Rating: T (for romance, although it's just neck kisses, so)

Word Count: 605


As Katara's lips pressed against his, Aang couldn't help but wonder what was causing her to be a bit more … aggressive than usual.

Sure, they kissed often. And sure, said kisses were often passionate; but lately, Katara had been a bit more … clingy towards him. And far more prone to pulling surprise hugs that were extra tight … or surprise kisses that were almost never chaste.

Was it the moon? He was a little too preoccupied to check, but he did remember that the full moon would fill waterbenders with restless, pent-up energy. But he couldn't remember whether or not the full moon also influenced certain urges or … cravings.

And right now, Katara was clearly craving him; every time he pulled away for air, he swore he heard a growl reverberating deep in her chest. It was equal parts intriguing and terrifying — intriguing because that has never happened before, and terrifying because, well, what does one do when his girlfriend (who also happened to be the greatest waterbender on the planet) growls?

This time, when Aang pulled away, he used his arms to keep her— well, not at arm's length, more like half an arm's length away from him. Katara let out a whine so desperate it was audible, which only convinced Aang that they should probably stop.

"Katara," he said between pants, "I think … I think we need to stop."

Katara gazed up at him, and Aang's heart sank to his stomach when he saw her normally bright blue eyes were dark with emotion. In her eyes, he could see the reflection of the full moon and had just enough time to think, Hey, maybe the full moon actually does do something, when Katara suddenly surged forward, breaking his hold on her and capturing his lips with hers again.

Aang tried to resist, but it was futile; soon, all thought disappeared, and he kissed back, breathing in the scent of newly bloomed flowers and the crisp ocean air. Distant alarm bells were ringing in his head, but he was too far gone to care; Katara's mouth against his made it difficult for him to focus on anything except the feel of her lips.

As soon as they broke apart, Katara drove her head towards Aang's neck. He gasped for air as he felt her lips press ardently against his throat, the sensation abruptly stealing his breath.

As Katara's mouth traveled over the sensitive skin, Aang vaguely registered that one of her hands had slipped around the back of his neck, fingers digging into his flesh, and the other clenched into the robes on his left shoulder. Katara pulled him closer as she hungrily pressed herself deeper still into his throat, and Aang gasped sharply.

He could feel his face flush, but even then, Aang couldn't quite repress the odd half-smile that tugged at the corners of his lips. He carefully placed a hand on Katara's head. She didn't startle, so he just left it there as she continued kissing his throat.

Later, when the moon was climbing down from its ascent and Katara was hugging him — just hugging him — with her face buried into the crook of his neck, Aang tentatively prodded her. "Feeling better?"

Katara gave a sleepy hum that sounded vaguely like a "Yes." Taking the sound as affirmation, Aang sighed and nudged her. "C'mon," Aang murmured gently, "we should probably be getting to bed."

They did, in fact, manage to get to bed, although — much to Aang's amusement — Katara seemed keen on keeping her hold around his neck like a koala bear.


A/N This is the extent of "spiciness" I am willing to write.