Like I said before I don't own ATLA or most of the characters in this story. Enjoy!
It was night in the Southern Water Tribe and everything was so peaceful. Most people were asleep, and the ones that weren't were eating dinner with their families.
Aang and Katara were walking to their house with their arms around each other and giggles filling their voices. They got to their house and began to undress each other. This wasn't their first time doing this, but with each other it sure always felt like it.
They kept laughing and kissing as they headed towards the bed. There was so much love and affection in this moment. Everything just.. felt right.
Aang kept sucking on Katara's neck while she held his head tight. She led out a moan and then screamed his name. She looked at his muscular body and taught about how much he'd changed from when she first saw him shirtless. How much she'd changed.
Aang loved the feeling of Katara's bare body against his. Their bodies craved each other, it was as if they were a magnet and metal.
After finishing they laid under the soft covers of fur, it was so cold outside but with each other it was as if they'd found the perfect temperature. They spent all night just holding each other, as if they ever were to let go the worst would happen.
They felt safest with each other, they were each other's homes, each other's sanctuaries. Katara loved the feeling of this moment, and she never wanted it to end, and neither did he.
In the middle of a forest located in the Fire Nation, there was a small blue campfire. By the fire there sat a young woman wearing a black hood, she sat quietly and didn't make a sound she just stared at the fire as if there wasn't anything else that mattered.
Out of the bloom, she heard a stick break. She quickly got up and positioned herself ready to fight whatever was out there. She looked around but didn't manage to find what made the sound. "Who's there?!" she asked. There was no response. "Show yourself or I will bring. you. down." she threatened. "I wouldn't do that if I were you," a voice echoed. Then out of the darkness a tall man appeared. "Princess Azula," the man said as he walked toward the light produced by the blue fire. He was of brown skin, long dark hair, and blue ocean eyes. "How do you know my name?" she demanded while still in position to shoot lighting at him whenever she saw fit.
"That doesn't matter. What does matter is that if you shoot me, you will loose your chance to get everything you want," he told her. She was now intrigued, "Oh really? And what is it that I want?" she asked with a grin.
"You want to take down everyone who wronged you in the past, you want to claim your place on the throne as firelord, you want everyone to fear you," he replied.
"And how would you help me achieve any of that?" she asked with humor in her voice. "Because I know how to take down the Avatar, and everyone who follows him."
Her eyes eyes widened at his words. "How would you know how to do that? You're just some Water Tribe peasant!" She said with laughter.
"That may be true; but I have friends who are very powerful and share our desire for the Avatar's doom." She smiled at the taught of that.
"Well if your friends are so powerful, then what do you need me for?" she asked. He looked at her then smiled and began to explain, "My friends are spirits, and it is very hard for them to enter the physical world. They need a human to help them achieve their goal. They chose me, but I need backup. And who better than the princess who lost everything she had thanks to the Avatar to help me finish him?"
"But killing the Avatar won't do much. If he dies he'll just be reborn in another person and we'll have another child taking everything away!" she told him. "And who said anything about killing?" he replied. Azula looked at him confused. "If you're not going to kill him then what are you planning to do with him?" she asked. "I will explain everything once the time comes, but for now I just need to know. Are you in?"
"It'll be my pleasure," she replied with an evil smile on her face.