Nobody's Listening Chapter 10: Sweetes Sin By KirariSoldier

Can you imagine us.
Making Love.
The way it would feel the first time that we touch.
Can you think of it.
The way I dream of it.
I want you to see it the way I'm seeing it.

It's a picture of perfection.
The vision of you and I.
You're lips upon my lips.
Can you just picture this?
Your finger tips on my finger tips.
Your skin upon my skin.
It would be the sweetest sin.

Jessica Simpson, "Sweetest Sin"

The water pooled around Katara's ankles as she stepped into private bath of the Inn she was staying at.
They water was hot, and made her skin turn pink from the heat. The bath house was for tenants of the Inn, and had been blocked of with fence and trees from the generel public, aswell the prying eye of passers-by and every type of pervert you could think of. It was decked in hues of red, and several attendents stood ready to help any one who needed it.

A warm breeze swept through the bathhouse, and lifted the thin silk curtains from thier postion on the wall. The scent of Lilac and Lilies-of-the-
valley filled the air, wafting and lingered within the fabric of the curtains. Katara seemed to be the only inhabitant of the bath, and was feeling very joyus at the thought. She lifted her feet out of the water, walked to the edge of the giant tub, and let her robe fall from her body.

As soon as the fabric fell to the floor, she ran and dove into the water with a splash.

Aang stood at the door frame. "Hey, Sokka. I'll be back soon, just stay here." He said as he watch Sokka mutter somthing and turn in his covers. Aang rolled his eyes and slid out of the room, and ran to the bath house. As soon as he arrived to two giant oak doors with a sign that read: Bath House, he knew he was in the right place. Without much trouble, he pushed the doors open to expose the giant corridor that was the bath house.

No sooner than he had entered, he froze cold dead in his tracks. Eyes wide like a deer in a car's headlights, and studing all that he saw.
Katara standing under a man-made waterfal, eyes closed, head leaning towards the heavens, humming a happy tune, and massaging her scalp with almond oil.

Katara felt a pair of eyes on her, her eyes shot open to see again staring at her. Her face turned an excellent shade of red, and she let out a scream. She rushed through the water to retrive her robe, once covered, she hurled her bottle of almond oil at him. It missed, and was smashed into pieces as it came into contact with the wall. 200 silver laos down the drain.

Aang simply laughed at the truly livid Katara as he approched her. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE! I TOLD YOU I WANTED SOME TIME ALONE!" She growled as she drew away from him every time he took a step closer. "What is your problem? I just came to check up on you..." He said as he remebered previous events. The image of Katara under the waterfall permently engraved in his mind.

Her anger faded almost instantly. He had came to check up on her, to make sure she was all right. She gave a slight smile and walked to him, and hugged his chest. "Thanks for worring. But I am fine." She said as she hugged him even tighter. "If you don't mind, I would like to take a bath, my Lady Queen." Aang said as he with drew from her embrace. Katara laughed and started for the door, when she was pulled into the water by strong arms.

Katara and Aang, both soaked to the bone, clothes clinging to thier bodys, emmerged from the water. "Why did you do that!" Katara demanded as she spalshed him. he laughed and spalshed her back. "Becuase I don't want to be lonely!" He said as he waded over to her. Katara smiled. Aang took the sides of Katara's head in his hands, and drew a deep, slow, passionate kiss from the one he loved most. Katara suppled all she could into the kiss. Aang fingers now intertwinded with hers, drew slowly away from her lips and gazed into her eyes.

"I love you so much..." He said as he placed his lips on the palm of her hand. He kissed his way up her arm, shoulder, neck, and then finally back to her lips. Warmth pooled in the pit of Katara's stomach as Aang traced her colarbone with his index finger. Fabric stuck to her skin, Katara drew him in for another kiss. This one filled with an equal amount of passion as the first. Skin touching skin, fingers intwined, it was the sweetest sin.

Katara and Aang emerged from the pool, and dried off with towels. "Katara... How come we did not go farther than we did?" Aang asked, genuinly befuddled. "Becuase I'm not ready. If you need that, then you need to wait. Or find someone else." Katara muttered, hurt by his question. She stormed out of the bath house and back to her room. Katara lay sparwled out over her bed. Night was decending upon the land, and she watched the shadows dance on the ceiling, that the latern cast. Fresh tears spilled from her eyes, and she did not even notice them.

When she came to notice the moist trails on her face, she was shocked that she had even shed tears.
Why was it that that was all guys had on thier mind? To take a woman and deflower her? Was that a cool thing to do? To take a woman's purity? She had never been taken, and she was not ready or willing to go to bed with a man yet. His question echoed in her mind for hours.
'Why... How come?' Was all that she could think. 'Becuase.' She told herself. 'I'm not ready.' She soon drifted into a sound sleep.

Katara woke with a dull headache, a bad taste in her mouth, and an equally sour temper. During breakfest, she sat, ate in silence, and left without a word. During mid-day tea, she gave a loathful look at Aang, and then left before finishing her sweetened basil tea. It was like that for the rest of the day. If Aang entered room that Katara occupied, she would leave with out even a "Sayonara".

She finally found peace in the private Inn's gardens.
The garden was perfectly kept. Hedges trimmed to perfection, water lilys floating in the Koi pond, and a giant white gazeboo guarded by a huge Sakura tree in full bloom. Wind chimes rung in the wind, making gental music as they swayed with the wind. Katara sat in the gazeboo,
her head bent down, and eys closed. She was at peace as she soaked up the atmospere.

She wore a simple kimono, make-up a traditional black eye liner. Her hair was tied up with a ribbon. In her small hands lay the chain and pendent she had studied early that week. The stone shone in the late noon sun as she held it to the sky. "Why won't you just give me a sign? Any thing that this magic still exists?" She begged the stone, felling foolish that she was praying upon a carved hunk of rock.

Aang stood at the entrance of the garden, hiding behind the giant ornate opening. He studied her as she held her necklace to the heavens. 'What is that?' He questioned himself. Was it a gift from another man? Did he have compition for Katara's heart? He balled his fists in anger and punched the column before him, leaving a deep depression in the marble beam.

Aang could feel his Avatar welling up inside of him, wanting to get out. His eyes glowed, as well the symblos on his arm and head. Katara looked up with a start as a vortex started to whirl around Aang's being. What was he doing here! And how did his Avatar become activeted! Katara lept up from her current spot and ran to him. Instantly picked up into the whirling tornado. Whipped and thrown to the ground 100 feet away. As soon as Aang heard her screams of anguish, his aura receaded and his being stopped glowing.

Aang returned to his sences, and ran to her side. "Katara! Katara! KATARA!" He screamed as he tried to shake her to conciousness. Her breathing was slow and shallow. He lifted her, and in the process, hearing the sickening sound of craking bones. Was she hurt that badly? And becuase of him? Trouble seemed to follow him where ever he went.

TBC...

Well, here is a longer chapter. And next chapter will be a big surprice for you all!

Always,
KirariSoldier