It was rare when Katara found herself busy while Aang was for once free. But it wasn't a bad kind of busy, at least not in her eyes. Sokka and Suki were expecting their first child and Katara was working on sewing a pair of little boots for it. She was excited to be an aunt, though she knew Sokka was a little nervous about being a father. Not that she could blame him. Parenting was an enormous responsibility. Katara had to admit that even the simple task of sewing these boots was time consuming, and Aang noticed. He had returned from a meditation session half an hour or so ago, and was now feeling incurably bored. This condition was only made worse by the fact that the usual solution to his boredom wasn't paying him any attention, and it was all he could do to wait patiently for her to finish. That, however, appeared to be a ways away. And he'd been waiting for what he could've sworn was over an hour…maybe all Katara needed, he thought as he glanced at her, her brow furrowed in concentration, was a little distraction. He smiled, scooting closer to his wife so that their thighs were touching. She gave no indication whatsoever that she'd even felt it however, her hands continuing to move methodically as she focused on her task. Aang, however, would not be deterred so easily. There was something about the tension in her face that made him want to kiss it all away. So, he leaned over and kissed her cheek sweetly, gently stroking a lock of her hair as he pulled away. She turned towards him and he grinned his most charming grin, thinking he'd captured her attention.

"I'm busy Aang, not now." She told him gently, but with firmness. Aang's shoulders slumped. He sat back against the pillows for a moment, but his moment of defeat didn't last long. If anything, her ignoring him only made him more eager to break her concentration and shift her focus to him. Now, it was a challenge. And Aang had learned to never back down from challenges.

"Katara…" He said longingly, his voice low and soft. Her eyes remained on her work. Aang only took this as a signal that he wasn't quite close enough, and dipped his head towards her, brushing his lips over her ear and nibbling gently, blowing breaths of warm air into it. "Please…" He begged. He felt her skin grow rather warm beneath his ministrations, and for just a second, her eyes flicked over to his before she pushed him gently away.

"I told you, Aang, not now. Be patient or I'll keep doing this all night."

"But Katara…I'm so bored. And you've been working on this for hours." He groaned. He gazed at her with big, sorrowful eyes and for a moment, his wife's features softened. Yes. Aang tried to kiss her and his lips were just about to touch hers when she pressed her palm flat against his chest and pushed him away again. He groaned beseechingly and gave her his best polar bear dog puppy face, but this time, she only returned it with a hardened stare. Darn. "Don't give me that face." She warned.

"Or what?" Aang pressed.

"Or I'll start another pair of boots after this one and stay up doing them tomorrow night too." Aang sighed. So close. Still, now that he'd gotten into this competition with her, he couldn't very well lose. No, he had to break her concentration somehow, had to get her attention. He was reminded then slightly of his twelve year old self trying to ride elephant koi to impress her. He shook his head. He'd learned since then. Then, he had an idea. He bit back a smirk and carefully ever so slowly lowered his hand to Katara's knee, stroking the smooth skin with his thumb.

"Aang." She said warningly, not looking up from her sewing.

"You said to not give you the face, you didn't say I couldn't touch you." He said innocently. "Or can you not focus like this?" He knew the effect these words would have on her even before she answered him. "Is me touching you too much of a distraction?" His voice was low and gentle, just how he knew she liked it best. He slid his hand further up her thigh, pausing to stroke her smooth skin.

"No." She said as firmly as she could manage, though her complexion reddened considerably.

"Kay…" Aang whispered, continuing his slow, deliberate path, pushing up the satin skirt of her pale blue nightdress. He could feel her pulse quickening beneath his palm and grinned to himself. He would win this. He reached her hip, purposefully avoiding the area between her legs and brushed gently over the skin there, pushing the skirt up so it exposed the bottom of her stomach. His fingers travelled over her stomach and he caressed her side lovingly, thoroughly enjoying the feel of her lovely tanned skin under his touch before he moved on, reaching her chest and skimming as lightly as he could over her bosom before removing his hand from under the nightdress so he could begin again from the top, touching her neck and collarbone before lowering his face to the area, kissing her shoulders and upper chest, nuzzling her affectionately and sucking gently on her neck. She gasped and he smiled against her skin, one hand once again resting on her hip to stroke her lower stomach.

"I love you, Katara…" He breathed longingly into her ear. At last, she shifted, lifting her eyes slyly to his and giving him a small smile.

"You're way too impatient, you know that?" Aang beamed as she set down her sewing at last, cupping his face in her hands. He shrugged.

"It's not my fault you're so hard to wait for." Katara answered him with a deep, satisfying kiss that left him breathless, loosening the drawstring on his pants to find that they were already tented with a familiar hardness beneath. She skimmed over it with the palm of her hand, not breaking her eye contact with Aang as she watched his face redden. She straddled him, kissing him soundly once more as she caressed his face, nuzzling his cheek when they parted.

"Aang…" she breathed into his ear, much as he had done to her just minutes earlier.

"Mmmm…" he groaned. But just as he was about to wrap his arms around her to kiss her again, she had hopped nimbly off of the bed and made her way to the door. "Katara!" Aang exclaimed, feeling quite robbed. Hadn't he just won?

"If you want it so bad…you'll have to come and get it." She smirked, before turning and running out of the door. Oh, it's on. Aang hopped out of the bed as well, quick as a flash before tripping on his pants and nearly falling, having forgotten that Katara had already conveniently undone the drawstring that held them up. Impatiently, he kicked them off completely and sprinted into the hallway, finding Katara already far ahead of him.

"I'm gonna get you!" He called, determined to do just that.

"Oh yeah, Mr. Naked?" She challenged. He still wore his undergarments, but for Katara, it was close enough as she took off again, nearly skidding as she rounded a corner. Aang followed the sound of her laughter, quickly becoming wrapped up in the thrill of the chase as he pursued her as quickly as an airbender possibly could. He gained on her rapidly, though she was quick, he, as an airbender, was quicker. She skidded around another corner, but cried out as she tripped, pitching forward and expecting to fall…but she never hit the floor. Aang, with a burst of wind launched himself towards her and caught her in his arms.

"Gotcha." He said softly. Katara sighed, giving him a sultry stare with her lovely blue eyes. "Mmm, fine. I'm not walking all the way back though…all that running tired me out. Do you think you'd be able to give me a lift, oh gracious avatar?" The innocent question combined with the amused, suggestive look in his wife's eyes was enough to make Aang melt completely inside and he knew she could have asked him to do anything and he would have had no choice but to submit to her every whim.

"But of course, my lady. Anything for you." Though she knew he was playing along, the look in his eyes told Katara he meant what he also genuinely meant what he was saying and she felt herself fall into a similar longing as he adjusted his arms around her and began to carry her back to their bedroom. When he arrived, he laid Katara gently on the bed and got up to shut the door, only to be stopped by her voice.

"It doesn't matter Aang, we're the only ones here." She told him, rolling onto her side. "Come here." In his enamored state, there was no way Aang could have refused her even if he'd wanted to. So he approached her, climbing over her so that he knelt over her legs, feeling quite triumphant as he caught sight of the boots she'd temporarily put aside. He knew she'd finish them later…but well…that was later. Now, he'd finally won her attention.

"You know…." She murmured as she pushed his undergarments down rather impatiently so that they slipped off of him to fall on the bed. "It was kind of nice to hear you begging like that. It's almost too bad you're too hard to resist for it to last long." Aang chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck.

"I guess that makes two of us." Katara hummed in agreement, arching up towards her husband so that he could slip her nightdress over her head, leaving both of them nude. Aang acted immediately, dipping his head down to kiss along his wife's upper chest and then her breasts, caressing her stomach with one hand and her breast with the other, feeling her press herself closer to him and gasp out his name in pleasure. She wrapped her arms around him, pushing her hips against his, causing his manhood to swell further. Then, she squirmed out from under him and pushed him down onto his back so that she was on top, straddling his hips.

"Katara…" he panted, his voice husky and heavy with desire. His wife answered him by wrapping her legs around his waist and nuzzling his neck, kissing upwards towards his ears and stroking the tattoo that ran the length of his spine.

"I love you so, so much, Aang…" She breathed, reaching down to ever so gently brush her fingers over his manhood, causing his breath to hitch. He felt his chest swell with joy and desire at the combination of the powerful touch and even more powerful words. This, he knew, was more than he could ever want.

"I love you too, more than you know." His fingers tangled themselves in her hair as he kissed her, drinking her in completely. It was almost all he could do to stop himself from thrusting inside of her that very second, but he restrained himself, wanting to make this last as long as he could. She deserved better. She deserved more than he could ever give her. Every time he kissed her or touched her or even looked at her he was reminded of how wonderful she really was. She had given him everything, loved him, cared for him, encouraged him and supported him even when no one else would. And for that he was eternally grateful. He'd always craved the unyielding devotion and love she gave to him seemingly without reservation. She was sweating against him as their bare chests pressed together, holding him so tightly that part of him was convinced she would never let him go. She rested her forehead against his, staring, captivated into the gray eyes she had come to love so much. The hand that wasn't tracing the line of his tattoo was now wrapped firmly but gently around his shaft, causing him to gasp or groan in pleasure with each caress she bestowed upon it. She enjoyed making him feel good as much as she enjoyed him touching her, loved knowing that she had such a powerful effect on him and that no one else could give that to him. Gently, he flipped over so that their positions were switched, one hand caressing her breast while the other stroked her hair.

"Aang…" She murmured. She couldn't possibly have waited any longer. "Please…" They both recognized the complete reversal of roles and laughed softly. Aang nuzzled her cheek fondly and kissed her forehead. The innocent gesture of affection in the midst of such an intimate moment made Katara melt inside. Even while they were both shrouded in the haze of lust, Aang was still sweet and caring. "I want you." She said simply. Aang smiled softly.

"What a coincidence." He whispered. "I've wanted you all day." Katara couldn't help but laugh.

"I noticed." She answered, eyes sparkling playfully. "Wanna do something about that?" She arched upwards so their bodies were pressed flush against each other, feeling her husband shudder at the contact.

"Yeah." He nestled himself at her entrance at last, locking his eyes on hers and taking her hand as he pushed himself inside of her. Finally. All of the tension immediately disappeared from his body as he slipped into Katara's warmth, feeling himself surrounded by her delicious heat.

"Oh, Aang…" His name left her lips in a long, drawn out moan. He kissed her, massaging her tongue with his and sighing into her mouth before pressing kisses against the rest of her face, neck, shoulders, worshipping her with everything he had as he began a steady rhythm, feeling her return his thrusts with equal enthusiasm, clutching him so tightly he didn't think he'd be able to separate himself from her even if he'd wanted to. She groaned loudly at the friction, her breath coming in heavy pants. She gasped sharply as he angled himself to thrust deep inside of her, clutching him still closer. She had all of him, but she couldn't help but want more. He moaned, his voice low and almost primal as he grunted out her name between thrusts, burying his face for a moment in her throat. His body was so warm that Katara was sure she could have burned up in the heat between the two of them, but it felt far too good for anything bad to possibly come of it.

"Aang." She hissed, clutching at his back. "Aang, Aang, Aang…" She arched desperately towards him, wanting more. He kissed her, squeezing her hand.

"Shh." He whispered. "I want this to last for you." His eyes were hazy with pleasure, and she was sure hers were as well, but right now, he was the only thing that mattered.

"Oh, spirits Katara, you feel so good." He covered her face with kisses, pushing himself as deep as he could go. She only whimpered softly in response, unsure of how much longer she could last despite Aang's efforts. Still, she didn't ever want him to stop. She moved her hands over his muscled back and arms, dipping her head to kiss hungrily along his chest, admiring every part of him as his thrusts grew quicker and more frantic with each passing second. She clenched him tightly within her, knowing he didn't have long now. Neither of them did.

"I love you, Aang." She panted into his ear. That did it. The words combined with the erotic feeling of being inside of Katara sent Aang over the edge, calling out her name in a breathless tumble of syllables as he climaxed, spilling himself inside of her as she did the same, pressing herself as close to him as she physically could so that there wasn't even the smallest bit of space between them. They lay still for a moment as Aang pulled out of her, both of their bodies slick with their own and each others' sweat, chests rising and falling with each heavy breath. After a moment, Aang rolled off of her and drew the covers of the bed over their naked bodies, wrapping an arm around her waist to pull her close.

"Happy now?" She asked breathlessly, stroking the arrow on his head. Aang beamed at her and kissed her forehead.

"Very." He half expected his wife to make a teasing comment in return, but instead, she took his hand and brought it to her lips, kissing his palm and each finger, then each knuckle and finally the arrow on the back. Then she brought it to cup her cheek, placing her hand over it and giving him a loving smile. Under the covers, she wrapped her legs around his. The gesture of pure affection touched Aang deeply, and he found himself giving her the same treatment, only, he extended the kisses to her entire body, pressing his lips against every part of her he could reach. In response, she nuzzled her cheek further into his palm, tears of happiness slipping down her face before she could stop them. He stroked them away with the pad of his thumb, smiling at her. "I love you so much." He told her. Katara sighed.

"I love you too, even if you are impatient." She nudged him playfully, causing him to chuckle.

"Yeah…actually, we don't have to go to sleep right now, do we?" He asked, raising an eyebrow at her. She laughed, allowing her hand to wander casually down his side to stop at his hip.

"Now, who said anything about that?"