It feels so weird going back to my old update schedule… It was cool being able to get up from the computer at any given time and not care when I had to update. Now I'm back to typing out an entire chapter in one sitting. That eats up time. I'm starting to miss my Xbox 360…
I think I may have done it… I might have surpassed my other make-out scenes. I think I might have reached a level where all my previous make-out scenes have become obsolete. This might seriously push the 'T' rating. Let me know what you think of it.
All I will tell you is this: It goes dangerously close to earning an 'M' rating. Why? Because I have been listening to Dirty South rap music for inspiration on how to make it as sexual as I can but still remain within the 'T' limits. And it's called 'Dirty' for a reason… If you are offended by extreme description of such things, turn back now.
And because some people have expressed some concern… THIS IS NOT AND WILL NEVER BE A LEMON!!! GOT IT?
And I'm happy. I get to go see Borat this weekend! Yay! Lol. Yay…
Still don't own Avatar.
Ch.19
Katara was still gaping at the ring in Aang's hand. "Where did you- How did you- When did you-."
Aang counted of the questions he answered on his fingers, a smile plastered on his face. "Here, earthbending, and when you were taking a bath." Aang stole a glance in her direction. "So, um… I'm still waiting for an answer…"
Katara chuckled lightly. "I didn't really think you needed one." She leaned in and kissed him softly. "Yes, of course I'll be your girlfriend." She kissed him gently once more. "If you'll be my boyfriend."
Aang's wide smile was back. This time it was he who gave her a soft kiss. "Sounds fair." He said in his usual joking tone.
Aang slid the ring onto Katara's finger slowly. He couldn't help but notice the grin she had on.
"So, do you like it?"
"Aang, I love it! It's beautiful! But- but why? You didn't have to make this to ask me to be your girlfriend."
"I know, but I wanted to give you something special. A ring seemed like it fit the occasion well."
Katara examined the ring on her finger from every possible angle and direction. Another smile made its way onto her face. "You know, technically, this might be considered an engagement ring."
Aang smiled at the idea, too. "I guess so. Aunt Wu said you'd marry a powerful bender. I'd like to think it's me."
"Me too." Katara was still smiling. "So when's the wedding?"
Aang laughed. "Not for a good long time. Not until well after the war and fighting has ended."
Katara's smile faded a bit. "What if that's not for a while? After the war's over, there will still be some fighting left. There always is."
Aang's grin started fading away, too. "I've thought it out. A know that Aunt Wu had to have meant me. So if it's guaranteed that we will be married, I'm going to wait as long as it is necessary for the fighting to stop, because that means that it's guaranteed that I won't lose you to the war."
Katara's smile was whole again. "You've thought our wedding out?"
Aang started to blush a little. He rubbed the back of his neck. "Umm, well, uh… I haven't thought it all out… But I've thought about it..."
Katara took Aang's hand. "I've thought about it, too." Aang smiled and his blush started receding. "And how do you know that Aunt Wu meant you in specific?"
All expressions that had been on Aang's face had been replaced with seriousness. "Do you doubt that I'm the one who you will marry?"
Katara went serious as well. "Not a chance."
Aang's smile was back. "That's how I know. You just have to believe in it."
Katara smiled, too. She nodded, agreeing to his statement. "So I guess I'm not just your girlfriend… I'm your fiancé." She said as she rested her head on Aang's shoulder.
"Fiancé…" He repeated to himself quietly. He then laughed softly.
"What?"
Aang looked out over the ocean. "I'm not a monk anymore…"
Katara raised her head slightly from Aang's shoulder so she could look at him in the eyes. "No. You're not." A soft smile tugged at her lips. "And I'm glad."
Aang gazed into her gorgeous blue sapphire-like eyes. "I am, too."
At this, they leaned towards each other in unison. They kissed softly and gently, almost chaste, just lovingly and caringly.
As they prolonged the kiss they also got more fervent and agitated, releasing all of the 'mood' that had been held up until then.
As the kiss started becoming more passionate and Katara started becoming more animated, Aang realized that he had never been the leader, he always let Katara start them off and then Aang would catch up later. Not tonight. Tonight he felt like taking the dominant role.
He gently laid them on the soft sand of the beach, Katara underneath him. He lightly ran his tongue along the contours of her upper lip, pleading for further access to her.
Katara parted her lips slightly; just enough so Aang could slip his tongue into her mouth. She was startled to find Aang being so take-charge, but there was something… exciting about it.
As soon as Katara parted her lips, Aang moved in and remembered how well she had reacted to him gently running his tongue along the soft, sensitive flesh of the inside of her lip. He tried it again and was pleased when he felt her tremble in pleasure underneath him.
Aang rolled them over so Katara was on top. He repositioned his hands, one gently running his fingers through her hair, the other running up and down her side, mapping out the delicate curves of her stunning body.
Aang was done teasing her. He went straight for her tongue as soon as he relocated his hands. He attacked and dueled with her tongue in her mouth, wrapping his around hers, lightly strutting along hers, sometimes moving away, to not neglect the other parts of her mouth.
As he was making another pass at the soft tissue of Katara's inner lip, Aang seemed to hit a sensitive spot. Katara let out a mewling whimper. This was enough to knock Aang out of control of his body and his hormones took over the situation once more.
The hand that had been carefully running up and down her curves moved down to lay on her butt, the other hand that was in her hair moved up to her head, firmly but gently pressing it against his.
Katara could also feel herself succumbing to the hormones governing her body's actions. All this closeness and intimacy… She felt both the physiological need and the physical need to return it with just as much heat and ferocity.
She placed one hand against his chest and the other hand on his head, absent-mindedly tracing the blue arrow.
At feeling Katara react to his touching in a positive fashion, his hormones begged and craved for more. He gently squeezed her buttock and pushed her closer to him, listening for any more of the delightful moans and squeals she was producing.
Their mouths' opened and closed in unison as they continued to chase this continuously heightening pleasure. Aang started to rub Katara's butt gently and she threw her head back in the unexpected pleasure that this produced. With Katara pulled away, Aang began to rain a fluttery of opened-mouth kisses down her face, to her neck, down to her collarbone and beginning to head lower… The hand that was on her butt had slowly made its way to her white sash…
Katara hissed in pleasure as soon as Aang had made his way down to her neck. She felt him gently pulling at her sash and pulled back slowly to look at him in the face. They were both a mess… Clothes wrinkled, heated looks on their faces, a look of burning desire in their eyes…
During this pause, while they were looking at each other, they began to put 2-and-2 together in their minds. They knew what they were doing and they knew what they wanted…
Slowly, realization set over the 2 of them. What they were about to do made its way into their brains… The look of passion left their faces and their eyes widened as they realized what had been happening together…
This feeling… This burning desire… What they had been feeling was arousal.
All color had been drained from their faces. They remained there, looking at each other for some time, trying to decide whether or not to say anything, each breathing heavily. After a while, Aang had to say something.
"We need to be more careful…" He said, still breathing deeply.
Katara nodded in silent agreement. "Yeah…" She whispered hoarsely, her throat feeling dry.
Aang gently and carefully lifted Katara off of him so he could stand up. Once on his feet, he offered her his hand to help her up off of the ground. When she was up, they kept their hands connected.
"Let's get back to the camp… It's getting too dark…"
The walked off, hands still intertwined. The color of their faces had returned, and then some, some crimson on their cheeks as they realized just how close they had been to getting seriously involved.
Wow… This is 'T' to the limit. As I was writing it, I actually began feeling a little flustered…
I've said it before and I'll say it again: IT'S NOT A FREAKIN' LEMON! I'm writing this, their relationship working out the way a normal relationship between 2 teenagers would. There is a deep and understanding love between Aang and Katara, but when you re a teenager and the making-out starts, theirs only one thing on your mind… And that's straight from the mouth of a 15-year-old guy.
I seriously doubt that I need to ask for this chapter, but for the hell of it: REVIEW PLEASE!!!