-1Well, my readers, be ready for an uber-cool chappy. By the way, I would really like reviews on how I do on this chapter, in fact I would like a lot of em'. I need feedback. Of course, there's my first makeout scene in here (hears as hundreds of readers squeal with anticipation), so I need feedback on how I do with it. And remember, it's both Aang and Katara's first makeout (yes, I'm keeping Katara from having ever loved before now, it makes the story at bit more intense and innocent), just Katara has a sort of idea what she's doing, at least, while Aang has no clue, so it's not gonna be slutty or very erotic or anything, just a flustered, confused, first makeout. But, all you fans, don't worry, it'll, uhh heat up in later chapters.
Now sit back, relax, grab your reading glasses and a few hot cups of tea or coffee, and prepare for action, a big fight, a makeout, and lots of FLUFF!!! Dum, duh-duh-duh-duh-duh-duh-dum!!
Diclaimer: Gah, do I have to say it? XX Lawyer guy taps briefcase threateningly XX Okay, I don't own Avatar.
AN Uber Cool Avatar Fic: Aang, Katara, and a Plan - 3175436/1/
I have never really acknowledged this fic before, but upon reading recent chapters, and getting caught up on it, it has become one of my new favourites. The plot is simple yet sweet, and, BTW, there are AWESOME makeout scenes with Aang and Katara, especially in Chapter 7, and Chapter 18 has a very sweet, cliffhanger ending. I highly advise you to read it. This author, MyOtherName, who, in fact, is a fluff-loving guy like myself, is becoming one of my favorites, and has a wonderful style.
Chapter 10
Happenings
Section One (Iroh's POV)
Amber Eyes
Zuko sat now with his back to a large, weathered, gnarled old tree trunk, and he was absentmindedly making small needles of flame shoot from under each fingernail, and now began to carve into a small bit of wood using this method, the superheated spikes of flame leaving perfectly blackened lines. His eyes, though one was masked by the horrible scar, the dead flesh, shone out brightly, golden with specks of brown and hazel, and they twinkled coldly like they did when he was thinking deeply. About things good or bad, though, I knew not which. I sighed, and returned to my tea, the steam rising in small spirals from the welcome wooden cup.
Zuko stiffened at the sound of approaching footsteps, and I looked up quickly, spilling tea all over the front of my tunic. The hot liquid stung, and I winced both in pain and at the loss of my tea, but crept to his side and watched the opening to the clearing. A branch rustled, and Aang and Katara walked towards us, hand in hand, a brilliant flush still receding from the Avatar's face, and I guessed that something had happened between them while on their walk. Zuko sat with a perplexed look on his face for a while, then started a bit as the realization hit him, and blushed slightly himself when the Water Tribe girl found him staring at her and the Avatar. I chuckled slightly, and Zuko scowled at his hands as Aang and his beloved sheepishly crept towards the privacy that the sky bison's great bulk provided, when sitting on the opposite side of the monstrous animal. I sighed. Zuko really was caught up in an emotional upheaval at the time. He had confessed to me, while the pair was gone, that he was still slightly haunted by his past, and the process of giving it up, and I sympathized with him. He was young, and the young do not give up on things as easily as those old can, as they have not lived long enough to know when a goal is past their reach. I still suspected that he was slightly jealous of the young Airbender, and hated himself slightly for it, for Zuko knew that he did not deserve such a relationship as that, at least not with that particular girl, and I think he accept those facts, if at least slightly. I opened my mouth and began to speak to him about it, but a chill breeze blew, and reminded me that I was sopping wet with Jasmine tea. I sat down upon a stump, small white flowers dotting the grass at it's base, and began to dry myself by holding a small flame a few inches from my clothes.
Section Two (Aang's POV)
Something More
XxX Flashback XxX
(I know, it's the first time I've used one of these, I hope I do it well)
I walked slowly between the trees, sunlight filtering between the braches to be caught in small clouds of dust, and send shimmering waves that reached all the way to the ground. The warm, sweet smell of the forest enveloped us. It had always been present since we landed in the spot to camp for a day or so, but here it was at its strongest. The crisp fragrance of pine needles mingled with that sweet scent of deciduous leaves, in the mixed forest, and both of these scents combined with the earthy, wholesome aroma of the loamy soil beneath our feet. I savored the moment thoroughly, Katara's hand laced with mine, experiencing more "alone time" than ever before, on our long walk. I turned my head to look at her, walking by my side, not six inches away. She had let her hair down from it's usual braid, bun, and loops, and had not bothered to put it back up in the excitement of the day. It flowed freely around her shoulders, forming a dark, shining waterfall that seemed to shimmer and fluctuate with each step. Her heavily tanned skin seemed to glow, and the sincere smile accenting her face added to her beauty, while her sea blue eyes sparkled in the wan light. She was, frankly, entrancing. And, hell, the rest of her body was amazing, as well.
I had begun, lately, to notice her beauty more than ever, and felt strange whenever I looked at her. I had asked Sokka what this meant the day before, and received an awkward reply. He seemed really uncomfortable, fidgeting and blinking furiously when he explained the idea of hormones and growing up to me. Really, the only thing I enjoyed out of that conversation was learning why Katara had begun to affect me so.
While lost in my silent reverie, staring at Katara as I remembered, with a shudder, some of the things Sokka had told me, I tripped over a tree root, and since my hand was laced with Katara's, we both fell forward, I on my back, and Katara was spun around to land face down, her head coming to rest somewhere on my collarbone. I panted, as the impact of the fall had messed up my breathing, as Katara pushed herself off my chest, laughing, and kneeled next to me.
"That hurt!" She said it with a playful air. "You were staring at me, your head all twisted to the side and everything." I blushed. Was I that obvious? She must have seen my face and neck redden, for she chuckled slightly, then pulled me up. I was surprised at her strength, with that one tug I was on my feet, and, not ready for the sudden lurch upwards, ended up mere millimeters away from her face, my arms thrown around her chest to catch myself when I was jerked to my feet. Her eyes sparkled again.
I found myself overwhelmed by the now-too-familiar feeling, and coughed slightly. Katara shifted backwards a bit, realizing I was uncomfortable. I was, but the closeness had been, well, exciting. A few finches chirped overhead in the treetops. I stepped closer to Katara. A soft fragrance of lilies, today, emanated from her. She wore a startled expression for a moment, then seemed to realize I had no idea what the hell I was doing, and her expression softened. She did not chuckle at this, probably not wanting to hurt my feelings, and stepped closer to me in turn. The sun was lowering in the sky, and most of the path was thrown into a very soft light, a single beam breaking through the trees to illuminate a large spot on the ground.
I uncertainly took one last step towards her. Our bodies now touched, our faces almost no distance apart. I shuddered with the excitement and anticipation of the moment. She now kindly took the initiative, and threw her arms around my neck, pushing her lips against mine tentatively, and I did the only thing I knew how to, and returned the kiss.
It deepened more quickly than any of our kisses had before. Our heads now tilted slightly as I felt her tongue push for access into my mouth, and I was backed against a tree trunk as our fierce hug became more animated. Katara's tongue now began to roam my mouth as I granted entrance, tracing the sensitive skin at the roof, causing a shudder of pleasure to slowly envelope me. Unsure what to do, I began to explore her mouth with my own tongue, caressing the underside of hers as her hands began to grasp at the shoulders of my tunic now, then move to my middle back and pull me closer just as my own wrapped around her waist. I found my hands roaming Katara's back as her's intoxicatingly slipped under my tunic to softly caress the sides of my chest. We were both red in the face by now, and had by silent agreement moved our escapade to a mossy patch of ground. I was in a daze now, as waves of pleasure mixed disproportionately with happiness racked my body. Katara moaned softly, and began to hungrily kiss my neck now between breaths and attacks on my mouth, her fingers slipping up the back of my head to trace my tattoo as she lay on top of me now, then underneath me, it all interchanging so smoothly it seemed never to happen.
I found my hands now freely roaming around Katara as we switched positions once more, one tangling in her hair and softly supporting her head, holding it off the ground, while the other retuned to her waist to pull her closer, and then, something new happened. My hand, truly, slipped down, and brushed against her butt, which caused another small hiss to escape her, and I quickly retreated, mortified. We both kneeled, hands laced unsurely, and our eyes met, scared at what had unfolded. I silently said sorry with my eyes, and she nodded comfortingly, and pulled me to my feet. I smiled at her now, mollified, and she took my other hand as well. Our clothes were rustled, and a bit of a twig was entwined in Katara's hair.
"That was wonderful," she soothed. I gulped, my senses still reeling, fazed from the experience yet relishing the memory, every detail racing back through my mind. Nodding furiously, I allowed her to lead me back to camp. Dusk was come, dappled light barely illuminating the path. Lightning bugs glowed, cajoling, between the trees. As we came within ten feet of our camp, I stopped to turn to her.
"Thank you."
Section Three (Sokka's POV)
Twilight
I watched warily from the canopy of a large tree, peering through the branches to conceal myself from the pair. They both looked flustered, flushed, even, their clothes in disarray, green stains dotting their clothes and hands every here and there, which looked like they came form a grass or moss. They were hastily smoothing themselves out, huddling behind its bulk
and splashed cold water onto their faces from our small basin as the sun sent its last rays out over the horizon. I growled. It looked surely like they had been rolling around somewhere in the woods while on their long walk. I saw that Aang's arm was slung around Katara's shoulder, and that they walked about now with a new air, more confident yet unsure at the same time. Aang spoke, his voice slightly raspy, and I ground my teeth.
"Wow, that was, err, well…" He trailed off sheepishly.
"Amazing?" Katara offered.
"Yeah. It was. But it's all so new and happened so fast, and, I still feel horrible about what happened…"
I stiffened, and Katara seemed to contemplate his words for a moment, her expression turning curious for a moment before becoming comforting.
"It's okay. We're both new to all of this, and we just need to keep our boundaries for a while. Really, it's okay, I know you'd never purposefully disrespect me."
I was ready to jump down on the Airbender from above. They hugged now, and then kissed, it deepening slightly within seconds. I turned and saw Zuko and Toph, being trailed by Iroh, walking towards Appa and our campfire. I wanted so badly to slap that airhead for what it sounded like he did, but I knew Katara would rage at me, and, deep down, I didn't want to embarrass them or ruin their moment. I had come to accept their relationship, but I would have to pull them aside later and ascertain what had happened. I jumped down, nearly spraining my ankle, to greet the rest of the crew and stop them at the fire, to assure my little sister some quite. Hell, if she was going to be, well, rolling around with ANYBODY, it better damn well be Aang. I just hoped that whatever had happened wasn't too serious, and that Aang wasn't abusing her. Toph made it to the fire and plumped down onto a stump next to it, and lazily stretched out her legs to warm the grimy soles of her feet. I saw Iroh cringe at the matted filth, and Zuko halfheartedly suppress a snigger. Toph turned one eye to face Zuko, and even though it meant naught, as she was blind, he still quailed slightly, and I now laughed as Toph slowly opened her mouth.
"Where'r Twinkle Toes and Sugar Queen?" she drawled. I began to respond, then realized I really had no excuse for their absence, as I knew Iroh and Zuko had seen them return to camp. I was saved at the moment, though, as the pair emerged form behind the bison, clean and unruffled, and I guessed that they had ended their moment to freshen themselves up. I sighed.
"Right here," Aang said. He seemed distinctly happy about something. Iroh nodded knowingly, and Toph wore a churlish grin on her face as Zuko simply stared at his hands, every now and then glancing from Katara to Aang uncertainly. I grinned halfheartedly, too. My sister and best friend, I hated to admit, were growing up. I was happy that they had chosen each other, though, over countless others. They deserved the best, they both did, and the only thing to console me in my confusion over all the goings-on, was that they both got it. Katara seemed to sense my unrest, and smiled soothingly, and shook her head ever so slightly, and I understood that it was okay. She kneeled by the fire now, Aang's hand still laced in hers, and he looked up and blushed momentarily, as we were all staring at the duo, waiting for the right moment to speak. Aang shrugged, flashing his childish smile, and we all broke out laughing. As the sun finally gave in and slipped beneath the horizon, we all sat about the fire, the scent of grilled brook trout swirling enticingly form the pan Katara handled, and watched as she and Aang bent still over the fire, silently preparing our meal, one hand of each still laced with the other's. We ate in contented silence for a while, then small talk began to spread throughout the group.
The fire had died to a small blaze of hot coals, and we sat, huddled together, as Iroh set up more logs then lit them with a blast of fire from his clenched right hand. The moon shone brightly above us, never once veiled by cloud. Aang and Katara seemed more at ease than they ever had before on our travels, and I realized, bracingly, that they were still having great weights lifted from their shoulders, yet still hung onto each other dearly for support through the others. Momo lay curled on Appa's massive forehead, and I, along with Toph, Iroh, and Zuko, sat on one side of the fire. On the other, silhouetted by darkness, Aang had slung his arm around Katara once more, and they held each other in soundless embrace. I felt a single tear slide from the corner of one eye, then cursed softly and wiped it away, not wanting Toph or Zuko to see, but then, as I turned, I realized that Toph had a contented smile plastered on her face, and was crying happily, too. Iroh and Zuko sat side by side, both grinning as well, and I saw Zuko's expression soften even more as Iroh lightly hugged him, and he did not pull away as usual. I smiled.
The fire finally sputtered out, and we all grudgingly got up form the happy sight, and made for our tents. Katara and Aang slowly got up, and slowly made for the tent that they had come to share in the past few days. It had taken me many hours of internal turmoil to accept that nothing was going on in there besides a few kisses and contented slumber.
There ya' go!!! Chapter 10!! Finally!! I really hope you guys liked it. And please, I need lots of reviews to know how I did, so PLEASE hit that button. How was the makeout?? Remember, this was a first for them both ( I know some of you are hating me for making this Katara's first as well, but that's the way I wanted it.) Please tell me in your reviews. And, don't worry, my readers, things will, uh, heat up in later chapters, don't worry, the pair just isn't quite ready for it. Yet. How was the ending???? I hope it was good enough. Everybody in character??? I hope so. Now, shoo and review!!!!!
Hint for Chappy 11: One word: necklace. (If you have a brainstem, you just went "Aww", I know it. If for some insane reason you don't get the little hint, email me.)
