Whoa, whoa, whoa! Guess who's back my loves? :D It's AA! I know I've been gone for TOO long I missed all of you guys 3. Kay, so enough talking, I know how you all want me to update NOW, so let's get this show BACK on the road :DDD

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"So… if it's not too much to ask…"

"Shut up," Aang murmured and buried his now-clean face in the crook of Katara's slim shoulder.

"But I should have every right to ask! You come to my window in the midst of a thunderstorm…"

"Tired as hell and wanting to sleep before heading to my house." Aang growled and pulled Katara's satin sheets higher up on him.

Katara sighed and moved away from him a little. She was less than worried about anyone coming inside this late at night… she was more concerned about Aang's condition. When he got out of the shower an hour ago, he was clear of any dirt or ashes on him, but that didn't mean all of his wounds healed.

There were minor scrapes, but even bigger burns marking every pigment of his skin. She knew how badly they must have hurt considering the fact that Aang had to grit his teeth when he nested in her bed. Katara offered to at least put some ointment on the more serious injuries, but being as stubborn as he was, he declined the gesture.

Katara sighed and leaned back into her headboard. There was no way in hell that she was going to fall asleep tonight. Her mind was flittering from thought to thought, almost like a movie. Past memories awakened, and frightful nightmares snuck into her clustered mind. Her eyes closed for a moment and then they reopened to meet Aang's grey ones.

"You fell asleep, didn't you?" he asked with a cheeky grin before resting his head on her abdomen.

"I did not…" she blushed awkwardly at his sudden affectionate nature. "I was just resting my eyes…"

"Of course." He yawned.

A few minutes of an eerie silence passed before Katara had to speak again. "Aang?"

"No."

"Look, I just want to know how…?"

"Magic."

"Don't be a smart-aleck!" Katara snapped and pushed him off of her stomach. "Is it so hard for you to-"

She was hushed by Aang's calloused finger against her pursed lips. "You're yelling."

Katara was on the brink of screaming. Just who did he think he was, telling her to shut up when she was the one nursing him back to health! She didn't need to give him a nice, warm shower… she didn't have to be so kind to him! Yet he sat there, with that god-awful smirk on his face… tempting her.

Oooh, if only she still had her Ruger 40cal…

Katara bit his finger, hard. Aang just chuckled and pulled his finger out causing Katara to yelp.

"Kitty got fangs, hm?"

"Will you shut up?" Katara snapped as she checked to see if any of her teeth were broken or chipped.

"A minute ago you wanted me to retell what happened at the bank…"

"Yeah, well now I want you to shut up!"

"Women…" he mumbled and turned away from her. "You act like just how my mother used to be; nag, nag, nag."

Katara inwardly frowned at his statement. Normally she would have snapped again, but wasn't Aang's mother dead? She knew that if someone made fun of her dead mother she wouldn't go on a rampage… she would cry. But for Aang, crying wasn't an option, was it?

We're more alike than you would ever guess… She thought silently, looking down at the sheets.

"Aang…" she tried once more, this time sounding placidly warm.

She heard a sigh, and then he turned to face her again. His eyes looked like the remnants of a passing tempest.

"My mother was a pretty woman…" he began, his attention now focused on the ceiling. "Well, from a six-year-old standpoint she was. I don't remember much, really… all I know was that she had a radiant smile; something that you'll only see in movies and such. Her hair was the darkest of black, and her eyes… a matching component. She was paler than me, but that didn't make her ugly." Aang looked at Katara. "My mom was a model of sorts… except…"

"Except…?" Katara repeated, not intentionally trying to press him. "What was wrong with her?"

"She was stupid." He growled and shut his eyes. "You'd think that being a part of the Midnight Phoenixes would leave you rich… but Zuko and Ozai aren't so thoughtful when it comes to a pay check. They gave us enough money to only buy food. What about clothes? What about our fucking rent?" Aang's chest was heaving, and again he turned away from Katara. "I remember one night mom came home… beaten and drugged to the point where she couldn't see an inch in front of her face."

Katara's jaw slightly dropped as her eyes welled up. "Don't tell me…"

"Yeah, she was one of those fucking prostitutes. A 'nice' lay, a 'good fuck'!" Aang punched the pillow, leaving it dented before it bounced back to its normal shape. "I may have been too little to understand finance issues… but I know my mother deserved better, I just know it!"

Katara pulled her knees to her chest. What was I thinking? Aang and I are on two different side of the life spectrum… he has more reasons to be upset, not me.

Aang removed his bandana that rested around his forehead and let it fall on the bed. It was tattered, burned and had an evil vibe radiating off of it. Its sleek black material clashed brilliantly with Katara's sheer white sheets.

"I know how hard it must be to assimilate with the idea of living without a mother…" Katara said lowly as she rested her right cheek on her knee. "My mother died when I was little, too…"

Aang's jaw clenched. "But you had a father as well. I had no one when I was younger."

Katara shook her head. "You don't understand it, Aang." Her eyes met his. "You never will."

The thief laughed and sat up. "Of course you'd say something like that…"

"What's that supposed to mean!" Katara hissed and balled up her fists.

"Nothing, nothing…" he lay back down once again and wrapped his slim arms around her waist, pulling her to him. "Don't give me that look…"

Katara was trying desperately to escape his grasp, but Aang only kissed under her ear, sending violent tremors through her spine. She became rigid in his hold, not quite sure where he was going with this.

"Lesson number one," his voice was husky as he assailed her neck with small kisses. "Never allow your enemy to infiltrate your home."

( Adult content ahead! And I feel like it's going to be a sexy one :D!)

"Wha-what?" Katara's eyes widened and she was at a loss for words.

Aang slid down the strap of her tank top, placing kisses as the thin strap fell from her shoulder. When her breath hitched in her throat, Aang smirked and gently bit the branch off from her neck to her shoulder while his hand traced the contours of her body.

Katara bit the inside of her cheek and refrained from screaming for help. Her enemy wasn't letting her go… w-was he going to rape her?

"Stop…" Katara whimpered when his head ducked lower to lick the top of her caramel breasts. His own eyes trailed at the sight before him.

Katara was a buxom girl… and she had no idea how to reward a guy with her body. Aang pulled down her other strap and the black tank was slipping from her chest now. Soon, she was left in nothing but her simple black bra and Aang inwardly grinned when she started squirming.

"Lesson two," he began when he climbed on top of her. "Take advantage of your enemy when you have the chance…"

Katara gasped when he parted her legs and set his body in between them. His rough hands glided along her skin and she knew that she was beginning to pant. He pressed his lips where one of her taut nipples was, and even through the fabric she could feel the sensation. When her hands flew to his face, Aang held them over her head with one hand.

His mouth met the bridge between her cups, and with one strong pull, the whole bra was ripped off. Katara inhaled deeply and shrieked when his tongue flicked one of her nipples. Despite her urgent protests, Aang was sucking, licking and even biting. Her cheeks were red with resentment, and her eyes began to water. However, the boy wasn't giving in to her words.

"Lesson three," Aang began to trail his kisses even lower. "Show no mercy."

"No, please!" she cried and started kicking her legs to no avail. "I-I-I…ah…." She moaned, eyes lolling back when he slipped a finger beneath her matching underwear.

His finger was remorseless; he forced it inside her not thinking twice about the pain. Katara turned her head from him, eyes leaking and cheeks redder than before.

Oh, God… I feel like I'm on fire… When his lips met hers, Katara's body started shaking. His touch is rough, yet forgiving… like such an icy touch… but it leaves my skin blistering… Katara started to moan a tad louder and she could hear Aang saying something, but she was too far-gone into her bliss-filled world.

When she felt like her core was going to explode, it was then that Katara moaned his name, the whites of her eyes the only thing visible from beneath her wet eyelids. Her back arched, her nerves felt as if a stallion was running through them… and without any control, she burst like a holiday firework.

Katara sighed and she felt the most sentimental thing as she reached her peak of euphoria. She heard a smirk and before she knew it, she was alone in the room.

(Adultery is now over, :DDD)

Her eyes opened, and there was no sign of Aang. No sign of the encounter that she just went through. He absconded the scene, leaving her like a dazed fool.

"Was I dreaming or something…?" Katara looked around for clues, but she came up short. "That felt too…real…"

XXxDWDSWFxXx

When Katara got out of the shower, she was drying her hair and still lost in thought. How could all of those sensations be a dream? She was sure that Aang was here… why would she dream the story of his mother? It was illogical!

Katara sat on her bed and her eyes widened. She looked down and there was a piece of black fabric crushed beneath her butt.

She pulled on it, and as each inch was revealed, her eyes started to water.

This wasn't a dream… He was really here…

And that concludes this chapter, loves~

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