This chapter is dedicated to Aangbanger in homage to the best written Aang lime of all time. Their treatment and the subsequent abandonment of "Break Up With Your Girlfriend, I'm Bored" is a mark of shame on the ATLA fan community. It's a great story, and I'll defend that.

CH 19 |

Aang and Katara had moved their training session to the early morning on the day of the library heist. Now working together in a cove along the east side bay, they chose to start well before dawn to keep the coaching as discreet as possible.

It had been a difficult training session in more ways than one for poor Aang. Katara always started them with a regimen of Vinyasa. "Waterbending is all about flow, continuity and connection between your movements," she'd explained. She built him from the core in lieu of gains. Aang quite liked Vinyasa in the morning—it was not unlike a more physical form of meditation. Maybe I'll incorporate this after we go back to night training, he had considered.

Once they'd worked up a sweat, she put him through drills, hard and fast. Aang admired her teaching abilities, and it wasn't lost on him that she was putting in all her effort to keep him on new forms while maintaining and improving ones he'd already learned.

He prided himself on his ability to compartmentalize during training: to stay present and respectful…even when she was as gorgeous as a water sprite with the lightening sky behind her, warm wind whipping the soaked T-shirt and bicycle shorts she was clearly wearing without a blessed THING underneath. Aang was sweating in the cold.

Today wasn't just about mastering water—it was about mastering his damned 18-year-old hormones.

She had just adjusted his octopus stance and he had just adjusted himself into his waistband when her back was turned. His brain returned a for a short period while he focused on raising and manipulating a nest of water tentacles to block her ice daggers. But the bond between a bender and their element is more kinesthetic than generally advertised.

When manipulating air, the element seemed like part of his own body—the manipulation of which seemed to emerge from his center and outwards. It was everywhere and all at once, like a 6th sense.

With water, he felt the call like a deep itch in his palms. Unlike air, moving the element gave the bender a sense of weight, a heaviness in his hands as it answered him. Air was a free element that was bent with only respectful suggestion—you don't tell air to move, you convince it to. Water required guidance—it wanted to know where to go, and it wanted to come back to you afterwards. Moving a whip around her leg and up her thigh to take her down, he could feel her curves like his own hand, but with muted sensation.

"Pffffffffff…"he exhaled frustrated air as he swept her feet and watched her disappear under the water. Her head popped up, genuinely surprised. "You make a fine octopus, pupil Aang!"

He encased himself in a fun octopus-shaped bubble and she assumed he meant to make her laugh (which she did). He was just hoping a desperate douse in cold water would shake him out of his predicament.

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Lime.

In a house with no privacy, there are no such thing as cold showers. Indeed, Aang and Katara returned at dawn and after some friendly exchange, Katara decided to pull out her laptop to review yesterday's lab notes. Aang wasted no time slinking into the shower feeling like a guilty, unfixed cat and calling for water hot enough to steam up their broom cupboard of a bathroom.

He. Was.

Keyed.

Up.

Katara was beautiful, of course, but it was the details of her that set him on fire. The impossible warmth ensconced in her azure eyes. The way she could oscillate between professional directness, encouraging praise, and flirtatiously playful in a single lesson made his head spin. The way she'd demonstrate something and then get lost in her element. She oozed creativity and curiosity and more than one lesson of theirs had devolved into thoughtful experimentation—she was as committed to learning if she and Aang could invent new forms as she was to teach him what she could already offer.

And spirits when she stood up after I dunked her today…

Aang thought about it again as he stood under the shower, hand floating to his member almost unconsciously.

"I think that's a good note to end on" she had said and stood up from his leg sweep. The wet T-shirt had clung to her like shrink wrap and he had accidentally inhaled inside his octopus-bubble, causing him to devolve into a coughing fit, the water bubble following suit in a messy premature spray.

Nope, let's pretend that part didn't happen…

It was not hard to pivot to a sexier fantasy where he was not a bumbling dork, imagining the shower was a waterfall.

They were bending in a pond so pure he could see the white sand settling around her feet as she stood up from her leg sweep. He stood with his back to the waterfall, feeling the spray against his skin as he took in her wet t-shirted form and the way it strained against the swell of her breasts and the highland rise of sharp nipples.

He slowly stroked himself with a hand while pressing the other to the shower wall, leaning under the hot water as his breath hitched.

She pulled her wet hair back with a mischievous smile. "Can I watch you, sweetie?" fantasy Katara asked him. Her shirt and shorts continued to drip as she stood up fully, the water running fully down her center where it tumbled between her legs, creating the illusion of a veritable fountain of moisture wetting places that were surely already slick with need.

The breathless airbender panted, straining against his own shaft with a quicker pace, needing more friction.

Fantasy Katara decided to take off that pesky t-shirt/shorts combo and watched him from the shallows, biting her lower lip and caressing her naked breasts for him. She moaned in arousal, leaning back, and spreading her legs.

He muffled a groan in reality, dropping his propped hand to a forearm, burying his mouth. Red hot heat began to surge into every space of his groin, his hips beginning to buck into his own hand.

"Aang, I'm almost there. Come with me, sweetie" Fantasy Katara moaned. Her hips bucked against the fingers she'd plunged into her core- the same rhythm as his own frenetic grinding. He watched as her back arched impossibly, breasts arcing towards the sky as she struggled for her release, moaning his name.

"katah-agh" he managed to whisper, the act of which sent him over the precipice, exploding into the void, an orgasm deeper than he'd ever achieved. Head buzzing, thighs trembling, he managed a last few pumps as he huffed and spilled himself into the water. He had a few moments of thoughtless, blissful peace.

"You done jerking off?" Toph practically roared, busting the door in. "I gotta poop."