"Are you asleep, Sweetie?"
Katara felt his breath on her neck, the rumble of his voice against her back.
"Uh-huh," she responded lightly. "Completely asleep." She felt the turn of his lips against her skin as he smiled.
Aang moved languidly, pausing to press a kiss to her throat, to lick the place where her pulse fluttered. He slid a hand up her thigh, over the curve of her hip. Her breath caught when she felt him stir against her backside.
He grinned at her reaction, leaning to whisper his next words into her ear.
"Are you sure about that?"