CH 34 | A Thank You Note
Katara always excelled at the small stuff. Unbeknownst to the rest of the group, she was likely the only planner keeping the campsite from falling into absolute chaos. Sokka might be penning a letter to the despotic firelord on behalf of an ethereal being, but he also never thought to change out the batteries on his devices. The only reason he hadn't had to deal with a single charge issue or hotspot interruption was because Katara had remembered to charge them using their solar chargers during the day and swapped them out each night when Sokka left to bathe in the river.
Toph would forget to eat and drink water. Katara, who was also performing the lion's share of the cooking, kept tabs on water intake for each person and knew when Toph hadn't had enough, and often refilled Aang's water while he trained without his even knowing.
Aang, for all his love of his animal companions, was completely immersed in Sokka's schedule, which did not provide time to do the feeding, the brushing, the shenanigan-interference. Katara usually spent her morning breakfast moving Appa to new sections of the mountain valley where he was spending his time divesting Owlder trees of their moon berries and swamp moss. Momo was still in the process of weaning, and while he was now eating more fruits and greens than formula, still required a bottle before bedtime.
She was, on top of these duties she mentioned to no one, also one of the Avatar's bending masters and still a participant in their evening strategy talks. She was the first person awake in the mornings and the last person asleep. Tonight, after practice when Aang excused himself to freshen up, she'd stretched with exhaustion as she changed out of her own rumpled, hastily washed clothes and into an oversized t-shirt of Aang's she'd been using to sleep in. It smelled like fresh cotton and had just the softest shade of his musk along the collar where she liked to duck her nose in and breathe deep.
She wasn't aware that Aang had already returned and watched her warmly from the mouth of the tent as she began her evening lotion-application ritual. He knew she thought that she was getting away with running the campsite without anyone knowing, but he kept tabs on her, too. Running around constantly trying to fill her day to the brim, he would often swoop her into a stop. Even if it was only a passing kiss, it often helped pause her enough to realize she was doing silly things like allowing Momo to climb on her while she tried to carry things with two hands, and on more than one occasion, had been holding her pee instead of just stopping to take a bathroom break.
She jumped in surprise when she suddenly felt his hot breath against the back of her neck. "Let me do that for you tonight" he thrummed softly as he wound his arms seductively around her waist, stealing her lotion tube. Katara sighed deeply in gratitude and leaned back to look up at him. "You're the best" she whispered brightly.
Aang shook his head as he began to gently massage her scalp, divesting her of the pinching bobby pins that riddled through too-tight braids and windswept loopies. She hummed with contentment, closing her eyes and allowing her body to sink heavily against his. Once her hair was free and untangled, Aang ran a calloused hand slowly down one of her arms, raising gooseflesh as he went, and retrieved the hair tie she kept around her wrist. He used it to fashion her a loose bun to clear the hair from her shoulders while he worked her over.
Taking a small dab of lotion against his fingertips, he traced the space where her jawline met below her ear and was rewarded with a deep groan from the tensed waterbender. He knew she would unknowingly tighten her jaw and shoulders when she was busy, often leaving her with panging headaches at a time when she was supposed to be resting. Rolling his fingers against the tight tendons that connected her jawline and her neck, he worked to release her hours-long clench until he'd fingered all the way down to where her neck met her shoulders. Once the drips of lotion were fully worked over, he drifted his hands beneath her t-shirt and lifted it up and over her head, allowing the meat of his palms to feather over taut nipples as they passed, but only just. Katara trembled.
"Lay flat" he instructed when she attempted to turn and meet his lips, aroused.
She complied, stretching before him languidly first to show off her naked body before settling down on her stomach. When she realized he didn't plan to reward it, her center began a lazy throb of desire.
Then, she felt his warm, lubricated hands engulf her shoulders. He was firm, and the size of his thumbs allowed Aang to create delicious ripples deep into the muscles cresting the top of her back. She groaned with loud appreciation, not even caring when she heard Sokka sputter from outside and retreat from the campsite in revulsion. His strokes were slow, and he repeated his undulations wherever he found knots, kneading the stubborn flesh until each one gave way to smoothed muscle.
Aang worked in this way all the way down to her ass. She'd expected him to roll hands over it of course- he'd been handsy with her derriere since the day she'd granted access to it. What she wasn't expecting was the deep-tissue penetration of his roiling thumbs. How does one store tension in their ass? Katara wasn't sure but couldn't deny that Aang had unearthed deeply seated knots and tightly pinched nerves seemingly in all the areas where bones met flesh at her center. This time he'd doubled the lotion and fully lubricated her so that each deeply pressed pass of his fingers produced a provocative squelch.
When his ministrations moved to the seat of her rear and the sides of her hips, Katara couldn't help but buck a little in arousal. Each pass of his firmly pressed tips tugged at her entrance, frustrating her, and bringing her throbbing, wet sex back to the front of her consciousness once more. She knew he noticed, and she couldn't help but emit a handful of garbled sounds of mixed pleasure and frustration. The provoked Katara shifted, parting her thighs just a bit wider, hoping to entice those long, patient fingers into her.
He provoked another frustrated mewl when he braced his body over her, and she felt his throbbing length drag against her under his pants. He merely whispered, "turn over for me" and withdrew. She complied and faced up, opening her eyes to steal a glance that she instantly regretted. Aang was deeply flushed, and his eyes were set darkly under a ridge of concentrated brows. He was drinking her in with a gaze that was ferocious and lustful—catching him in it made her moan his name out loud, feeling an arousal climb behind her clit even though he hadn't laid a finger into her.
He re-lubricated once more, this time letting a satisfied smirk slip as he spread his legs to straddle her, watching his woman sweat. Gently guiding her arms above her head, he worked the surprisingly tight muscle connecting her chest to the base of her armpits. An unbidden smile flittered onto her face too, slightly ticklish. The soft giggles melted into a gasp when Aang turned unpredictable broad palms down over her breasts. The massage that began from the outside curves of them to the innermost crest of her nipples would have been completely professional but for the shining desire in her man's eyes. Lips slightly parted, he fixated and he rolled slow, firm strokes over every centimeter of breast she offered. Katara was panting.
"Aang, I need you." She pleaded. His hands were moving down again, and she took the flustering moment to grasp her breasts, raking her own nipples with more force and speed than he'd awarded her. She was dripping and throbbing and moaned loudly again when he bent hot air onto her skin. He was kneeling between her spread legs now, eyes downcast to her exposed sex as he blew soft, undulating currents like the gentlest of tongue darts. It was tantalizing. It was intoxicating.
It was cruel.
Katara growled and sat up, demanding kisses. Aang returned hungrily, parting her mouth with his own, his hot bending hadn't stopped, and she could feel it in her mouth as he began to lose his composure. Throbbing but mollified that he was equally bothered, she smiled against his open mouth and rewarded him with some naughty licks to his lips and his panting tongue.
"I love you so much" she panted.
"Katara, I love you" he returned, then licked her back, feeling animal.
"Tell me what you want" he breathed. She responded with a frustrated scrape of her clit against the blankets.
Aang smiled. "Lay back down" he told her, pushing her back gently before she could obey. He didn't keep his flustered waterbender waiting any longer. Sinking prostrate between her legs, he kept his eyes locked on hers as he seized a mouthful of her, like she were an ice cream cone on a hot day. Her response was loud and fevered and so, so needy. She ground hard against Aang's jaw and open mouth desperately and brought him into an enthusiastic growl as he lapped from the base of her opening to the tip of her clit. Her hands scraped for something to grab—it was the first time she wished he had some hair to she could tug at for dear life…maybe pull him inside of her.
He set a rhythm against her clit and Katara's level of pleasure already felt like the crest of her normal orgasm, except that she knew there was more climbing to be had. She arched when he experimented with a single dip and withdrawal of his finger inside her. Katara rewarded him with another desperate grind against his face and he moaned, burying his other hand deep into his waistband. He dipped again. And again. And again.
She was bucking and completely wild above him and he knew she would burst any moment. Curious, he dipped and remained, curling his long finger to the deep spot he'd discovered inside her before, and pushing another moist, hesitant finger down to her lower opening. He was still sucking on her clit with rhythmic abandon, but this new and surprise stimulation caused her eyes to fly open.
"AANG! SPIRITS!" and various other curses as she came hard burying him between her legs. He slowed but didn't stop as she moaned wildly once more before relaxing like a heaving puddle. In her bliss, she hadn't realized he was still beating tersely as he kneeled over.
His open-mouthed grunt alerted her just as she opened her eyes to watch as he erupted across her stomach, spasming and spilling ropes of hot release that pooled into her belly button and dribbled down her sides. Seizing herself with her own hand, she came once more, hysterically undone by his raw, unapologetic sexuality.
They collapsed together, wide-eyed and startled at what they'd done, or rather how they'd done it and then dissolved into a fit of giggles as they snuggled in, exhausted and sated and in love.