So, I owuld like to clarify one, well a couple things, I think.
1. Katara didn't really break her whole arm, just her forearm. Abover her wrist.
2. I just now figured out that in this story, It's been seven days since Aang and Katar have met.
Yeah.
Disclaimer: My phone is dead, but Kataang isn't;)
The car stopped, and I woke up. I looked over at Aang, and saw his eyes drooping. He looked like he was about to fall asleep. I sat up and touched his shoulder.
"Aang, maybe we should stop for the night." I whispered. Aang nodded, giving the car gas and heading down the road to a hotel. Aang parked, and I got out.
"Stay." I said to him, and he nodded. I walked into the lobby, going up to the desk. I rang the bell, and the desk clerk came around.
"Hello. Would you like to check in?" She asked, smiling at me.
"Yes. Do you have a double room?" I asked, watching as she checked the computer. She shook her head, looking.
"The only room we have left is a single." She said, giving me that "I'm sorry" smile. I was about to speak when someone else did for me.
"We'll take it." Aang said, coming up behind me. The lady got a devious smile on her face. She looked at me, and I had to stop myself from rolling my eyes. A blush rose on my face, and I felt Aang's arm go around my waist. I paid, handing the lady twenties, and she handed me the keys.
"I'll get our bags." Aang whispered in my ear. I gave him one key, and got into the elevator. I hit the button for the 12th floor, and leaned against the railing. My arm was hurting me, and I was in need of some good sleep. The elevator came to a stop, and the door opened. I got out, finding my room. I unlocked the door, and walked inside. It was a big room for only having one bed. I sat down on the sofa, looking at the huge television placed across from it. The door unlocked again, and Aang set my suit case inside. I got up and grabbed my bag. He shut the door behind him, placing his suit case on the right side of the bed. I grabbed my medication and took another pill, lying on the couch. Aang sat down on the floor next to my head, looking at my face.
"You look tired." He whispered. I shrugged.
"I've kind of had less than 13 hours of sleep in 48 hours. I'd hope I look tired." I said sarcastically. Aang looked away, picking up the television remote. He turned it on, looking through the channels. I moved forward, laying my head on Aang's shoulder. He reached up and placed his palm on my cheek.
"I think you should get in bed." He said. I shook my head.
"You take the bed. You most certainly haven't gotten good sleep lately." I argued, but Aang wasn't having it. He lifted me off the couch, and placed me on the bed. I was about to get up, but he pushed me back down by my shoulders. I looked up at him, and he smiled.
"Go to sleep." He said, holding me down. I squirmed, wanting to get up. I looked up at him, and he smirked.
"I'm not going to bed unless you do." I said. He tilted his eyebrow.
"You play dirty." He said. I stuck my tongue out at him. He got on the bed, rolling over me. I rolled off, but he grabbed my arm and pulled me back. I laughed as I feel against his chest.
"You're going to bed." He whispered in my ear. I felt chills go down my spine.
"I'm going to change into my pajamas." I said back, undoing his grip on my waist. He chuckled. I grabbed my clothes from my suit case and changed in the bathroom. I looked at myself in the mirror, and saw what Aang saw. I looked sleep deprived, and kind of crazy. I brushed my hair, putting it up in a pony tail. I needed to take a shower, but it would be hard with my cast. I walked out of the bathroom to see Aang lying in the bed, his shirt off. I almost tripped over my own feet when I saw his upper torso. It was chiseled, perfect. I sat down on the bed, only to be pulled gently down next to Aang. I rolled over, my heart skipping a beat at his smile.
I moved my pillow to a more comfortable position, and rolled onto my stomach. Aang kept his arm around my waist, keeping me close to his body. We didn't pull the blankets up; we were keeping each other warm. I shut my eyes, letting Aang's breathing lull me to sleep.
O.o
I rolled over, expecting to roll into Aang. But I didn't. I opened my eyes, just seeing a wall. I rolled over, and saw Aang sitting on the couch. He smiled at me, patting the spot next to him. I got up, stretching. I staggered over to the couch, and sat down. He wrapped his arm around my waist again, and I laid my head against his shoulder, shutting my eyes. I could feel him smiling.
"It's 4 in the afternoon." He said, and I looked up at him. He nodded, kissing my forehead again. I smiled, burying my face in his neck. He laughed, wrapping both of his arms about me. I pulled him closer, sighing. It felt so right to just sit there, my arm around him.
"You talk in your sleep." Aang said, and I giggled a little. I yawned, snuggling closer to him.
"I want to go back to sleep." I said, and Aang picked me up. He placed me in the bed, and lay next to me. I curled back into his chest, and fell back to sleep.
(Aang's P.O.V)
Katara's eyes shut, and I watched as a smile formed on her lips. I smiled, wrapping my arms around her tighter. I didn't want to let her go. I shut my eyes, thinking. I was going to do something amazing for her. My dad hadn't frozen my bank account yet, so I had money. I lay there, thinking about what I could do when her phone rang. I grabbed it and picked it up before it could wake her.
"Hello?" I whispered. There was breathing on the opposite end.
"Katara?" A male voice said. I stalled, thinking of what to say.
"Um, she is asleep right now. May I ask whose calling?" I asked. Katara stirred a little, but she was only snuggling closer to me. I felt heat on my cheeks.
"Well, could you wake her? It's four in the afternoon." He snapped at me. I rolled my eyes, looking down at Katara again. I didn't want to wake her.
"Actually, no. I can't wake her up. Who is this?" I asked again.
"I'm her brother; I think I have the right to talk to her." He snapped at me. I almost ended the call.
"Well, I think she needs some sleep. I'm sorry, but I'm not waking her." I said my voice cold. I heard him breathe in deeply.
"This is Aang, isn't it?" He asked me.
"Yes. It is." I heard him sigh, and I waited.
"Listen, I need to tell her something. Something important." He said to me. I tilted my head.
"Just tell me." A pause, and then he spoke.
O.o
Katara stirred in my arms, and I looked down. She was smiling, probably dreaming, and she had her fingers locked around my torso. I shut my eyes, listening to the rain outside. It had been raining for four hours, non stop. The rain was pounding, the sound amazing.
"Mm, Aang?" Katara whispered. I looked down, and smiled. Her eyes were shining, from all of her sleep. She listened to the rain for a minute, her eyes not moving from mine. I smiled and kissed her nose. I saw a flash go across the room, and I looked out the window just in time to see lightening. Katara sat up on the edge of the bed, opening the shade. Rain was battering the window, the drops continually running down the glass. I sat next to her, watching the lightening. I could hear thunder off in the distance, and pulled Katara closer. I turned to look at the clock, when a surge of electricity lit up our room, then went out.
"Crap." I mumbled. I reached into the nightstand drawer and pulled out the flash light. I pointed it towards the cabinet opposite from the bed. Katara opened the doors, and pulled out some big candles.
"I'll light a couple of these." Katara mumbled. I grabbed one, placing it on my side of the bed. I lit it with a match, and it lit one corner of the room. I turned to see Katara lighting one on her side of the bed. She sat back down, looking at me. I smiled at her, and shut off the flash light. Lying down on the bed, I contemplated. I felt Katara's hands on my back, her lips next to my ear.
"This is kind of romantic." She whispered. I turned over, wrapping my arms around her. I pulled her down to my side.
"Your brother called while you were asleep." I said, and she froze. She sat up and looked down at me.
"What did he say?" She questioned. I almost smiled.
"He told me, to tell you, to not come home." I said, and she smiled.
"I already knew that." She said, her fingers running circles over my chest.
"Well, he said to tell you, no matter what, don't come home." I said, emphasizing the no matter what. She tilted her head, a quizzical look on her face.
"Did he say why?" She asked the right question.
"He said, and I quote: 'Tell her no matter what, if you are being dragged, if I say to come home, don't. Not unless you have the answer to the mystery you told Toph about.' And then he hung up." I said, and Katara shook her head.
"He's telling me that the only way my dad will accept me coming home is if I'm dead. Because right now, I'm dead to him." Katara said, looking deeply into my eyes. I shrugged.
"I bet my dad would like to see me dead too." I whispered, and Katara cupped my face.
"They don't matter. And that is why we are here. Because they don't matter." She said, kissing my face. I pulled her to me, felling as though I could fly. She snuggled close to me, her head resting on my chest. She reached up and ran her fingers through her hair, and sighed.
"I need to take a shower." She said, her lips pouted. She got up and walked into the bathroom, turning on the sink. I heard water, and got up. She was standing next to the sink, watching the water drain down the drain.
"I guess the water works even when the power is out." She observed, grabbing the edge of the door and pushing it closed. I walked over to the bed and sat down, listening to the rain and the shower.
(Katara's P.O.V)
I let the warm water wash over me. It felt good to get clean. I washed my hair, reveling in the feeling. I scratched my scalp, my skin itchy. I washed my arm as close as I could to my cast, without getting it wet. It was a difficult thing to do.
I stepped out, grabbing my towel. I wrapped myself up, whipping off the mirror. I looked at my wet face, sighing. I felt like a new person. I let the towel drop as I, difficultly, braided my hair. I smiled as I finished, and pulled the towel back around myself. I unlocked the door and walked out. Aang was laying sitting on the bed, facing the window. I got up on the bed and wrapped my arms around him from behind.
"How was your shower?" He asked me, looking up at my face. I smiled at him, and kissed his face. He wrapped his arms around my back, twisting so he was facing me. A week of flirting, and I was making out with a guy. I felt like a whore, but at the same time, it felt so right to be kissing him. He pushed me back on the bed, propping himself up on his hand and knees. I found my tongue in his mouth, and a groaned escaped his throat. I didn't know when this had happened, this burning desire I could feel radiating off of Aang, but I was sure it was radiating off of me too. The thunder rolled outside, lightening flashing three times in a row. Aang broke the kiss, looking down at me. His eyes were burning, his hands on my sides. I had his neck, wanting to pull his face back down.
"Are you sure?" He asked. I pulled his face back down to mine, crashing my lips on his. I could feel the passion, the building intensity.
"Yes." I breathed. His lips found my neck, and the night began.
Mm, adult themes. It's like Sex Ed all over again LOL. Reviews please? It's Spring Break. I get reviews and all of this free time goes to good use haha.
I cut it off there because, even though it's rated M, I felt like it was long enough. I'll be updating soon. Haha.