katara's favorite bending spot.

"Aang..?" Aang slid his arm to his own side, making Katara moan in protest. Aang chuckled and switched to his side, facing her. She moved closer, not allowing him to stay away. She wouldn't stay away; their romance had been stalled for too long.

"I love you. So much that if you wanted, I would cut my heart out and give it to you if I could." Katara glared at him playfully.

"We just got together! Don't be rash and kill yourself to prove that you love me." Aang smiled and stroked her hair with trembling fingers. The fragrance.. the seemingly everlasting softness.

Her beauty was enough to compete with a goddess.

Katara lifted her head to press her lips to his. How strange it was that this once giggly little boy had become so tall. That her would-be friend was treating her like she'd never been treated before. No one had given her this much respect; no one had adored her this much.

Suddenly, Aang's mouth became urgent on hers. His tongue slid into her mouth, sucking on her tongue slowly. He then traced her cheeks, loving the taste. Katara shivered, and before Aang knew it, she had him pressed against the ground, her prisoner. She kissed him hard, loving him more than possible. She licked his ear lobe, giggling at his surprised expression.

Aang would have none of that. He wrestled her under him and pressed his arrow to her forehead. He moved his head up once to look around- they seemed totally alone, not a house near, not a person in sight. It was just Katara, Aang, and the stars.

"Do you want..." Aang looked down into her eyes again. She stared back into his, which were glowing with moonlight. She did.

"Do you think we might be too young?" Katara whispered, furrowing her eye brows. Aang tickled her arm and slid off her. She felt the slightest brush of something hard, then it was gone. He laid next to her.

"You're right. I'm sorry Katara, I guess I got... carried away."

An urge spread inside Katara like a black crow spreading it's wings. She looked at him, suddenly excited and hopeful.

"Couldn't we? I don't care what the world will think. I love you, more than anything. They can say whatever the hell they want, but nothing will change for me. I won't regret this."

XxX

Minutes had become agonizingly painful for Sokka. He glared ahead at the wall ahead of him, his face brick red and eyes frighteningly dark.

"They probably just fell asleep Sokka," the lie came easily for Toph. "Don't immediately think the worst in your sister and Twinkle Toes."

"Hmph." Sokka's face lightened a bit, but it was still quite scary.

"Anyways," Toph continued, "It doesn't matter. They make their own decisions." She knew exactly how to cheer him up.

"I've protected her my whole life. Just because she doesn't need it anymore doesn't mean I'm not going to stop."

"Sokka.." Toph knew the perfect way to distract his thoughts. She stood and walked slowly towards him, wearing that 'innocent' expression she use to use for dealing with her parents.

"Tophhh..." Sokka stared at her as she settled down on his lap. Surprise and pleasure seemed to freeze his insides up.

He began to sweat.

Young! Blind!

Toph cuddled up to him, feeling very ridiculous, because this was something she'd never ever do in the past. But she'd fight on Katara's and Aang's side using her new weapons, even though they were both unfair and absurd.

"Don't be mad at them Sokka..." Toph mumbled into his chest. He was so strong, and even though Toph could kick his but any day of the week, it still pleased her.

"Mad..." Sokka didn't know the definition of the word. Everything inside him melt to the heat of his yearning.

"Mmhm... Gosh Sokka, you're so fit." Toph smirked. Sokka wasn't getting anything out of her, but boy was this teasing thing fun.

"I am..." He was fit? Hm, strange. He couldn't even remember his own name.

"Oh yes..." The only name he knew was Toph.

Wild, crazy, heart stopping.

Toph leaned in, only to move her lips so close to his that he could taste her breath. Instead of kissing him, however, she merely moved back, and got off him.

Sokka scowled. "You play dirty."

XxX

"Sokka's going to kill me," Aang moaned as he pulled his shirt over his head.

"He'll have to go through hell to do that deed." Katara grinned and smoothed her robe. They looked at each other for maybe a fraction of a second before they both began to redden.

"I'm sorry..." Aang murmured. "You were in so much pain."

"I'm OK, Aang. Better then OK. That was the best night of my life..." She bent down, (Aang taking a meaningful peak at her breasts) and kissed his lips softly before taking off into a run.

"Hey, no fair!" Aang wasn't talking about her running.

He chased after her, wondering what he had done to deserve such a night.

A/N

OK, finally a word from the author.

Q: Should I make this rated M, or not? This wasn't a lemon, I didn't describe the rest of the "night"...

I'm so sorry I neglected this story. I've been so lazy, I'll admit, during vacation. I'm glad I've hit over 100 reviews :) it makes me so happy to know you guys like my work.. thanks to all! Each and every word I write is for the readers.

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-Lady Wolfy