You all are too sweet, seriously; the reviews I got for the last chapter made me want to burst into tears. I just… I can't xD here's another chapter for you sweethearts 3 Happy almost valentines day.
"Do you really think we'll find Ursa there, Aang?" Katara asked; her arms were folded on his chest with her chin was rested atop of them as she gazed at him. Aang had his eyes closed, looking rather peaceful despite the seriousness of their conversation. For the past ten minutes the two had been discussing the nearing trip into the fire nation; before that, they had spoken about whatever came to mind.
His hands ran up and down her back in a soothing gesture, pressing his lips to her forehead gently and opening his eyes to gaze at her. "There's always the chance" Aang spoke in a quiet voice "that she won't be there; Ozai held many secrets, this is one he won't be giving up quickly. Some of the nation still remains loyal to him; any words taken from the mouths of those who aren't close to Zuko cannot be fully trusted."
Katara sighed and sat up, crossing her legs and grabbing his hands, linking them in her own. A smile spread across his face as she tugged lightly on his hands. Without complaint, he moved to sit, propping himself up against the pillows of the bed. "Don't worry Katara, if we don't find her here we'll find her elsewhere in time" despite the search they had gone on years ago Zuko had never given up hope of someday finding his mother.
"I'm not worried; I know he won't give up… I'm a bit scared though, what if we find her… Dead? What then? That would break him" Zuko had dealt with many things in the past years, none of which involved finding Ursa passed away due to his father's hand.
Aang let go of her hands and cupped her cheeks "don't think like that Katara; it won't come to it. She's alive, if Zuko is sure of it then so am I."
She nodded her head slightly and he smiled, kissing the tip of her nose then her lips. She couldn't help but lean into the kiss, pressing her lips back against his with a demand that wished to be met. Sokka was in town for the day, doing whatever it was he did when he wasn't trying to babysit Katara. That was, in fact, what he had been up to for the last couple of days. Although he didn't really mind them sleeping in the same room, he made it his job to make sure they weren't all too close all of the time.
Katara figured he was continuing the job their father had started; trying to keep the two pure. If not for their father, he would have been doing it to bother the two. Katara ran her hands up Aangs chest, smiling against his lips. She traced his tattoos with her fingertips, making him shiver. When around the house with just the two of them he tended to wear his robes around his hips. She didn't mind; but had a feeling that if Aang was walking around without his shirt on Sokka might have had something to say about it.
Aang mumbled something that went ignored by the young woman as she continued her exploration of his tattoos, her fingers reaching where skin ended at his spine and material started. She chuckled and opened her eyes, bringing her hands back around to his chest and leaning her forehead against his. "How long do you think we have before Sokka gets back?" She wondered out loud, voice but a whisper as she looked him in the eyes.
He lifted an eyebrow in questioning "what're you thinking?"
"A swim" she told him, looking out the window; the sun was beginning to set now and the shadows of the oversized temple were casting darkness over the water nearest to it. Her words were-in fact- quite suggestive; but the monk didn't catch on. He was, sometimes, quite clueless in the way of what Katara meant.
He nodded "I think we'd hear him coming from a mile away. Why would he need to be gone for a swim?" He looked confused at Katara who just chuckled "what's so funny Katara?"
"Have I mentioned that I love you lately?" She asked, laying down and putting her head to his chest, listening to his heartbeat. It was a relaxing melody of sorts; one that she had spent many nights falling asleep to.
He put his arms behind his head, letting himself sink into the mattress once again "not lately, but it's nice to hear. What brought that on?"
"You're kind of clueless" she responded, looking to the roof "I wasn't thinking of your normal swim. I was thinking of one that should only be done in the dark."
He stared at her, still confused. It was adorable sometimes, but infuriating at others. Katara wasn't even sure where she had learned half of the things she knew, probably from listening to some of the girls from town talk. She did have a few friends there. "I believe the more modern term for it is 'skinny dipping'" she spoke in an informative way.
"You've lost me" he told her, rubbing the back of his neck and leaning his head back "can we not use cryptic terms and jump to the point?"
She couldn't help but sit up and watch him, waiting to see the look on his face when realization hit. "Skinny dipping means swimming" he nodded his head, signifying that he had understood that. "In the nude" she added, and his face turned from one of understanding to one of bewilderment.
He tried to keep a straight face "you're suggesting we swim without clothing on?" He turned serious, although his eyes suggested otherwise; they were in full agreement although the rest of his face said no. "I don't think that's…"
"It's not like we haven't done worse; come on, it's swimming. Don't you think it would be fun to swim, and bend water, with nothing between you and it…" She knew her words were tempting him "nothing between you and me but the water."
He groaned and ran his hands over his face, looking back at her and shaking his head "you're going to be the death of me, you know that?"
"So, that's a yes then?" She asked, clasping her hands together by her chin; she looked adorable, he had to admit it was rather tempting. After a few moments of silence and rubbing her knee, he nodded his head. She jumped to her feet and walked towards the linens closet.
She took a towel and smiled at him "meet you by the water in ten?"
"Yeah, I'll be waiting" he responded as she jetted out of the room. He got to his feet after a moment of silence and walked towards the same closet she had so recently walked away from. Pulling out a towel, he stepped out of his robes and wrapped it around his waist. She really was going to be the death of him; it wasn't exactly warm in those waters; and to not have any clothing on? The two were asking to get sick.
He stepped outside; the island was silent, the monks having already gone to rest with the sun. Katara was yet to make it out, so he sat at the edge near the steps leading in the water. It was a nice night he had to admit; not too cold, which would make this ordeal a bit easier. He couldn't help but feel slightly nervous, although the two had gotten pretty close, and had had quite a few heated sessions, he had never seen her without clothing; and vice versa.
He found himself hoping the water and darkness would provide some cover for the two, there would be fewer nerves that way. A pair of arms wrapped around his neck and he felt warmth against his back as Katara hugged him lightly. The light scratch of a towel told him she was still clothed; at least slightly. She pressed her lips against his jaw and stepped back again.
There was a small noise as the towel dropped to the ground and Aang dared not turn and look. He felt nervous enough as she walked past him; stepping into the water. He managed to keep his eyes averted until she was facing completely away from him, her legs for the most part in the water; her upper thighs and the curve of her hips were completely exposed in the moonlight.
She turned her head to smile at him, noting his nervous posture and not completely turning for his sake. Aang smiled back, watching as she immersed herself further into the water. She didn't seem to be cold at all; or nervous- but if it were light outside, anyone could see the shiver that ran up her spine. It was not for the chill of the water, or the bite of the slight wind, but for how nervous she was herself. She had not done something so bold in ages.
"Is the Avatar afraid of a bit of water?" She teased lightly, trying to make sure her voice didn't waver at all.
He got to his feet and stretched, attempting to look nonchalant "it's not the water that has me worried; they say there's a siren in these waters; one so beautiful anyone passing by would blush. She has a harsh bite though; they say she can control the wild waters. They say she bore the name of Katara." His voice was barely a whisper. She took a couple more steps into the water; the blue surface now rested on her hip bones.
She smiled and turned around, flinging her wet hair back over her shoulders, earning a sharp intake of breath from the young avatar. "Well, are you willing to risk her bite?" She was being very flirtatious as she stood there, speaking to him in a tone that even he understood. She turned her back on him once again and let her hands skim the top of the water.
Soon enough, she heard his towel drop to the ground and the light splashing sound of him descending into the lake with her. She couldn't help but smirk as she heard him come closer before wrapping his arms around her waist. She leaned back against him and grabbed his hands in her own, breathing in deeply. She could feel his nervous, almost shuddering breaths; and although he wasn't calm, he made no attempts to move away.
She calmly turned around, releasing his hands as she did so. He rested them on her hips as she faced him; wrapping her arms around his neck "its okay, I don't really bite."
He chuckled; her voice was the most relaxing thing he had heard in his life. "I don't mind" he whispered in her ear, hugging her closer.
"You won't look at me" she responded "are you nervous?"
"A little, but you wouldn't look at me either" she couldn't deny that she was nervous as well; and she wouldn't try and deny it. Instead, she merely laughed in response "it seems you're as nervous as I am" he added quietly. He chuckled lightly in time with her melodic laughter.
She leaned her cheek against his chest, calming herself once again with his heartbeat "I suppose I am; but your heart is beating a mile a minute."
With a quick flash of bravery, he pressed his hand between her breasts, smiling down at her as he felt her heart. Although it was only slightly quicker than normal at first, it quickly sped up as she realized where he had just put his hand. "You're really one to talk" he whispered, his voice was both soft and husky at the same time, and Katara wasn't sure how that worked.
She breathed in deeply "so, how about that swim?" She asked, giggling to herself; something unlike her.
"Yeah, I think that swim would be nice."
So it's not the longest chapter, and it's basically just fluff! Stuff will start happening next chapter, I promise
