Katara pressed into him from behind, slipping her arms around his waist and scattering slow kisses over his bare shoulder. Aang chuckled and turned in her arms.
"We were supposed to leave twenty minutes ago," he admonished softly, returning her embrace.
"Well if we're already late..." Katara trailed off, lifting her face to press her lips to his. He smiled into her kiss.
Her breath was warm on his neck as she ghosted her lips over it, nibbling gently up his jaw to his ear.
"We'll be there for dessert," she murmured. His smile widened.
"Sounds like a fair compromise."