So, this oneshot was inspired by Ed Sheeran's new song Bad Habits - I've been listening to it on repeat for the last 3 days :) lol. However, the idea for the story came to me on its own while listening to the song, so nothing in the lyrics or the music video alone gave me the idea. I basically thought of an idea for a fic that worked well with the lyrics. Either way, I hope yall enjoy. There'll be more smutty oneshots and short stories out soon.

NOTE: The Smut Fic I had posted got taken down, so the two chapters I posted there I am now posting here instead. But, if I get another review that tells me to remove it, I'mm get rid of all the smut and just post in all on Wattpad and Ao3 - I'll have to set up an Ao3 account but I already have a Wattpad which is under the same profile name as : TheLastSoulBender - so if I do get another review threatening to have this taken down then I'll let you guys know when and what I have removed. Sorry for the inconvenience.

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Bad Habits:

He could still feel her.

As the spotlight cascaded him in an eternal light he desired would once again shine within him – without her it couldn't – he remained almost unresponsive; the brightness causing him nor his eyes any uneasiness – for he could still feel her.

The warmth radiating from her smooth, tan body. Her hot breath ragged beneath and above his pale skin. Dexterous fingers tracing the lines and arrows on his back, arms and legs. Her pillow-soft-like, velvet lips dancing with his own. Her long, thick legs wrapping themselves around his hips.

Damn…

He could still hear her.

When he plugged the guitar in and the bass kicked in as the audience cheered, he realised that her voice was the only frequency he was now hardwired to hear. Her soft whimpers when his hands brushed against her breasts – the ones that drove him crazy and made him kiss her harder. The intoxicating moans that would leave her mouth when he thrusted deep within her – he was sure his problem with alcohol had never been as strong as his need to hear her moan like that. Her groans and yelps and pants when he thrusted faster, shifted positions, kneaded her breasts, sucked on her nipples, grappled with her ass – he knew he would likely be going to hell with the way he was thinking, but he couldn't care less; for she was the most beautiful and intoxicating sin he had ever had the pleasure of tasting.

Oh…

Her taste.

When he checked the microphone with a short "1, 2, 3, 4," he couldn't remove the sweet strawberry-like yet tangy taste of her tongue and juices out of his mouth; almost as if his tongue was coated with the remnants of her arousal. He couldn't forget that taste – those strawberry flavoured lips, that vanilla coated tongue, that chocolate textured neck, those caramel wrapped breasts, those long and thick coco-powdered thighs, and her tangy juices – he could still taste her.

Fuck…

He took in a deep breath – it didn't help; he could smell her. Her wavey scent had flooded his system; a fresh breeze tagging along with the strides of the ocean, enveloped in a fragrant rosemary mixed with a tropical aroma. It was too specific and relaxing for him to bleed out.

Shit…

And when he opened his eyes, he realised that she had hijacked all his senses; he could feel her, hear her, taste her, smell her… and in that crowd, among the many faces he was grateful for yet couldn't care less about nonetheless, he could see her. Those blue, oceanic tantalising eyes, staring back at him. That same endearing smile he only had the pleasure of seeing once before, now boring into his eyes beautifully. That same hourglass-like, perfect figure, that tan skin, that soft wavey hair, taunting him in conjunction; torturing him to lock on to what he desired and needed most while still being completely out of reach.

'Not for long, I hope,' – he thought to himself as he smiled genuinely and began singing, now prepared to give the performance of his life.

"Every time you come around, you know I can't say no,

Every time the sun goes down, I let you take control,"

Their initial meeting was certainly bizarre and completely uncommon; something almost all romance stories shy away from as it cheapens the 'love' – if such a thing even exists. These two however, were the last people to care for love or anything of the sort.

He had been drowning for years now; the memories of his dead girlfriend, whom he hoped could one day be his fiancé, tangling his mind – the ghosts of his past remaining relentless, unwavering. The only thing that helped was the music; allowing him to channel his pain and thoughts and regrets into a tune, a voice, a feeling which he could express without imploding or lashing out at others. It was a great fix – until the beat died. When the tune faded out, and his voice could no longer carry on without it, he felt that same stuttering sob cracking at his throat, hammering down, begging for a release. He wouldn't let it – everyone told him to allow it: his friends, family, fans even. They sensed his pain, like a spirit lingering around him, cascading him in eternal suffering – one which he could escape from had he chosen to confide in someone, but he hadn't.

'None of them would understand' – was his reasoning. To him, all they could offer was sympathy, but no one could understand what it felt like to have the person you loved most ripped away from you… no one but her. Though, he didn't know of her troubled past during their first unconventional meeting, he still felt a pull towards her, tugging him forward until she was within his arms, or he was in hers.

"I can feel the paradise before my world implodes,

And tonight had something wonderful,"

It seemed like just another night; he was too drunk to barely walk, and she was just another passing stranger. Where most people would shy away from a drunken man tumbling down the street shouting obscenities, she for one, could care less; too lost in her own thoughts to pay him any mind. That wasn't what got to him though; her lack of attention was barely a factor. In fact, and it may seem shallow, but it was her looks – not in the sense that she was beautiful, though she was, but more in a sense that she reminded him of her. Those same piercing blue eyes, the same tan skin, a similar hourglass body, though much more well defined as this was a woman, not a teenager. The only thing that stood out was her hair, for her hair was milk white while this ladies' hair was chocolate brown – he didn't mind.

Swiftly, and accurately somehow in his drunken state, he had led her into an alleyway and had her pinned against the wall. At first, she squirmed beneath him, kicking and pushing, attempting to do anything she could to escape said situation. He was too lost in her blue eyes to notice her severe lack of comfort and protests. The whole time he had her pinned, she hadn't once glanced at him; more inclined to search her surroundings and around his well-built body to find an opening to escape through – either that or make one herself, hence the kicking and shoving. However, when she felt his hot breath on her face, warm and engulfing, she made the fatal mistake of staring into his eyes.

'Hello handsome,' – was her first thought, a thought she hadn't had in years; more so due to her control and lack of interest rather than a rarity in men.

Though, when her blue orbs met his clouded, stormy depths, she too felt her own oceanic detectors swimming in an emotion she hadn't felt in years: lust. In that moment, she was lusting for this man; this unknown and likely dangerous man who had rudely pulled her to the side and had pinned her against the wall without her permission, most likely so he could have his way with her – she didn't care.

For years, all she had felt was pain and suffering, more so of her own accord. So, for once, when she was swimming in something that wasn't slowly killing her, she didn't feel like she had the strength to push it away – so, she didn't push him away. She didn't want to.

"My bad habits lead to late nights endin' alone,

Conversations with a stranger I barely know,"

He hadn't noticed her discomfort, but when the warmth of her heavy breathing landed on his face, several emotions and thoughts seemed to register in his mind, all yelling at him to 'LET HER GO!'

So, abruptly, realising that what he was doing was wrong and completely unlike him, he relinquished his grip on her wrists and pulled away from her. Well, he tried to – she didn't let him. Her hands, now clutching onto his black leather jacket, didn't seem to mind the position they were in before. So, visibly confused while not caring in the slightest, he didn't hesitate to touch her properly when she pulled him back to her that extra inch. Slowly, he palmed her face, his hands cupping her heated tan cheeks while his thumbs stroked her soft, plump, velvet lips. Clear desire clouding both their minds, they both leaned forward and smashed their lips together. At first, it was sweet, their lips remaining stationary as they kissed – tongues not involved yet, only lips pressing against their soft partner lovingly. When they pulled away however, and the both of them saw the clear desire and yearning for the other swimming around in the depths of their grey and blue eyes, that same soft kiss now became a windstorm and a tidal wave of pure lust. Lips moving roughly, tongues dancing passionately, hands mapping adventurously, and mouths moaning softly.

"Swearin' this will be the last, but it probably won't,

I got nothin' left to lose, or use, or do,"

In no time, he had her panties removed, shirt unbuttoned, skirt folded, and hair dishevelled while also having his own shirt folded up and his jacket, pants and boxers puddling by his legs. Pressing her against the wall, with her legs wrapped around his mid-section and arms clutching onto his wide shoulders, they both let out a loud moan when his cock brushed against her wet pussy. He halted kissing her neck when they both whimpered as his hard cock glided across her dripping lips again. As soon as his member dived into her without warning, she let out a loud cry of pleasure and pain; after years of denying herself the satisfaction, his large size and urgency was almost unnerving and also exciting. Her cries increased in volume when his thrusts doubled down with more speed and power.

Despite the passion they shared, neither of them were thinking of the other in that moment; if you've only seen the face of the person you're having sex with for around thirty seconds, then you'd probably have difficulty remembering them too. However, on their parts, it wasn't for a lack of effort; they saw a bit of their lost partner in the other, and thus, they thought of them. While being pounded into roughly, she thought of her dead fiancé, and while being surrounded by her trembling walls when they both climaxed together, he thought of his dead girlfriend.

"My bad habits lead to wide eyes starin' at space,

And I know I'll lose control of the things that I say,"

Their first encounter was a mere coincidence; neither had sought the other out and neither knew of what meeting by an alleyway would lead to. After that first moment, they both redressed hastily and left without even uttering a word – both deciding that whatever they felt or thought they felt should be left unsaid as they were both just seeking a release they hadn't had in years.

Their second encounter however, while also being a complete coincidence, was now sought out one. A few weeks had passed since she had seen him, and although he wasn't the central piece of her attention, she still had to admit that she couldn't get her mind off of him. The feel of his calloused hands as they kneaded her covered breasts, the softness of his lips as they roughly pressed against her own, the animalistic urgency in which he took her as his long and large length made her swim in a heavenly hell – she often found herself daydreaming. Though, it was difficult as she couldn't remember his face. Despite knowing him to be handsome and muscularly lean, she still hadn't had enough time to map his facial features properly – his grey, clouded eyes were her only point of reference. She hadn't ever known anyone who had grey eyes, until now that is.

"Yeah, I was lookin' for a way out, now I can't escape,

Nothin' happens after two, it's true, it's true,"

It seemed like just another Friday night; she had been working tirelessly all day and now needed to relax. She had thought she'd keep up with her usual routine: she'd roll a joint, order a pizza with a side of garlic bread and Pepsi and watch a movie – on the off chance she couldn't find something she liked, she'd sit by the balcony with her joint and stare into the vast nebulas, wondering what she was to do with her life.

It just so happened that on that particular night, she had ran out of the substance required to help her contemplate. So, recognising no other solution, she slipped on her coat and boots and headed for the nearest shop where she could purchase some cigarettes instead. Nothing about the night seemed out of the ordinary; she had just purchased a few packs and was now heading back home – though, on the way back, while she passed every alleyway, she wondered if those same grey eyes would sparkle in the dark, enticing her to join him in their own nebula of lust once again. She knew she probably would. However, much to her relief – and disappointment – as each alley passed her by, the thought of running into him again began to diminish.

Yet, it was out of mere coincidence that when she neared her apartment, she saw him. He had laid down on the hood of his car, smoking a blunt out in the open while staring out into the vast enormity of space – something she too did, she realised. His car was parked a few blocks down, thus he wasn't particularly nearby her apartment, so he probably didn't know she was around. Once again, she felt herself wondering that when she passed him by, if he saw her, would he just drag her away and take her like she wanted to be taken once again? However, before anything could progress, thoughts of her fiancé flooded her system again and she pushed the idea away; the other night a few weeks ago was something she needed, and it was over – it happened once, and wouldn't happen again.

This time however, as she passed him by, realising that he hadn't even noticed her presence let alone seen her coming, she also realised that she didn't need his touch… but she really wanted it. After playing tug of war in her head for a while, her desire – and her curiosity – finally got to her as she sighed, turned around and walked up to him.

Though he had heard footsteps approaching him, he was too lost in his own thoughts to notice them; his eyes fixated on the moon. The moon often reminded him of her; the way it glowed as her hair did, the sight was bittersweet really.

She stood there for a while, wondering if he was going to acknowledge her. When he didn't, she had half a mind to leave him with his business and stroll off before she made a mess of that night and herself, in more ways than one. However, ignoring the obvious lust, she had wondered why he was nearby her apartment.

'Could he be following me? Is he a stalker? This can't just be a coincidence,' – she thought.

So, deciding to get her answers, while also wincing at how awkward this likely was going to be, she cleared her throat loudly, thus grabbing his attention as he removed the joint from his lips and sat up immediately when he was met with the same blue eyes that had haunted his dreams and nightmares for the past week.

Neither of them said anything for a while, both wondering exactly what they should say that wouldn't make things awkward immediately. Yet, considering that their first entanglement wasn't conventional, they both understood that at this point, some awkwardness was likely unavoidable.

"Are you following me?" She asked, narrowing her eyes slightly as she crossed her arms.

'Wow, she could give me a run for my money,' – he thought as the chiming bells of her angelic voice reverberated through his ears, causing him to close his eyes for a moment to enjoy the sound of her sweet voice before she spoke once again.

"Excuse me."

Eyes fluttering open suddenly, he found himself rubbing his neck in embarrassment as he fell prey to her glare, "O-Oh… s-sorry."

Her glare softened when she saw how nervous he was, but his voice alone almost made her melt – she wished she had heard it during their little moment last week.

"You're not some stalker, are you?" She asked, resuming her glare as her grip on her arms tightened.

"No, I'm not."

She raised an eyebrow, trying to remain intimidating as she continued to glare at him accusingly, "Then why are you here?"

She had to think about wording it right; if she had framed it any differently, then she likely would've given away the fact that she lived a few blocks down – that is, if he already didn't know of it – she had a feeling he probably didn't.

He simply shrugged his shoulders as he took another hit of his blunt shamelessly, "I don't know. I was just driving…"

"Driving?" She asked, raising her eyebrow once again, trying not to soften at his cute little nervous neck rub from earlier.

"It helps me think," he answered softly, "allows me to get out of my head for a while. Where I don't have to think about anything… I can just… drive… anywhere and everywhere." He looked towards her, seeking something along the lines of either assurance, familiarity or comfort, though, she wasn't sure. "You know?"

Despite herself, her glare lowered as did her arms as they fell to her sides. She glanced away from his eyes when she answered; they were too powerful, too enticing. "Yeah…" she agreed reluctantly, unsure as to why she was seeking and comforting a stranger – one whom she had fucked, "I guess I do."

"How did you end up here though?" She asked immediately.

He shrugged again, "I don't know; like I said, I was just driving. Eventually I needed to stop as I regularly smoke while staring at the stars, and I didn't want to drive home yet… so I just stopped here – it was the only space where parking was available."

"And this is your car?" She asked, pointing towards the Carbon Black, 2013 Nissan GTR Nismo he was laying on. "You didn't steal it or anything?"

He laughed, genuinely laughed – she smiled despite herself. She liked his laugh. "Nah, this baby here is all mine." He said while patting it, "I couldn't get rid of her even if I wanted to."

She didn't know why, but she felt like the way he said 'her' could be interpreted in many different ways, not all relating to a car. And despite herself, her curiosity and nature to comfort people won over – plus, she recognised that if all went well, tonight could just be as pleasurable as a few weeks ago.

"Do I know you from somewhere?" When he raised his eyebrow at her both teasingly and in bewilderment, she realised what her statement may have sounded like and tried to reassure him. "No – No, I mean – like… I feel like I know you from somewhere… not like last time as in –"

He cut off her hopeless rambling with his laughter, and again, she couldn't help but smile – biting her lips to stop herself from laughing alongside him. "It's okay, I get it. Though, I am surprised you don't know me."

After a short pause, where they just stared into each other's eyes, he spoke up again, "But, I'd appreciate it if it remained that way."

'Why? So you can fuck me without me having a way to find you or get back at you?' – She irrationally wanted to ask.

She settled for: "Why? Are you some notorious serial killer or something?"

He laughed again, she smiled again. It faltered when he frowned, "No. I'm just someone who doesn't want to be constantly judged or pitied."

Her face softened and she felt herself stepping up to him, reaching out to hold his hand soothingly – she could empathise with that.

He didn't react to her touch despite the tingling sensation it caused, and he didn't know why or for what reason, but he soon felt her lips on his. He recalled kissing back roughly after the initial shock, and he recalled being dragged into an apartment after a short make-out session.

"My bad habits lead to you,

Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh,"

He recalled pushing her against the wall, stripping her of her coat and blue tank top as he trailed hot, open-mouthed kisses down her slaty throat, relishing in the way her fingers entangled themselves in his chestnut hair and her hands roamed around the vast muscles on his chest, abdominal and back.

"Touch me," she whispered in a haze as he removed her light blue jeans and cupped her womanhood, rubbing her through her panties thus causing her to whimper and groan in annoyance at the lack of skin-to-skin contact.

When he removed her panties and pressed two fingers inside her without warning, she moaned in delight and kissed him roughly, the lust within her insatiable as even after her quick orgasm, she was left gasping, wanting more.

Not long after her release, she began to rub him through his black chinos after she had stripped him of his white t shirt. "That seems uncomfortable," she said in a haze as she pushed him on her bed, dragging his chinos off him after he had unbuckled his belt. As she mounted him, he discarded her of her dark blue bra and began trailing wet hot kisses from her collarbone to her breasts. She began stroking him painfully slowly as he kneaded her right breast while sucking on her sensitive left bud. Moaning and groaning, she thought back for a moment, wondering exactly what had led to this – until he switched positions and had her beneath him, ready for the taking.

"My bad habits lead to you,

Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh,"

She laid beneath him while he watched her, the way her lips moved while she panted in delight made her seem so succulent. Groaning, he swiftly leaned down and kissed her roughly, relishing in the vanilla taste her tongue provided as she kissed him back with mirth, lining his erect member up with her opening as she spread her legs and wrapped them around his hips.

When he pulled away, needing air, he took her bottom lip between his teeth and sucked hungrily, drawing another moan from her before he eventually pulled away.

"Take me," she demanded breathlessly, still in a haze as visions of her fiancé floated around in her mind; present but no longer fully there, surprisingly. "Take me good," she ordered again as she thrusted forward to rub her womanhood against his member, relishing in the way his large cock flirted with her deliciously soaked lips.

He groaned at her teasing, thoughts of his girlfriend flashed in his head but unlike last time, where they remained still, this time they didn't linger; the woman beneath him too enticing and intoxicating to ignore completely, if at all.

"As you wish," he stated before he pushed in roughly and without warning, filling her up completely as she felt her breath knocked out of her lungs.

Gripping onto his shoulders tightly, she moaned deliciously when his shaft slid in and out of her with ease – though she was significantly tight, the walls of her pussy were soaked enough to allow him to get the motion down without difficulty. Now panting, she felt herself thinking less and less of her fiancé; he never felt this good no matter how much she loved him – she had to admit that at least. Meanwhile, he found himself, for a lingering moment there, wondering exactly what had led him here: atop this sexy woman, taking her without mercy – just like she had asked him to.

"My bad habits lead to you."

Even though him pounding in her felt great, the fire growing within her told her she needed more. So, she communicated it, "More!" She begged, "I want more! Fuck me harder!"

Groaning at the way her now angelic voice sounded like the most seductively, enticing demon, he pulled out until just the tip of his cock was within her, brought her legs to wrap around his shoulders, and leaned forward, thus stretching her thighs when he thrusted back in her roughly.

"Oh!" She moaned out, the new position allowed him to dig deeper within her, and it also allowed him to keep up the pace while also further quickening it from time to time. "Fuck me!" She screamed, with the way he was taking her now: mercilessly and endlessly, she realised the truly meaning of ecstasy. "Ohhh! F-Fuck! You f-feel so g-good!"

He whimpered at her cries; he never would've thought that a woman's moans and yells could bring such pleasure and confidence. "God you're tight!" He groaned out, tugging her hair back roughly without hurting her so he could suck on her neck while he fucked her to oblivion. "You like that?"

"Yes!" She screamed when she felt his lips sucking on her pulse, "Please! More! Take me! Take me harder!"

"Ohhh God!" As her arms wrapped around back, her nails scratching and clawing animalistically, he felt as if he didn't care whether he ended up in heaven or hell, as long as he had the memory of how deliciously wild and wet she was, he could endure anything. "I'm getting close!"

"Me too," she breathed out, panting as her moans filled the apartment room. "Don't stop! Please, don't stop!" If him sliding in and out of her hadn't successfully and easily disfigured her entire psyche, she likely would've slapped herself for sounding so desperate.

They continued rocking back and forth against each other in a hasty dance as he fucked her without control. Groaning and moaning, they both yelled out as they came together once more, though this time it felt so much better than up against a cold brick wall in an abandoned alley during a chilly night.

As Aang fell beside her while still atop her, his head resting on her right breast, they both found their chests heaving, sweat dripping off their bodies as they laid there in her sheets in what felt like eternal bliss. Despite herself, she discovered that her arms had automatically found themselves wrapped around him, while his too were at her sides, soothingly rubbing the curves of her waist and hips as they attempted to regain their breath.

After a short while, she groaned when he pulled out of her, missing the feeling of him inside of her that very second as she turned to her side and faced the closed door – her back to him. He sighed deeply when he noticed that she was not facing him anymore. He thought she may have regretted what had happened – even though she started it this time and even begged for it. So, not wanting to disturb her further, he shuffled to wear his clothes once again so he could let her be. However, as soon as she felt him moving, she turned back around and met his eyes pleadingly.

"Hold me?" She asked – the proud woman she pretended to be would've laughed at her face after smashing it with her fists, but around him, she didn't feel the need to wear a mask, as odd as it was.

Gazing into her oceanic depths, he realised one thing as he nodded and shuffled to wrap his arm around her, spooning from behind when she sighed as his face nuzzled into the nape of her neck: he couldn't deny her.

He couldn't deny her when she kissed him by the alleyway, he couldn't deny her when she kissed him by his car, he certainly couldn't deny her when she told him to take her, and he definitely couldn't deny her now – it wasn't like he wanted to in the first place.

"It started under neon lights and then it all got dark,

I only know how to go too far,"

Neither of them spoke a word as they laid under the sheets in silence, contemplating on what exactly they were doing and where any of this would lead to, that is, if led them anywhere at all.

For the longest time, she had remained steadfast and proud, only behaving in such a way with her fiancé – and still not even to that extent. She couldn't help but blame this all on the constant suppression of her desires and feelings she had implemented in her life after her fiancé passed away. For what seemed like forever, she never thought of another man in the same way, much less spared a glance at them. For her, he was it, she loved everything about him; his heart, his hot-headed nature, his sometimes-grumpy attitude, his body, his scarred face – around him, she had felt content. This, however, was something different; she felt a lust beyond her control, and although that's all it was at first… she couldn't deny that there was something deeper developing between them when they met for a third time.

"My bad habits lead to late nights endin' alone,

Conversations with a stranger I barely know,"

She hadn't seen him for another three weeks – it was unnerving just how much she missed him, yearned for him. During those three weeks, all she could do was fear what this man was doing to her: making her yearn for him in such a desperate manner – she dreaded it, but did it anyway. So, when she saw him one night while returning from work, his dark brown hair flowing in the wind as his grey eyes met hers while he was leaning against the wall of her building… she knew; he had been waiting for her. She didn't know for how long – a few minutes, an hour, the entire day maybe – though, she didn't care either.

Seeing the same need she had felt reciprocating in his stormy, lust-clouded orbs, she did nothing except grab his hand and drag him upstairs. When she closed the door to her apartment, he tried to dominate her as he had last time. He pushed her against the door, kissing her neck roughly, sucking at her pulse thus making her moan softly before she got a grip and pushed him away. When she did, she grabbed onto his hand and shoved him onto the couch. By the time she had stripped herself of her clothes, he was already naked and waiting. Smirking, she straddled him as she took his face in her hands and kissed him roughly – nothing about this conveying any emotion other than lust.

He groaned into her mouth when she grinded against him, her naked pussy was already dripping, and he was already so hard for her. He wanted to take her as he had last time, however, she wanted the opposite, and he recognised that when he tried to turn them over but she held him down firmly.

"No," she commanded defiantly. "It's my turn to take you," she stated as she sat on her knees by the couch and ran her tongue aching slowly up his member, from the bottom to the top until she engulfed the tip into her mouth.

"Oh god…" he huffed out when she began stroking him while placing soft kisses on his sensitive head. When she noticed he was close, she sat up and straddled him once more as she lined him up with her entrance and sad down, moaning loudly when her pussy was filled up once again by his large shaft.

Though she'd hate to say it, she did in fact miss it – her claim about him being better than her fiancé wasn't proved wrong, and she didn't think it ever would be – no matter how shameful the thought.

As she rode him teasingly slowly, she couldn't help but let out a low moan when his lips found the sensitive peaks of her breasts again, sucking and biting with a force that made her ache for more. Though, she didn't voice her need for him this time – that was all him.

"Fuck," he groaned out. "You're so wet… so g-good…"

"Mhmmmm," she moaned in agreement as she rode him faster, galloping on him while he rocked his hips against her too. She didn't know why, it could've been the sex, or maybe there was something deeper between them, but she understood that she needed to talk to him this time. She knew nothing of him – but those thoughts faded from her mind when he gripped onto her ass cheeks and pulled her onto him roughly while he thrusted up. "Ohhh! Yes!" She moaned again, loving the way he filled her up, stretching her walls to the point where it danced between being painful and pleasurable – which really was the best kind.

"I needed you," he huffed out suddenly, taking her by surprise as she thought he wouldn't be the one to start the conversation – at least not while they were having sex. "I don't know why, but these past weeks, I couldn't stop thinking of you."

"Me too," she agreed, gasping when she felt him pinch her nipple as he leaned in and sucked on her salty neck.

"You're so sexy," he moaned out, coming achingly close to his climax as she felt herself reaching her own as well.

"I'm – I'm cumming!" She screamed out, holding his head to her neck while his hot breath covered her, making her shiver pleasantly when he too reached his climax.

As the two caught their breaths, this time, they didn't pull away; they merely stared into each other's eyes. Lust was no longer a factor, gazing into the other's eyes, both of them knew it but neither confirmed it to the other. Sighing, she got off of him but instead of walking away, she went back to their spooning position when he laid down on the couch, his back resting against it while her's rested against his.

"We can't keep doing this," she lied.

She felt him nod behind her, but he didn't say anything regarding the topic. "I loved her, you know." He spoke up, surprising her with his admission despite the fact that she had seen this coming because she had thought of confiding in him all the same. Though, something always stopped her – she had known that there was something about him that attracted her, besides his well-toned body and dashing good looks, there was a certain pain… an understanding deep within his heart that she found comfort in. A pain she felt the both of them shared – however, she was unsure of its validity. So, she needed him to take the first step.

He was doing it.

"I was planning on proposing to her…" he trailed off.

Clearly, something had happened; a rejection maybe, but Katara thought against it. A rejection would not cause this much pain; a suffering that could amount to her own and even challenge it had to be an agonising one. So, no… rejection wasn't the answer.

"What went wrong?" She asked softly, feeling somewhat guilty for prodding into his past despite not telling him even an ounce of her own.

He didn't reply for a while – too busy wondering what on earth had caused him to reveal such sensitive information to a stranger. Sure, they fucked from time to time, but she was still a stranger. He didn't even know her name!

And he voiced it too.

"I don't even know your name."

"Nor I yours," she answered back simply. "You wanted it this way."

He nodded, "I did."

"Are you changing your mind?"

He didn't say anything for a while. In the silence, with his warmth enveloping her like a bedsheet, she felt herself drifting off into sleep. However, just before she did, she heard the softest of whispers before she felt him kiss her forehead, "I don't know…" he whispered, his breath warm against her ear, "but… I think I want to."

"Swearin' this will be the last, but it probably won't,

I got nothin' left to lose, or use, or do,"

She didn't need to wait another week for him again, she in fact, found herself in a similar position the next morning. She was on her hands and knees, moaning deliciously loud while being pounded into from behind. She felt his hands reach forward, hoisting her up to press her flush against his chest as he continued thrusting into her hard. She groaned when she felt him kneading both her breasts; his thumbs brushing against her sensitive nipples as he kissed her neck before he squeezed them, thus causing her moans to amplify.

"Ohhhh! Fuck! That's so good!" She yelled, bringing her arms around her back, gripping onto his neck and tugging him forward so he could meet her in a sloppy kiss. She moaned into his mouth when he kneaded her breasts harder, grappling with the large mounds as if they had committed a crime by being so sinfully addictive. "Fuck me! You're a-amazing!"

"So are you," he groaned out when she kissed him again, but disengaged when his hand travelled downwards and found her clit. Sensing his climax nearing, he wanted her to finish as well, so he began rubbing her clit furiously, causing her climax to come crashing down on her as her waves of arousal flooded his erect shaft, which in turn brought out his immediate climax too.

They both fell into bed, her back against his chest as he held her tight against him – their chests heaving when he slipped out of her, and they attempted to regain their breath.

"My bad habits lead to wide eyes starin' at space,

And I know I'll lose control of the things that I say,"

He was mildly surprised when she turned back around and dug her face into his chest, her white sheets covering both their bodies protectively as they cuddled for a while, neither of them saying anything yet again. However, it was during this moment that he realised there was something wrong with him; he wanted to talk to her, to confide in her. After pushing away all his friends and family, he wanted to talk to a woman whom he didn't even know the name of and had only met up to have sex with – which was the case at first.

Though, he never would've thought that one act of lust during a cold night in an alleyway would lead him to feeling like this a few weeks later.

"I don't know why I'm telling you this," he began tentatively, his voice low as she listened intently. "Maybe its because you're the one person I haven't yet pushed away, or… maybe its because I think that… somehow, in some way…" he paused, leaning back and lifting her chin up so she could meet his gaze – his face immediately softened when her eyes bore into his pleadingly, encouraging him to find comfort in her if he couldn't in anything else; her compassion once again shining through. "I feel like… you'll understand."

"I'm listening, and I won't judge," she stated as she caressed his cheek, dropping a small peck on his lips to further encourage him which in turn caused him to blush and her to smile.

"The car was an engagement present I wanted to gift her, but I never got the chance. Now, I can't bring myself to sell it," he stated once, his voice still low. "She was all that I lived for, but… because I thought that the only way I could do right by her was to provide for her, I ended spending more time on my career than with her. I didn't realise it at first, because I was too engrossed in my work, but… god – I was planning on proposing to her. But the day I bought her that ring, we had a bad fight… she left afterwards…"

She knew he was still holding back, though, she couldn't really blame him; she already knew more about him and better understood why she felt a connection with him whereas he didn't even know the most minute detail regarding her past.

Not knowing what came over her, as she had never confided in anyone before regarding this – she began speaking, "I used to love him too." She began hoarsely, "He was my life, my whole world. We were engaged…" she trailed off; still not ready to fully confide in him as she wasn't yet completely comfortable or reassured – she felt she couldn't be unless she knew his entire story, all his secrets.

"I thought of her the first time I met you," he stated firmly, running his hand up and down her back soothingly as she snuggled into his warmth.

"I thought of him the first time too," she agreed, digging her face into his chest.

Taking in a deep breath, he sighed as he whispered, "But… somewhere along the way…"

"I started thinking of you," she finished for him, sighing as she felt sleep overtaking her again.

"Yeah, I was lookin' for a way out, now I can't escape

Nothin' happens after two, it's true, it's true

My bad habits lead to you,"

This time was no accident; she had sought him out. After they confided in each other the first time, they had exchanged numbers, thinking that if they were to help each other out and continue talking while also doing the other stuff, they'd be better off with a way to contact each other without having to rely on luck or timing.

Nonetheless, she had barely lasted two days after that morning they had spent together; thirty-six hours after, she had asked if they could meet up at a bar. He agreed and they met that night. They talked for a while, about everything and nothing in particular – when they weren't busy fucking or finding comfort in each other, to her delight, she was surprised to recognise that he was extremely funny and goofy when he wanted to be – of course, that's something only someone who's seen his dominant, animalistic side could say.

Not only that, but she had learned that he was a popular singer, hence why he would leave for a few weeks now and again; he was on tour and would often be gone for two-three weeks and get a few days to rest – days that he'd spend with her.

"Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh,

My bad habits lead to you,

Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh,"

Needless to say, after they were intoxicated enough, neither wanted to continue talking and instead opted to leave the bar. Giggling as they walked to the back of the building, she soon found herself in a similar position she was in the first time she had met him; back against a cold brick wall, moaning her heart out while he played with her, except this time, he was flicking his tongue inside her folds.

"Ahhh! Fuck!" She moaned as she felt his tongue slowly trail upwards her outer lips teasingly, before he plunged inside and lapped her up – his tongue tracing her walls while she groaned and entangled her fingers in his hair once again. "Ohhh! Keep going!"

As he continued to lap her up, his fingers pressed into her curvy, plump ass cheeks, thus causing her to gasp in surprise before it turned into a moan when she felt two long fingers enter her as he teased her clit, his tongue slowly flicking over the bump.

"Fuck! Yes!" She moaned out, loving the way she squirmed at his touch, he decided to increase her pleasure as he began giving her clit a long tongue lashing. Her response was immediate.

"Oh! Shit – Oh yes! I'm close!"

The combination of his two fingers curving upwards, thus hitting her G-spot, and his tongue torturing her clit so passionately caused her dam to bust as her juices spilled into his mouth like a tsunami crashing against a shore. However, he didn't let it overwhelm him; loving the taste of her tangy juices, he lapped up everything his tongue could reach as she continued to write beneath him, riding her climax out as he gulped all of her in like an animal famished.

"Holy shit! Fuck me! Oh! Oh my god!" She continued cursing, only stopping when her juices subsided which in turn caused him to stop eating her out.

She sighed deeply when he stood up to his full height, towering over her as he leaned down to kiss her sweetly. A few weeks ago, she wouldn't have been okay with this; the gesture seemed sweet, loving even. However, despite still not knowing his name, she felt as if they truly did share a strange connection that could transform into something deeper and stronger – if only they allowed themselves to open up to each other and didn't allow their fear to hold them back.

"My bad habits lead to late nights endin' alone,

Conversations with a stranger I barely know,"

He couldn't control himself the next time; true to the lyrics he wrote and sang, when they had spent another night fucking before cuddling together again in her room, he couldn't hold himself back anymore.

There he laid, with her resting on his chest, drawing small circles on his left peck while he rubbed her scalp soothingly, ready to confide in a stranger he barely knew. However, surprisingly, she spoke up before he even had the chance.

"We were supposed to get married in two months," she began from where they left off last time, her voice barely above a whisper. "I wanted to be his wife, bear his child, support him… love him forever… he left to go t-to Japan to g-get his p-parents. The p-p-plane it…"

He knew her lip was trembling and that she was crying when he felt a single tear land on his chest – most likely having trailed down her face before it met his bare skin.

"He was s-supposed to come back to me…" she cracked a sob; he felt his heart breaking for a woman he barely knew yet knew all together; she was him – exactly the same.

When she began outright crying, he couldn't hold himself back as he sat up and cradled her in his arms, making her sit in his lap while he rubbed her back and stroked her hair soothingly while shushing her.

"Swearin' this will be the last, but it probably won't,

I got nothin' left to lose, or use, or do,"

"For so long," he began, finally opening himself up to her as she had to him, confiding in her completely and undoubtedly. "I had thought that we would get engaged and then get married. We were so happy, but her family was richer than mine. Well, actually," he chuckled, "I barely had a family; my parents had died from cancer long ago and my uncle and aunt were barely around to support me." Before he continued, he noticed that she had stopped crying and now was resting her hand against his heart – he saw it as a good sign. "I loved her, but I thought I could only be worthy of her if I could offer her what she already had and much more. So, when I began focusing on my music career, I began spending less and less time with her. I never noticed her frown when I would leave too early, or her tears when she slept alone at night; cuddling with her pillow because I was too busy to hold her…" he sighed as a single tear escaped his eye, "too busy to love her."

He felt her hand slide up and cup his cheek, her thumb wiping away the tear that had escaped confinement as she sadly smiled at him. She nodded, gesturing him to continue; both of them knowing they had to get it all out of their system after having held it in for so long.

"My bad habits lead to wide eyes starin' at space,

And I know I'll lose control of the things that I say,"

Sighing, he leaned his forehead against hers as she cupped his face with her hands. "I was planning to propose to her, we had an argument that day. We both said some hurtful things, not enough to damage our bond, but enough to make her leave in fit of rage. T-ten minutes later… I got a c-call from her p-parents… she had been in a c-c-car accident… she d-d-didn't make it…"

"Shhhhhh," she shushed him, gently rubbing his hair soothingly as he closed his eyes.

"I haven't l-let myself feel anything for a-anyone else ever since…"

"Neither have I," she offered as she shuffled to help him lay down, with her now holding him as his head rested on her left breast while she stroked his hair.

Though she hadn't admitted it, she hadn't allowed herself to feel that way for anyone else either… she still didn't know if she felt that way. If she was honest, despite the fact that she had confided in him, she still hadn't expelled her fear completely. Laying there, holding him, she felt something for sure, but she didn't know if she felt the entire thing – she was too afraid to; dreading falling in love.

He chuckled after a short while, causing her to jump away from her thoughts as she peered down at him, meeting his gaze with a questioning, amused smile. "Is it a coincidence that both our loved ones passed away in an accident?"

She smiled, despite the darkness behind the question – it was a sign… of healing maybe? Acceptance?

"There certainly are many coincidences in our lives," she observed, chuckling at his confused expression before she elaborated. "We met randomly while passing by an alleyway," she offered, laughing when he flushed in embarrassment beneath her.

"Yeah, sorry about that," he apologised, rubbing his neck as diverted his eyes. "I don't know what came over me, actually," he immediately back pedalled: "Though it was the alcohol, I think it's more because you look so alike her."

"Hey, I never complained," she offered, leaning down to kiss him on the cheek as she grinned. "And I think I jumped onto you because you too look alike him… but now…"

"Its something else, isn't it," it was more of a statement than a question.

"I'm still not sure what I feel," she stated, sighing in annoyance at her own uncertainty as she knew they had a special connection, one which she hadn't even shared with her fiancé.

"Hey, I'm not rushing you," he said soothingly, brushing her chocolate locks away from her face lovingly. "Take all the time you need, I know this isn't particularly easy; seeing as how our first outing was completely unconventional," she giggled – he liked it when she giggled. "But its fine. We just started communicating properly so it will take us time to figure our feelings out, if there are any – " he added as an afterthought but she interrupted him.

"There definitely are," she stated firmly, gazing into his stormy depths with passion and conviction. "I just… I don't know what they are yet, I think I'm still afraid."

He grinned at her, and she wondered what he was grinning about.

"Are you free tomorrow?"

She raised her eyebrow but smiled nonetheless, "Uhh, yes?"

"I want to show you something," he stated firmly as he sat up and cuddled with her, wrapping his arms around her while she turned her back to him – once again relishing in the spooning position they both seemed to have fallen in love with. She sighed in content when her back was tucked into his warm chest and his face was dug into her dishevelled hair, their legs tangled together already.

He chuckled again, "We still don't know each other's names."

She laughed alongside him. "Well," she began, slowly drifting into sleep just like him, "we have plenty of time for that later…"

"Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh

My bad habits lead to you,"

They were at the doorstep to an arcade and bowling arena. She glanced inside, excited yet slightly confused.

"Umm, what are we doing here?" She asked; he had to leave to resume his tour the next day, and she wondered why they were here instead spending time talking, communicating, figuring out what this thing between them was. So, needless to say, she was mildly surprised to uncover that instead of doing all that, he had brought her to an arcade to have… fun?

"We're here to have some fun," he answered excitedly.

She stared at him for a while; this was not the same man whose bad habits had led him to her and vice versa – this was someone she could see herself falling for.

"Why?" She asked, still somewhat confused.

"I'm going to help you fall in love…" he stated confidently, grinning at her as they remained still.

She snorted. 'Fall in love…' – she thought to herself, shaking her head in disbelief before asking in a joking and teasing manner, "With you?"

He shook his head, his grin transforming into a sweet smile that melted her heart. He took her hand in his and ran inside, dragging her along as they both laughed like kids after he answered her:

"With living."

Watching her now as he sang his heart out, unable to get her grin out of his mind, he realised that she had finally decided. Despite not spending an eternity with her, during the time they did spend together, he came to understand that she in fact had forgotten how to live – like he had all those years ago; focusing solely on her job, spending nights alone, not going out with friends, closing herself off, not having fun… she was a replica of him. So, not long after they began talking, he had realised that she had fallen out of love with living her life to the fullest – so had he.

However, after that day a week ago, the last time he saw her before he left, he hadn't seen her so happy or satisfied or excited before. Almost as if her entire being had been revitalised.

She felt the same; spending time with him at the arcade and bowling centre, she felt like a kid again. Although she was only in her mid-twenties and so was he, she still understood full-well that she no longer enjoyed living life. She was just going through the motions, using the death of her fiancé as an excuse to hide behind her fear of living again, of loving again. But he had dug her out of her own grave and brought life back into her spirit.

And his name was Aang.

Yes, after that first day – while he was gone – she had realised that she had fallen badly for him. She didn't question her feelings any longer, she knew how she felt – she was in love. And after that first day of being without him again, she knew she couldn't take another week or two or three or however long it would take for him to return. So, using the details she knew of him, she googled him and found him in less than three seconds.

Aang Windstorm.

A famous pop/RnB musician… the one who brought her life… and now, the bearer of her heart.

Needing to be with him, she tried to buy tickets for his show as she wanted to surprise him, however, much to her disappointment and pride, they were all sold out. So, she had to wait another week until more tickets were released so she could surprise him. During that week, she had spent most of her time familiarising herself with his music; she loved almost all of his tracks.

However, the one he was singing up on that stage in that moment was her favourite; as soon as she heard it, she knew right away… it was made for her. It was about her. Her name was dripping out of every lyric and guitar string he had strung even if he didn't know it.

So, as he continued to sing, she also recognised that she didn't particularly mind his bad habits… after all, they had led him to her, and vice versa.

So, as soon as this show was over, they both knew what would happen next. He'd sweep her off her feet and kiss her when she called out his name.

"Aang!"

And after that kiss, he'd know that her name was Katara. She'd tell him, finally.

"Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh,

My bad habits lead to you."