A/N:

chocolatelava:I'm really glad you're enjoying them! Aang having a crush and kiss before Katara was just my last minute decision to show that my boy isn't capable of falling for or being with only one girl; and that he could be with someone else if he wanted to. Though, undestandably so, he doesn't.

Ashley Barbosa: Yes, I have read Late Night Training before, and now that I think about it, it does start similarly. But yes, obviously mine's better ;) hahahahaha. Yep. I definitely have plans to do that, one in the Headband, one in the Runaway, one in Sozin's Comet Part 4, and a couple others from season 2. Some after the war too maybe, I hope you like this one though.

TayBone2305: Sorry I havent updated in a while. I wasn't motivated enough and was instead working on Uni and music. I'll try to update more frequently from now on. Yeah, I always thought that waterbending was what meditation was for Aang. So, I'm glad it worked. Ha ha, thanks. I don't know if that's entirely true, I just try to write it in the most intimate way possible while retianing the kink. I'm glad its working for you though. Yep, Aang firebending in that sense is something I like a lot. Its something I would definitely do if I could firebend ;) hahahaha. Well, you got your wish here. So, have fun, I hope you like it. hahahaha I just think of things I personally like or scents that are sensational to me, or others that are universally known to be pleasant. Kataang is best, so what did you expect lol. Nah, I do write my fairshare of Zutara to Kataang stories, but Zutara will never equal to Kataang in my mind. They could work in an AU universe where Aang and Katara never met, but other than that, I've always felt they'd find their way back to each other somehow. I'm barely 20 lol, I'm no wiser than any other adolescent or teenager tbh, but thanks! :) I like Tara the most if I'm being honest, but Kat is a close second! You too, take care! Hope you like this chapter!

Guest: I'm glad you do! :)

Yeah, sorry for not updating for a while. I just haven't been motivated to write as often; Uni has been getting hectic, I've been working more regularly on my music, and I've also been helping someone write and fine tune their own Kataang fic - its Amazing btw. But, I'll try to update more often.

Spurts of Jealousy:

Katara - 18 / Aang - 17 / This is linked to Chapters 19 and 20. Its also linked to chapter 18, just imagine them in the same ages they are here and it works with the story.

She seethed as she watched him trail away with his new fan club, clenching her jaw shut as the giggles of the multiple girls chasing after him echoed in the background. If she didn't know him any better, she'd have thought he was doing this on purpose; giving those other floozies his attention all just to make her jea-

No. She wasn't jealous. Katara refused to admit it.

Why would she be jealous? It wasn't like her breath had been caught in her throat when he fell into her arms a few days ago, his beautiful grey eyes shining brightly as they gazed into her own oceanic depths. It wasn't like her entire body, likely her heart, had completely faltered and denied her when she walked into the tent Aang was sleeping in and caught the sight of his bare back - the way his muscles protruded and flexed in ways she didn't know were possible left her feeling as if she didn't have a heart... because she simply couldn't feel it beating. And of course, there was no way on earth or in the spirit world that Katara's very being oozed of envy right this second.

Hearing his laughter in the distance - teasing her. There was absolutely. No. Way.

Katara was not jealous.

He shifted against Appa's leg when the door opened and was shut softly. He pretended he was asleep, but when her soft footsteps approached him and she whispered his name, he knew there was no point.

He hummed, conveying he was still awake before she asked, "I didn't wake you, did I?"

"Nope," he fake-groaned, acting like he was tired and was trying to sleep - totally not staying up, waiting for her to return all while wondering what she was doing with Haru when they should be sleeping. "Couldn't sleep." He elaborated before feigning ignorance, "D'you go somewhere?"

She nodded as she tucked herself into her sleeping bed beside him, "Yeah. Just had a chat with Haru."

He acted surprised, commanding his jealousy to not betray the emotion and expression he was trying so exponentially hard to portray. "Oh, cool." He smiled, misinterpreting the blush on her cheeks when she caught his smile - thinking it was meant for Haru, and what they had talked about.

What had they talked about?

"Talk about anything interesting?" He asked, his encouraging smile completely contradicting the envy flooding his very being in that moment.

"Not really," she shrugged, "we bonded for a bit. But... I don't know. There was nothing much to talk about with him."

His heart felt slightly lighter, and his smile lost an essence of its phantom and fake presence.

"I tried stirring up a conversation... but he didn't really know how to respond. Or how to keep it flowing, not like you," she stated, a small shy smile tugging at her lips.

"Well, what can I say," Aang shrugged his shoulders as he grinned and teased nonchalantly, "they just don't make 'em like me anymore."

"You know, you're quite cocky for a monk," she joked, laughing alongside Aang as they continued conversing. Though, they had to revert to whispering when Sokka politely told them to 'shut the fuck up and let him sleep', a few seconds later.

She groaned in frustration as she entered her hut and threw the hat onto the floor. He was simply not falling for it... or her. She'd basically spent the entire day flirting with him, almost attached to the hip - complementing him, admiring him, and Aang had barely noticed. He was always either mucking around with the other freedom fighters, discussing future plans with Sokka, or practicing water and airbending to notice her flirting with Jet.

She'd spent the entire day faking her fondness for the freedom fighter, and the airbender hadn't batted an eye. So far, she couldn't tell if he just wasn't interested in her or if he was too focused on learning all the elements to end the war. She herself recognised that she shouldn't be acting in such a manner either; chasing after a boy and pursuing romance when there was a 100-year-old war to end wasn't ideal at all. However, Aang wasn't just another boy to her, and this, whatever this was between them - or what could be - wouldn't be a regular teenage romance either.

Well, she had thought so. However, seeing as the airbender had yet to show signs that he too was interested, Katara couldn't help but feel all her attempts were in vain. She fell asleep that night, dejected and frustrated.

Though, the next morning, when she woke up and realised the hat she had made for Jet was now resting atop Aang's head - his goofy smile shining through and lighting her day when he acknowledged her - her heart felt a little lighter, her hope restored.

"Maybe we should get some help," Yue suggested as she began walking away.

"No," Katara objected shaking her head as Princess Yue turned back around, "he's my friend. I'm perfectly capable of protecting him."

Nodding, Yue panned her head and acknowledged the airbender, taking a moment to rake her eyes over his straight, strong back, broad naked shoulder, and large triceps.

Katara didn't like the way she was looking at him.

"Just a friend?" Yue asked teasingly, raising an eyebrow at Katara when she caught the waterbender glaring at her. "Why are you looking at me like that?" She asked, feigning innocence and ignorance while the waterbender's glare faltered.

"Like what?"

"Like I'm hitting on your boyfriend."

The redness colouring her tanned cheeks and the sudden shy smile, and blinking eyes gave the Princess her answer as the waterbender was too busy attempting to control her blush to respond.

"I know you like him," Yue continued, crossing her arms across her chest as she smirked at the flushed and embarrassed waterbender. "I see why; he's brave, sweet, charming, kind, tall, strong... and hot."

That was too much - Katara decided; no one could talk about Aang that way except her. Though, just to clarify, she wasn't the least bit jealous, she was just looking out for Aang and her brother. And herself. And her silent, unspoken yet outspoken claim on the airbender.

"What does it matter to you anyways?" Katara challenged, "you're already betrothed. And I thought you liked Sokka. But now you like Aang? Do you want to break his heart too?"

At that, Princess Yue's expression faltered as she frowned, her eyes watering slightly when she glanced away. Katara's glare softened and so did her hostile posture, now feeling guilty for hurting a girl who had been nothing but respectful and kind towards her, her brother and Aang.

"I didn't want to break his heart... I - I love him." She glanced at the waterbender when she felt her hand pressing against her back comfortingly. "But I have a duty to my tribe. And I must fulfill it."

"I'm sorry," Katara apologised. "I know you care about my brother, and I know you're being forced into this marriage. I just... I - " she sighed, not wanting to admit Yue was right regarding her feelings for Aang. "I'm sorry."

"Its fine," Yue smiled sadly, turning around to face the waterbender completely when she decided to lighten the mood again - much to Katara's dismay. "Though, you never did refute my claim about the Avatar being your boyfriend."

Katara found her entire face on fire once again, however, before she could respond and ask for advice to get him to notice her, a rather snarly and raspy voice, which she found annoying, interrupted her.

"Agni, I feel like I'm watching a crappy, teenage, romance-drama, CW show."

Katara would've taken a moment to ponder on what Zuko was talking about. However, she had a firebender to defeat, and a friend to protect... a friend whom she hoped would become so much more in the future.

"Katara!" He yelled her name as he earthbended an opening, desperate to know his girlfriend was alive and well as he rushed forward before the dust cleared.

Once he landed on his feet, he got the sense that she wasn't alone. And once the dust cleared, he uncovered who it was when he saw his girlfriend standing beside their enemy: Zuko.

He wondered what they were doing - standing a little too close for his comfort. It wasn't that he didn't trust Katara for she was the one person whom he had faith in completely. But she was the most beautiful girl he'd ever laid eyes upon, and during their travels, he understood that other boys felt the same. Namely, Haru and Jet. Therefore, he didn't trust Zuko; 'he may be handicapped, but his other eye has perfect vision', Aang reasoned as he glared at the firebender while his girlfriend yelled his name and ran into his arms

He wasn't jealous. No. That was completely out of question. What on earth and in the spirit realm did he have to be jealous of?

He had his girlfriend wrapped around him mere seconds after he'd made his entrance. Clearly, she had entirely forgotten about Zuko and had embraced her boyfriend immediately - so, why did he feel the slightest bit envious?

"I knew you'd come," Katara cooed, whispering by his ear until she pulled away and stood on her tip toes, whispering loving words before she brushed her soft, velvet lips against his own. Surprised, it took him a while to respond to the hungry kiss she had swept upon him, but once he regained his bearings, he made sure to kiss her in such a way that would demonstrate to Zuko why he would bash his face in if he ever hurt or tried anything with Katara.

She moaned into the kiss when his arm rounded around her small waist and tugged her forward roughly, seemingly lost in him as she'd forgotten they had a small audience of two watching them. When he disengaged slightly and took her lower lip in his teeth and bit down, she couldn't help but moan again.

"Aang," she whispered his name so lovingly that he just had to delve back in and give her more while tasting more of her himself. This time however, he wasn't thinking of Zuko at all; utterly lost in his girlfriend's mouth as he sighed into the kiss when their tongues met and her hand gripped onto the back of his head, holding him close to her.

It took them a while to break apart - precisely, it took Iroh clearing his throat for them to realise they weren't alone... twice.

So, after an awkward apology, which Iroh refuted and claimed that there was nothing to be ashamed of or embarrassed by for the young lovers, the two left the cave, allowing Iroh to talk some sense into his nephew while they sought out an exit.

Aang wasn't jealous... he just kissed Katara in such a way because he loved her and got carried away. And so that Zuko would understand who would be knocking at his door at midnight if he so much as looked at her in the wrong way.

Katara noticed this and was thinking of saying something, but if he would kiss her so passionately every time he got slightly jealous, then she found she didn't mind at all. In fact, in the future, being as cheeky as she is, she might even encourage it.

I know what you're thinking. But... c'mon. Just look at her, she's totally not jealous; sitting by herself, frowning and dejected while she watched her boyfriend briefly dance with some other Fire Nation girl.

"Wow, they look pretty good together," her brother commented, oblivious to the fact the airbender was already secretly dating his sister.

'This meat-gobbling, map-obsessing, comedian-wannabe, daddy's boy better shut his big, ignorant mouth before I grab him and that floozie dancing with MY man and -'

Katara sighed as she frowned and glanced away, taking a deep breath and biting back her snide comment that would've exposed her and Aang.

"Eh, if that's what you like," the waterbender feigned indifference as she glanced away, that frown still tugging her lips.

Once again... she. Was. Not. Jealous. Aang was just goofing around, having a great time - it wasn't his fault he was so charming and attractive that every girl in that cave besides Toph was ogling at him - admiring him and his physique in a way that Katara felt was reserved for her, and her alone.

'I'm not jealous. Yeah. I'm totally fine. I can just sit here and enjoy my time, keep myself company. I don't need him. He can go around and dance with whatever floozy he wants. I won't go chasing after him. In the end, he'll always come crawling back to m- '

She was cut off when a hand was held out to her. Looking up at the owner of said hand, she melted on the spot when she was met with her boyfriend's pleading eyes and sweet smile, a question evident in his gesture as his hand remained held out for her to take.

Yep. She definitely wasn't jealous. There was no reason as to why she grinned so wide during their dance. There was absolutely no other reason as to why she danced a little too close and too intimately with him - she wasn't trying to let those other skanks know that he was hers, no... she just got... too excited.

And no. She was not jealous when she gripped onto the airbender's hand, and in front of everyone watching, dragged him away, rushing deeper into the cave so she could release some sexual tension. Nope, that wasn't the case at all - she just wanted to have a completely private, platonic, sheltered and intimate conversation with him.

To be fair, they did use their mouths. And it was intimate.

"Okay, we'll be sure to do that guru goody, goody."

Katara glared at Zuko before she acknowledged her boyfriend, "Thanks for understanding, Aang."

Turning back around, she held onto Appa's reigns as she took off, trying to keep Aang's soothing voice out of her head as the breeze swept by her. Her hair swaying, Katara sighed as she thought of her mother, all the times they shared - memories cherished, and others that never came into fruition because a man had taken her from them. And she regained her determination when she recalled that she was now hunting down that same man.

Though, when the waterbender heard Zuko grunt behind her, she was reminded of another thing she previously had on her mind.

"By the way," she whispered dangerously, a clear warning in her tone. "Don't ever disrespect Aang or his culture again. It's horrible enough that he's the only one of his kind left - but what's even worse is that a person from the very Nation responsible for his trauma is mocking him. And he claims to be his friend."

Baffled and quivering in fear, Zuko glanced away as he tried to excuse himself, "I was just -" he sighed, dipping his head in shame when he realised Katara was right, "I'm sorry."

"Don't apologise to me," she replied, conviction evident in her tone, "apologise to him when we get back."

Zuko silently nodded as he shuffled further back into the saddle. Not wanting to further annoy the already irritated and upset master waterbender beside him.

Aang sat cross legged, a candle burning beside him as he meditated, trying to clear his head of negative thoughts that were slowly consuming him. Katara and Zuko had returned earlier that night - Zuko had told him she didn't choose revenge and he felt so proud. He was somewhat taken back when she stated she'd never forgive Yon Rah; it was understandable, but mostly unhealthy. And all he ever wanted for her was for her to remain happy and not carry such hate for this one person within her. Her resentment for him wouldn't harm or help the man, but it would bother her. Greatly.

Still, he was glad she chose to remain true to herself and didn't take his life - and along the way, forgave Zuko.

His eyebrows automatically furrowed when he recalled the way she hugged the firebender. He had nothing to fear; she was his girlfriend and had been for many months now. She was completely loyal and had given him no reason to doubt her. So, why was jealousy capable of tugging his heart even slightly?

When the opening of his tent ruffled and someone shuffled inside, Aang opened his eyes and smiled warmly at the sight of his girlfriend standing there awkwardly.

"Sorry," she rushed to apologise, "I'm not disturbing you. am I?"

"Of course, not," he smiled as he patted the spot beside him, gesturing for her to sit.

She willingly and happily obliged, glad that he wasn't upset with her from earlier, or at least didn't seem like it. Though, instead of sitting beside him, Katara instead sat on his lap; her legs hanging off his left thigh as she curled into his chest, sighing deeply when his arms embraced her, and his warmth engulfed her protectively.

"Are you okay, sweetie?" He asked cautiously, not wanting to upset his girlfriend while she was in a delicate emotional state.

Unable to find her words for some reason, Katara silently nodded against his chest, digging herself further into him as her arms rounded his abdomen.

"Do you want to talk or would you like me to hold you?"

"Both," she answered, trying to push down the guilt and shame until it flooded out of her as she pulled away to look into his eyes pleadingly. "I'm sorry about before." She apologised, thus confusing Aang as he knew she had nothing to apologise for, "I treated you so badly earlier and - I didn't mean to - I was just so angry and - I mean... of course you'd understand! You of all people would understand and - mmph," he cut her off by kissing her passionately.

Too marvelled by how compassionate, worrisome, and sympathetic his girlfriend was, he just couldn't help himself - plus, he regarded that her lips were more useful and pleasing when pressed against his own, instead of when they were rambling and unnecessarily apologising to him.

He kissed her lovingly, and she kissed him just as fiercely when she realised what was happening. Though, just when she began losing herself in him, Aang decided to pull back as he softly cooed by her ear. "There's nothing to apologise for, Kat."

She stared at him, her eyes beginning to water and her lips trembling after hearing every honest word he uttered, "You were upset and angry. Sokka and I both know you didn't mean anything by it. I know how much your mother meant to you, so don't worry. I understand sweetie."

"Oh Aang," she cried as she kissed him this time, grabbing his face and dragging it down to meet her lips as she melted into him. "I love you, Aang. I'm sorry I ever - "

He placed a finger on her lips, shutting her apology down once again as he stated, "I told you, there's nothing to apologise for. And I love you too, Kat." He smiled warmly at her, and she smiled warmly back. Melting against him once again, Katara leaned into his chest and dug her face into his neck. "I know I've already said this, but I am truly proud of you 'Tara. I knew you would choose yourself instead of allowing that monster to destroy you, and I'm glad I trusted you to do so."

"I'm glad too," she agreed softly, tracing the blue line down his back absentmindedly while he continued.

"Also, I'm happy you forgave Zuko." At the mention of the firebender, he unintentionally reminded himself of the hug she shared with him. Katara was an affectionate individual who displayed her affection more physically than most others. Aang understood this all too well, much to his pleasure. However, jealousy had tugged at his heart before, no matter how hard he tried to deny it. And no matter how much he tried to ignore it, sometimes, he just couldn't shake it off.

Noticing her boyfriend stiffen at the mention of the firebender, Katara smirked knowingly, understanding exactly why he had tensed and grown silent so suddenly. Normally, she would chew him out for being jealous, but she knew she too had been unnecessarily jealous in the past, many times. So, she'd be a hypocrite if she did. Also, her intuition told her that he wasn't particularly mistrusting of her, but was probably allowing his insecurities to overwhelm him.

And being the kind and affectionate girlfriend she was, Katara could not let that happen.

"C'mon sweetie," she chuckled against his skin, dropping soft kisses along the nape of his pale, milky neck while he gasped when she began sucking on his pulse point. "You can't seriously be thinking what you're thinking now?" She asked rhetorically, her smirk lost in the way her lips would press up against his sharp jawline while her tongue licked along it. His grip on her waist tightened as he groaned, unsure whether he should confirm her submission or let her have her way with him.

Why not both?

"I've been attracted to you since the day I met you. And I've been in love with you for just as long." She stated confidently and lovingly as she kissed his cheek, nose, forehead; basically, her soft lips caressed every inch of skin she could reach besides his own two lips. "I'm never leaving you, sweetie."

"I know, Kat. I know," he sighed, resting his forehead against hers while her slender arms snaked around his neck. "I just - I trust you more than anyone else in this world. More than myself, sometimes. And... it's not you, it's me. I - I let my insecurities get the better of me and I... I lost my mind a bit."

"Well, then..." Katara whispered lovingly and seductively as she leaned in closer, her hot breath ghosting over his lips. "Let me help you find it," she lunged forward and kissed him slowly, passionately, moaning into the kiss when be tilted his head and kissed her back more deeply.

Her arms tightened around his neck and pulled him closer so she could kiss him even more fiercely. His hands found themselves tangling in her hair as he held the back of her head, keeping their lips interlocked as they moaned when their tongues caressed the other's hungrily and lovingly.

Suddenly, needing more, she shoved him down onto his back - straddling him with a seductive smile which he matched.

She gritted her teeth as she held onto the railing with a death grip. If the wood had a sense of self, she would likely be choking it into submission. Katara wasn't jealous... nope. But she didn't turn around when her boyfriend called out to her.

"Kat, it was just a stupid play," he argued. "You know there's nothing going on between Toph and I."

"Oh, and how do I know that?" She spat, "how do I know you weren't getting busy with her every time I turned around?"

"Because I would never do that to you," he stated, baffled that she would ever accuse him of that.

"Wouldn't you?" Her eyes narrowed.

"Look in my eyes." His eyes narrowed too, dangerously, "Am I lying?"

Groaning in defeat, the upset waterbender glanced away, unable to meet her boyfriend's hurt stormy depths as they were soothing her. Because for once, she didn't want to be soothed. She was upset, and angry, and thinking irrationally, and she didn't care if what she was saying was wrong or not. She needed a release. So, she - looking back on it later, regretfully - targeted the first and only thing beside her.

"Katara, when have I ever given you a reason to mistrust me?"

"Is it true?"

He was once again confused, "Is what true?"

"Do you only think of me as the poor watertribe peasant who's willing to sleep with you? Someone you'll dump as soon as the war's over so you can sleep with all the high class, noblewomen who'll throw themselves at you?"

He stared at her, once again baffled she would actually suspect such a thing while one question roamed his head:

'Just how badly did that play fuck with her head?'

"Do I really seem like the kinda guy who would do such a thing?"

"Did you flirt with Meng?" She countered his counter with a question of her own, "Did you sleep with Toph? Did you ogle at Azula while she was chasing us?"

"I love you, Katara!" Aang exclaimed, begging her to understand and see that the play was just messing with her head as he explained. "You're the only girl I've ever loved; I turned Meng down as soon as she asked me out, and Toph is like my bully of a little sister. The thought of sleeping with her it - it..." he shivered unpleasantly, "it gives me the fucking oogies! And Azula is the last person I'd be interested in."

"Well, everything in that play must've come from somewhere!" She irrationally argued.

"It's literally a product of propaganda!" He exclaimed, "They've practically portrayed me as a cocky fuckboy who uses women and does whatever he wants without a care in the world!"

"And where did they get that idea from? Some of it had to have been true," she challenged, regretting the words as soon as they filled the now silent air while he gaped at her. She wanted to apologise immediately, but it was during moments like these where her pride got the better of her, and she hated it.

Her pride and her jealousy.

"You're upset, and aren't thinking clearly," Aang observed as he spoke softly, though loud enough for Katara to hear. "Stay back for a bit and cool off. I'm gonna leave before the both of us say some things we can't take back."

When their relationship first kicked off, she didn't really mind the jealousy - from both sides. Now however, she hated it, especially the irrational and overwhelming jealousy that had consumed her in that moment. Though, as she waterbended later that night, ready to apologise to her boyfriend until his strong tattooed arms wrapped around her taut stomach from behind - she realised through deep kisses and sensational pleasure, that she was more than willing to deal with her jealousy regarding him, and his own regarding her.

And while thrusting into her as she cried out his name so lustfully later that night, he recognised he was more than willing to put up with both their envious thoughts if he could love her forever... and make love to her, obviously.

"Who the fuck do they think they are?!" Katara exclaimed, pacing back and forth as soon as she entered the rather large storage closet, her concerned boyfriend softly trailing behind her as he wondered what the best course of action would be. "All those floozies jumping onto you while I'm standing right there! Its like they don't even care! They'll flirt with you right in front of me, and I have to sit there and stop myself from water whipping them because I'm supposed to remain proper and neutral, and cool and calm and collected and all that bullsh- mmph – "

Katara found herself in a familiar predicament; her rambling being interrupted by her boyfriend's soft lips pushing incessantly against hers. She wanted to protest, she wanted to continue ranting; having held in her snide comments while biting her tongue earlier in the party caused envy and tension to build inside her, and it was seeking a release.

Aang understood this – it was precisely why he shut her up with his lips, knowing her tension could be released in a much more pleasurable and satisfactory way than by screaming her head off. And, if he was honest, he would've kissed her regardless; she always seemed much, much hotter to him when she got feisty, and he simply couldn't stop himself.

Sighing into the kiss, Katara wrapped her arms around her boyfriend's neck, wanting to be closer to feel the warmth his body was providing as it calmed her. Trailing backwards, Katara allowed her boyfriend to push her back until she was sandwiched between the cold wall behind her, and his rock-hard body, and warm, soft lips flush against her.

"Just stop," he murmured against her lips when he pulled back slightly, landing soft pecks across her cheek and along her jaw as she sighed longingly, her hands gripping onto the back of his neck to pull him closer. "I like how you're possessive of me, I feel the same – but you have got to know by now that I'm hopelessly in love with you."

"I do know," Katara stated softly, her breathing becoming ragged when his hands began mapping her curves, gliding down the sides of her breasts and her hourglass like abdomen.

"Then why do you keep getting jealous?" He asked, causing her to hesitate intentionally as when she opened her mouth to answer, he sucked on a soft spot just below the end of her jawline.

Katara gasped suddenly, her answer caught in her throat as she moaned when her boyfriend's lips and hands admired her in such a way that made her feel like the most desired and loved women in the world – mostly because she knew exactly how much Aang loved her. However, the fact that he was also the Avatar, the most powerful being in the world, the hero of the 100-year-war – that fact alone emphasised and further heightened the high that consumed her senses when he loved and lusted after her in such a way.

"I can't help it," she finally answered. "You're the Avatar, you belong to the world; I understand that." She gasped again, louder this time as he bit and nipped at her neck while also simultaneously shivering when his hand glided up her caramel, fleshy thigh, finding an opening through the open slit of her ocean blue, formal dress, and taking full advantage of it to fluster her. "But Aang is all mine – that's the one thing I won't budge on. And those f-floozies – Oh Tu and La – ", she moaned, momentarily forgetting every insult she had conjured when she felt his long, languid fingers tracing her dark-pink, lower lips. He moaned when he felt the wetness soaking her lips – his surprise of her not wearing any lower bindings completely fading away as he traced her sex lovingly and teasingly. "T-those floozies shouldn't be h-hitting on my man r-right in – Oh Aang. Please – in front o-of me."

"And being the independent, proud, sexy master waterbender you are, you shouldn't be begging for me so shamelessly… and deliciously," he cooed by her ear, grinning widely when she whimpered as he eased his two fingers into her slowly and teasingly. "Yet, here we are. So, how about you stop worrying about everyone else," he pulled the strap of her dress tugging at her left shoulder down, thus revealing her round, full breasts and small, pointed dark-pink nipples for him to feast on while she moaned at his touch and aggressiveness. "And focus on this."

Heeding his advice, Katara moaned as she locked her arms around his head, pulling him flush against her chest as he swirled his tongue around her dark-pink peak before engulfing it entirely in his mouth, sucking softly at first while she purred in elation. Her nails scratched his scalp as she squirmed beneath him, the solid-hard body of his flush against her, his fingers toying with her pussy while his arousal pressed against her thigh and mouth ravished her tits.

"Aang… they'll h-hear us," Katara was referring to the guests outside, the many people – along with their friends – whom the Earth King had invited to celebrate the end of the 100-year-war.

They had spent a few moments dancing together, however, Aang got dragged away by officials who sought his advice too soon for her comfort. However, she didn't mind; Katara knew what dating the Avatar would entail. What she did have a problem with was when a group of girls began crowding him when he made his way back to her. In that moment, while he was by her side, they weren't hitting on the Avatar, they were hitting on Aang – her Aang. So, to stop herself from making a scene, she stormed off, briefly stopping by a storage closet down a hallway and entering to vent while her boyfriend trailed behind her.

So far, the celebrations hadn't been as wonderful as she'd hoped – no fault of Aang's or her own. But, she figured she could at least properly celebrate now; being trapped between a cold wall and a warm Avatar while he pleasured her incessantly. Though, they had already technically celebrated their victory in the Fire Nation; when Aang returned to her after defeating Ozai, that same night, they had a rather pleasant and fulfilling healing session.

He ignored her half-hearted protests, knowing she really wanted to give in, and it would only take a few more seconds for her to turn to putty in his arms. "What if we get caught? I – Oh Spirits!" She gasped when his thumb began teasing her clit, rubbing it slowly to drive her wild as she thrashed her head. "Aang… you know they'll hear us."

"Let them," Aang whispered huskily as he made his way back up to her face, dropping chaste, open-mouthed kisses up her breasts, collarbone and neck while he spoke. "Don't you want them to know that you're mine, and I'm yours?" He asked, biting and nipping at her earlobe thus causing her to groan as his thumb worked faster against her clit. "I know I certainly do. And I have a feeling you do too."

Knowing she didn't have any protests left in her, Aang cupped both her thighs and lifted her off her feet. Her legs immediately wrapped around his hips, a reaction so engraved in her brain that she didn't even notice their change in positioning until his hard, clothed member pressed against her thigh, slowly grinding against her wet lips as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders.

"You know you want them to hear us 'Tara, you're actually counting on it," he whispered huskily, shrugging his pants off while her nails raked over his half naked chest, groaning in annoyance that she couldn't admire him fully due to his Avatar robes. Impatient, she kissed him fiercely as he lined his cock up with her entrance and drove in, making her moan against his lips as he fully sheathed himself inside her warm, wet and tight cavern.

"Spirits! Aang!"

"You want them to know," Aang continued seducing her, emboldened by her groans, moans, whimpers and several other cries of pure pleasure as she moved with him, her hips meeting his thrusts which allowed him to dig deeper inside her. "You want them to hear everything we're doing in here." She whimpered when he bit her neck and one of his hands groped her right breast, squeezing and rolling her aroused peak with his thumb while he drove himself into her, slow and hard. "You want them to hear me doing you. To hear you scream. You want them to know I'm fucking you."

She whimpered again and bit her lip so hard it drew blood, though, that only aroused her further somehow. Never in her wildest dreams had she imagined her sweet boyfriend talking to her in such a way – and she wanted to slap herself for not dreaming of it sooner. All the pleasure she had denied herself from being toyed with and dominated in such a way, she couldn't fathom it before, but now that she could, she knew she'd never be able to get it out of her mind.

She moaned as she felt him pick up his pace, now both his hands gripped onto her plump ass cheeks as he thrusted faster, his nails biting into her delicious, firm backside while she scratched and clawed at his back – screaming when his intensity caused him to brush against her clit while he began biting and sucking on her dark-pink nipples again.

"Oh! Oh my! Aang! You're too much… everyone… they'll – Oh fuck! They'll hear us…"

"And you want them to," she had no idea how he kept his voice low and seductive while he continued driving himself inside her so roughly and hastily, but she didn't really care as long as he didn't stop. "You want to make them jealous… hearing me fucking you while you scream your head off… you know exactly what you want, don't you sweetie?"

"Yes!" She screamed, her nails clawing at him, drawing red lines across his strong backside while she moaned and writhed against him, the feel of his large and long cock stretching her pussy never ceased to amaze her. "I want you! I want you so bad! Right here! Right now! So don't stop!"

He smirked against her breasts as he leaned up and hovered just below her lips as he whispered, "I don't intend to. Not until I milk you dry."

Unable to keep himself away, he leapt forward and took her lips with his own, opening his mouth and latching onto her tongue when it protruded. She was amazed by the way he sucked on her like a ripe piece of fruit, as if she was the tastiest and fruitiest nectar he'd ever tasted as he ravished her tongue.

"Oh fuck! Yes! You feel so good inside," Katara moaned, gasping for breath when Aang released her lips and began nipping at her neck again.

"You're so tight… and so wet," Aang commented, huffing against her neck, his hot breath landing against her while they both felt their climaxes approaching.

"Only for you, baby," Katara whispered, resting her head against the wall behind her as her mouth opened entirely, moans and admissions of love escaping her as she felt herself clamping down on him when he picked up his pace even more. "Aang, I'm – I won't be able to – I'm – "

"Me too," he answered, nodding against her neck while she cradled his head, her hot breath landing on his temple when he felt her tightening further, thus making it all the harder and more pleasurable to thrust into her. "I love you, sweetie. Only you."

"You're mine, Aang," Katara kissed him pleadingly, this time taking his tongue and sucking on him as he moaned in her mouth.

"Completely," he agreed when she released him, panting as they felt their arousal now beginning to release and liquify.

"And am I yours?"

"Undoubtedly," he answered, nodding his head as he stared into her sapphire irises.

"Good," she smiled, closing her eyes shut as soon as she felt one of his hands reaching between them to rub her clit. She felt pure pleasure in that moment, the feel of her clit being abused while he drove himself so deep, she could feel him in her stomach thus causing her to begin screaming once again. "I love you so fucking much, sweetie."

"Oh Spirits," Aang groaned, quickening the speed of his thumb as he finally felt her clamp down on him completely as her sweet arousal crashed against his member, flooding him in her tangy essence, thus also causing him thrash inside her. Her thighs squeezed the life out of him as she squirted, but he didn't particularly mind as his own release was so pleasurable, he felt numb for a moment.

"Mmmmmm," Katara moaned, resting her head on his shoulder, feeling full when he came inside her – his and her mixed juices dripping out of her pussy and down their legs as he held her against the wall, her legs still wrapped around him, though now quite lazily. Soon, their panting was all that filled the air, well that and the scent of their sex. If anyone walked into the room after they left, they knew they'd quite easily be able to uncover the unholy acts that occurred in the closet; desire, temptation, envy and sex basically haunted the rather large storage area, like a spirit residing in a sacred area.

"Great," Katara sighed as Aang eased her back onto her feet. "Now everyone's gonna know what we were doing."

And they likely wood, seeing as how either some vengeful spirit either stole the voices of most party goers, or they had stopped talking due to the noises escaping the storage closet down the hall.

"Well, we could always just stay here for a while longer…" Aang suggesting, trailing his finger down her smooth, slender arm while she rolled her eyes but couldn't stop a grin from tugging at her lips.

"We can't hide from them forever," Katara reasoned, already beginning to lean back in when Aang's hands fell to her hips and pulled her closer.

"No, but we can enjoy each other here for now," he replied, leaning in to kiss her slowly. She cupped his cheek and sighed into his mouth, tilting her head to deepen the kiss somewhat before he pulled away and leaned down to get on his knees. She grinned at him when he looked at her questioningly, nodding her head in acceptance. Smirking, he leaned in and lapped up the nectar left over on her thighs, his tongue licking her inner thighs that were coated with her arousal from earlier.

She moaned softly, holding onto his head and pulling him closer. Soon enough, a flurry of moans, whimpers, and cries of pleasure erupted from the room once again, and in that moment, they both realised: yes, jealousy wasn't a pleasant feeling. But for both master benders, it wasn't all that bad either.

It came out in random, unforeseen spurts, and they were more than willing to deal with their own as well as their partner's, if it meant they could continue to love and hold each other in any way possible.