A.N: OK BASICALLY I WROTE THIS CHAPTER 3 TIMES AND 2 OF THOSE TIMES MY COMPUTER DIED AND DIDNT SAVE SO I'VE BEEN PUTTING OFF WRITING IT FOR LIKE 4 YEARS IM SORRY. SORRY. also, im planning on ending this fanfic soon lol. i dunno how many chapters are left but this has been so fun to write! thanks for all the amazing comments and help you've given me. this was a good experience, and i hope i grew as a writer!
They decided to visit Aang's parents. Katara took off time from work, and Aang had two weeks off because of a small vacation the high school had for a holiday. Sokka and Suki already went off on their lover's day celebration. For an entire week. Suki texted Katara telling her Sokka was taking her to Omashu through the 'secret lovers' cave. How exciting.
On the boat ride over to the Fire Nation, the two didn't do much. They ate good meals and stood at the railing just talking. Despite his calm composure, Katara knew Aang was definitely nervous. The first time seeing his parents graves in years. Katara was very nervous while visiting her own mothers, so she understood.
They drove their Satomobile off the boat. Squeezing his thigh, Katara looked at Aang as he drove. He was quiet, but it seemed to calm her a bit. In silence, Aang drove. The radio wasn't on, and their breathing was quiet. Every so often, Katara glanced over at Aang, to see how he looked. It was warm out in the Fire Nation despite the season. It was breezy, but that was it. Once they arrived, Katara pulled herself out of the Satomobile. She met Aang in front of the parked vehicle, and he smiled at her. He held two small flowers, one buttercup and one purple dahlia. Katara intertwined their fingers, and he squeezed her hand affectionately. Together they walked up the hill towards the grassy graveyard. It felt colder as they entered through the gate. Just barely you could see heads from where they stood, sticking close together. There was a funeral being held there.
The air blew past Katara and Aang, and a shiver ran through her. She let go of Aang's hand to hug herself, averting her gaze from the group slowly dispatching themselves from a coffin being buried. Her eyes fell on a man holding a small girls hand. She knelt, hugging her knees to her chest as she stared blankly. The little girls fingers ran across the brisk stone. The man got on his knee's, too. He patted the small girls hair. Katara decided she didn't want to look anymore. She stared at Aangs face. He didn't even look at her.
"Ready?" She asked. He blew out a long breath of air, before grimly nodding. Katara followed him as they walked, minding the other graves. She read a few, and most were older than her. They walked past a couple mausoleum's, pantheons and even a shrine. Aang stopped walking, and Katara hit her head into his shoulder as she walked into him. She took a few steps back, and he glanced at her out of the corner of his eye. Aang wore a bleak expression, and Katara following him through the nicely grown bushes and past a couple more graves. He stopped in front of two diamond shaped graves. These were ones bought by the poorer, Katara knew. They weren't particularly extravagant, nor big. The graves had no special words on them, just the date they died and their names. Katara stepped back, putting her hands behind her back. She watched as Aang put the single flowers down in front of their empty looking graves. He bowed his head, his shoulders rising and falling unnaturally. So badly, Katara wanted to wrap herself into him and console him, but she couldn't. She had to let Aang have his moment. Just being there was one of the most important things she'd ever lived to do. Someone trusted and loved her enough to bring her to do something as private as visit two people they loved at a grave.
Bowing her own head, Katara tightly shut her eyes.
Thank you, she thought. For creating the most amazing person I've ever met. I've never loved someone more in my life. Forever, I promise I'll love him.
When she opened her eyes, Aang was looking at her. He looked tired, and it seemed to add a few years on him. A few tears stained his cheeks. Katara couldn't help it anymore. She pulled him tightly against her, her hands wiping his cheeks dry. He was smiling at her, holding her waist. She choked back a sob, returning the smile.
They left the heavy air of the cemetery behind. The two went to their hotel to check in. Once they got in, Katara ordered room service. They ate together quietly, but Aang only finished half a plate. He laid down on the bed where she sat, curling himself close to her. Katara was watching TV, finishing up her dinner. Aang sat up, wrapping his arms around her from behind. He kissed her bare shoulder.
"Are you okay?" She murmured, pushing the pull out table away from her and crawling farther back on the bed. He collected her into his grasp, hugging her tightly to him.
"Mm," he replied, kissing her chest. She wore a tank top today, thinking it was going to be hot. Katara pulled him away to look at his face. Aang smiled at her. "Thank you for coming with me today. It was so much easier with you, I think."
Katara shook her head, kissing his nose. Slowly, Aang's eyes drifted pasted her and to the wall. He seemed bewildered as he looked back at Katara's face. "Katara... is that lingerie in your suitcase?" A devious smile perked his lips. Katara rolled onto her back, a smug expression on her face.
"I dunno, want me to put it on?"
"Uh, yeah." He sat up, looking like an excited 7 year old. Katara scurried to the bathroom, snatching the lacy clothing on the way. Peeling her clothes off, she put on the black lingerie. She took her hair out of the bun she'd worn it in all day and scraped the brush through it a couple of times. It was as good as she could make it. It would suffice.
Katara wasn't sure if she really should have taken the lingerie Suki gave her. She was more self conscious now than she was naked. Despite the reasons, Katara opened up the bathroom door and slowly walked out. Aang watched her the whole way, and she stopped mid step. Laughter erupted from both of them. Aang fell back on the bed, holding his sides. Katara couldn't stop her laughing.
When they both finally stopped laughing, Aang laid flat on the bed. He laid in a position that made it look like he was attempting to make a snow angel. "Man, am I the luckiest person alive or something?" It was then, Katara realized that he was wearing the necklace she gave him on his birthday. Smiling to herself, she went and flicked off the lamp beside the bed. Only light shone through the window, faint moonlight. Aang sat, his feet dangling off the edge of the bed. Katara stood between his legs. His hands found her hips, and he looked up at her.
"Your side is doing better," he noted. It was true, the once purple and black bruise is now only a faint yellowish green color. It made her look like an infected zombie. Aang kissed her bruise, lightly. So lightly she couldn't feel it. His lips moved under her naval and his hands fondled her behind. Katara pushed his face away, only to kiss him. He stood up, towering over her. Aang pushed her back against the wall, his mouth roughly kissing up and down her neck.
One of Aang's hands delicately caressed up and down her thigh. She was wearing a garter belt, holding up her thigh highs. Katara began to undo his shorts. She pushed them down and he stepped out of them. His hands firmly pushed her against the wall as he moved down her. His lips followed the lead and made it to her breasts. Katara snaked off his shirt.
Her bra was undone by Aang, and they both let it fall to the floor. He pushed his face between her cleavage, nipping wherever he could. Katara heard gasping, but soon concluded it was her own breath escaping her. For support, one hand stayed flat on the wall, and the other on Aang's shoulder. He kept going down farther, until he was right where she wanted him. Aang picked up one of Katara's legs and hoisted it over his shoulder, kissing her thigh. Katara closed her eyes, leaning her head back as she waited for him to get to her.
Her thin panties were moved on her slightly, so almost all of her was exposed. She opened her eyes, glancing down at him. He was looking up at her, before he began to kiss her clit. He then closed his eyes, flicking his tongue along her. Katara's mouth opened, but only a petty moan escaped her.
"Aang, stop..." She whined, and he did so. He trailed back up her body, and Katara shoved off his boxers. She rubbed him, and he trapped her against the wall. His arm cupped her leg, and brought it up on his waist.
"Can I...?" He put his forehead against hers. Her breath raggedly slipped from her mouth, and she nodded. Both of his hands clumsily took hold of her thighs. Katara slid her arms around his shoulders. She was lifted off the ground slowly, pushed against the wall and his was kissing her shoulder the whole time, until he entered her. Aang stopped kissing, only to hold his head there. Quickly, he turned with her in his arms and pushed Katara on the small coffee table. Katara brushed away all of the contents on it, with loud clattering on the floor. Her arms let go of his shoulders, and held the edges of the table.
Aang still held one of her thighs, hooking her knee pit with his elbow. She gasped louder every time he thrust.
"Y-yeah..." She moaned.
For another few minutes, they continued. Aang pulled out of her. Opening her eyes, Katara quizzically glanced at him.
"Turn over," he commanded. For a minute, she was opposed. He frowned. "No, I'm not going to do that-"
"Okay, okay!" She turned over. His manly hands seized her hips, and he was in her once again. This time he slowed down, but he was still rough. Trying her best, Katara kept herself quiet.
There was a knock on the door.
"Everything alright? We got a call from 104 that they heard loud noises from in here..."
Aang pulled out of her. He got up and silently slid on a housecoat. Katara crept off into the bathroom, sweeping the contents of the table with her foot out of sight from the door.
She could hear Aang answer it, and use his savvy voice to explain what was going on. The man at the door laughed uncomfortably. Katara leaned against the bathroom counter.
"I'm sorry about that... My wife and I were just having a conversation. She sat on the coffee table across from me and a few things fell. Everyone's fine." He exaggerated the conversation part with heavy sarcasm. Katara wondered if he used quotation marks.
"Where is she? Your wife?" The man challenged.
Aang was quiet for a moment. She could almost hear the scowl form on his face. Katara quickly regained herself, sliding on a white knee length bathrobe the hotel left out. She didn't have time to check anything before she appeared at the front door. Aang wrapped his arm around her shoulder and kissed her forehead. "What's going on?" She tried her best to sound confused, but she had already heard it all.
"Ah, the wife." The man said, eyeing her prudently. She looked down, realizing she still wore the thigh highs, but only her calves were visible. The man rocked back on his heels, shoving his hands in his pockets. He gave a brisk nod to Aang. "I'm sorry to bother you tonight, sir, miss. Have a good evening."
"You too," Aang shut the door before he even finished speaking. Katara was already half way back to bed by that time. She collapsed on the bed, laying down and pushing her hands under the cool pillows. Aang lay beside her on his back, turning his head to watch her.
"Next time let's not be so rough at a hotel."
"Good idea." She closed her eyes, feeling a pout. "Hey, what was that about wife? You could have just said girlfriend."
She felt him shrug before he shuffled closer to her. He put his arms around her, holding her tightly. "Because that's what I want you to be."
Keeping her eyes closed, Katara nuzzled her face in his chest. She felt her face burn. "Isn't it a little early?"
His deep laugh made her flinch. She let him hold her closer. "'Kay. Later, then. I'll wait for you."
"Mm, yeah." she said, pecking his chest. "I'll wait for you too."