A/N: Peekaboo! And hurray for random bouts of inspiration. Happy Spring Break! (if you're on it, anyways). If not, happy almost spring in general!
Summer was well on its' way and everyone in Republic City could feel it. Today had been so warm that Aang hadn't even waited to get to his room to wiggle out of the wrap he wore as a shirt. He couldn't complain though, summers in Republic City had so far proven to be far more pleasant than the winters. Quietly, he made his way to the door that opened to the room he shared with Katara, doing his best not to make a sound. It was late, and she, like the last few nights, was probably sleeping. He opened the door and shut it almost silently, pausing when he stepped inside to gaze at the figure on the bed. In the heat, Katara had kicked the blankets off the bed entirely and forfeited her nightgown for the night, laying facing the open window. Her bare figure was illuminated by moonlight. Aang thought she looked beautiful, feeling an intense surge of love for his wife and regretting that he couldn't spend every waking moment by her side. He found himself mesmerized by the way her side rose and fell with each breath she took, taking pleasure in just watching the simple movement. Perhaps it was because he'd already seen more death than anyone should ever have had to, but just watching Katara breathe made him happier than he could explain. He watched as she lifted a hand to run her fingers through her hair and Aang's heart skipped a beat. She was awake.
"Still up?" He asked softly, approaching the bed. Katara instinctively gasped and frantically tried to cover herself, her eyes wide with alarm before softening upon recognizing who the voice belonged to. "Spirits, Aang, I didn't know that was you..." She breathed. Aang laughed.
"Well, who else would it be? Last time I checked, I'm the only one who shares this bed with you." Katara blushed.
"I know, I know. I guess I was just expecting you to be later, sorry." She smiled sheepishly. Aang returned the gesture before tenderly pressing his lips to her forehead.
"Do you want to go to sleep?" Personally, the last thing Aang wanted to do was sleep after coming in to see his wife naked before him, but he wouldn't keep her awake if she didn't want. She however, shook her head, a small smirk twitching on her lips as she brought them close to his ear, dropping the sheet she'd been holding around her.
"Actually, I was thinking that, you know...since it is so hot, maybe it'd be good for you to take all this off too, if you know what I mean." She suggested, her voice just above a whisper. Aang raised his eyebrows, catching her drift and feeling the blood already rush to a certain area of his lower anatomy.
"You think so?" He questioned in a low, heavy tone, fighting back a moan when her hand moved slowly down his chest towards the waistband of his pants. Katara nodded, a slight twinkle in her eye.
"Yeah, I do. I was waiting for you…" Her hand tugged at his sash, which was already slightly loose, fingers brushing against his muscled torso. But he got to her first, sealing his lips to hers, arms winding around her to pull her close, fingers tangling in her hair. The warmth in his core had ignited into a small flame, a wonderful ache filling the cavern of his chest. For a long while they lay just like that, kissing tenderly and quietly, lips occasionally wandering to each others cheeks, necks, and shoulders, chest to chest. Aang moved lower, leaving a moist trail across her stomach and nuzzling her hip before darting his tongue out to taste her, hearing her gasp out his name. He found his way easily through her folds, feeling her grasp his shoulders as she jerked towards him, a breathy whimper escaping her lips as Aang tenderly stroked the inside of her thigh with his fingers. The sounds, coupled with the feeling of her skin and the taste of her caused his arousal to throb painfully but he did his best to ignore it for the time being.
"Aang, Aang…" She tugged at him after a moment, and Aang peered up at her almost innocently from under his lashes, pausing.
"Am I doing something wrong?" He asked worriedly. Katara felt her heart melt.
"No! No, no…I just want to try something." She assured, an adventurous spark appearing in her eye that made Aang shiver.
"Anything." He whispered. "Just tell me what you want me to do."
Silently, he lit the candles on either side of the bed, as well as the lantern that hung from the ceiling with his firebending. He then pushed himself off of the bed, looking back at Katara who was gazing at him raptly, before stepping out of his undergarments. He heard Katara give a soft intake of breath and felt goosbumps rise on his own body from the sound. He wondered how he looked to her right then, standing naked in the middle of the room, face flushed and manhood swollen from their almost-intimacy, sweating slightly from the summer heat, and whether she felt the same way he did. He was making himself entirely vulnerable to her, for he knew he was utterly powerless against her and whatever plans she had for them. The feeling was both thrilling and nerve-wracking all at once.
"Close your eyes." Her voice came to him and he raised an eyebrow at her. She merely grinned, sending an excited chill through Aang.
"Why?" He asked curiously.
"Please?" She requested. Aang smirked.
"Oh, so you get to look at me, but I can't see you?" He asked. Katara giggled.
"No, you will. Don't you trust me, Aang?" There, she'd gotten him. He allowed his eyes to shut, however reluctant he was to do so with Katara covered only by a sheet before him on their bed. He heard the bedding rustle and then heard her feet touch the ground, though on which side of the bed he couldn't tell-and tiptoe across the wooden floor, surprised that despite the sounds of her footsteps, he couldn't pinpoint her location. Then, they stopped. He stood still as a statue, not sure what to expect, and for a long moment, nothing happened. He swallowed. He couldn't even hear Katara breathing over the sound of the crickets outside, and wondered if she was still even in the room. Had she gotten tired of looking at him and just went back to bed? Or had she left the room entirely without him even noticing?
"Katara?" He asked quietly into the darkness. He understood if she didn't want to be intimate with him right now, but he didn't want to sleep alone, either. He'd gotten so used to, addicted to even, having someone he loved next to him, someone to hold and be held by at night. He received no reply, however, only the sound of footsteps moving across the floor. So she was still there. They stopped just behind him and he felt the heat rise to his cheeks. Then, a pair of warm lips were on his neck, and a pair of slender arms wrapped around his torso, a bare body pressing against his equally bare back. His breath stilled and his muscles tensed, as he bit his lower lip against a low moan that threatened to escape at the sensation.
"Can I open my eyes?" He asked longingly. He felt Katara smile against his bare skin.
"Not quite. I'm not done yet. I'll tell you when." She placed a chaste kiss on the back of his shoulder and then glided her fingers down the tattoo on his back, kissing all the way down from his shoulder to his hip, occasionally pausing to nip at or suck the sensitive flesh. Aang shivered, feeling perhaps more exposed and vulnerable than he'd ever felt, but indescribably thrilled all the same. Katara knew him like the back of her hand, she knew all of the most sensitive spots on his body, all of his favorite places to be kissed, exactly where to touch him to make him melt, and he had no choice but to submit to her entirely. She felt his shoulders, traced the paths of his arrows down his arms and then along his spine, all the way over his bottom and then down his legs until the tattoo ended in the middle of his foot. He heard her stand again and then her head was tucked into the groove between his neck and shoulder, her lips against his ear (both of which were turning pink). His breathing quickened, more blood rushing to his already swollen nether regions.
"Katara..." He groaned longingly. She paused.
"I just...I just want to feel you, Aang. Is that okay?" Aang licked his lips and nodded.
"Of course. Do I have to stay still, though? I'm not sure how much longer I can..." It was true. His knees were trembling, and Katara had only just started.
"No. Just keep your eyes closed until I tell you, okay?"
"Okay." He agreed softly. He felt his wife's lips go lower, down past his ear and neck and clavicle, her fingers skimming down his chest and then his abdomen. He tried and failed to bite back a laugh. Katara knew perfectly well he was ticklish there. She smiled, feeling her heart flutter at the sound. She'd always found Aang's ticklishness adorable. It was one of the many boyish qualities he'd never entirely grown out of, and she was glad. He felt her get to her knees, her fingers stilling at his hip before moving inwards. He bit his lip in anticipation, his face scrunching up when her hand closed around his shaft, letting out a breath.
"Okay?" She asked. Aang nodded, swallowing thickly.
"Believe me, Katara, I don't think there's much you can do wrong..." He said, his voice coming out just above a whisper. Still, he felt her fingers shaking slightly as she caressed his length. He reached out and braced himself against their bedside table, afraid his legs would buckle and give out as she placed feathery kisses about his abdomen and inner thighs. He tilted his neck back in languor, his body slowly turning into what felt like a giant, pulsing pile of nerves as Katara explored him, her thumb running gently over the tip. Katara watched his face with fascination, listening as his even, controlled breathing turned into harsh panting under her ministrations. His eyes were now screwed shut, a bead of sweat trickling down his back. His lips trembled slightly. She paused to study him, the way his long lashes fluttered against his pale skin just slightly when she caressed him, how his face seemed to turn redder with each stroke. And to her, he had never looked more beautiful. She placed an open mouthed kiss on the tip, earning a breathless gasp from her husband. She paused.
"Good?" She asked cautiously. Aang nodded vigorously.
"You're amazing. Oh Spirits Katara, you have no idea..." The words dissolved into a low moan. If she kept that up, Aang wasn't sure how long he'd be able to control himself. He could feel his manhood pulsing painfully, aching for release and he he'd barely even touched her. He was now fighting a battle of dominance within himself. He wanted to stop her, to save himself for what he hoped was to come, but on the other hand she felt so indescribably good, better than anyone had ever made him feel.
"Katara..." He managed to get out. She paused, and for a moment he thought he might die, but he forced himself through the momentary feeling of withdrawal, gaining control for the first time over the raw nerve that had become his body.
"Did I do something wrong?" She asked anxiously. Aang shook his head fervently.
"No, no, that's not it at all. This is incredible...I just...I don't want to finish. Not yet. But I will if you keep going." His face burned at the confession. Surely Katara had been able to tell by the sounds he was making and the way his knees shook that he was close, but somehow vocalizing what he actually felt was embarrassing. He didn't want Katara to think he couldn't control himself.
"Alright." He heard her agree. Then, he felt her get to her feet and suddenly her body was pressed flush against his, her lips on his mouth, kissing him firmly. He moaned into the kiss, circling his arms around her waist and pulling her closer. He could feel his throbbing arousal prodding gently at her inner thigh, only heightening his longing. Detaching his lips from hers, he went aggressively after the soft skin at the base of her jaw, just under her ear, licking and kissing all along the area, doing all he could to repay her for what she'd given him. He felt her hips gyrate against his, and suddenly she was leading him backwards, back onto the bed. He felt his back recline against the mattress, her climbing over him, straddling him...Then, suddenly, she stopped.
"You can open your eyes now." She said breathlessly. Aang felt a jolt of surprise, having completely forgotten that his eyes had been closed in the first place. He did so, to be greeted by the sight of Katara above him, entirely without the sheet she'd covered herself with earlier, her hair falling forward into his face. And she was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen.
"Wow." He breathed, sliding his fingers down her shoulder, all the way along her arm until he could take her hand. She blushed and smiled shyly at him.
"Surprised?" She asked. Aang nudged her hips suggestively.
"You're incredible." He murmured, then paused. "You didn't tell me you were gonna do...all that..." Katara blushed.
"I didn't either, but then you were just so irresistible that I had to touch." She grinned. Aang laughed.
"Really?" He asked. "I thought you'd gotten bored and left for a little while there." He admitted. Katara's eyes widened.
"Of course not! I'm sorry you thought that...I just got caught up in admiring you, is all." She said truthfully. Aang grinned slyly.
"I can relate. That describes my entire life since meeting you." he returned. Now it was Katara's turn to blush.
"Stop it." She murmured. Aang merely folded his arms behind his head.
"It's true. I was a miracle I could even function. Besides, any guy would if they just so happened to travel and live with a beautiful princess who also just happens to be the kindest, most fun woman around." Katara giggled.
"I'm not a princess, Aang."
"Your dad's the chief of the Southern Watertribe. Though I guess you're right, now that you're an adult by water tribe standards, you'd be a queen." Katara seemed to think for a moment before she pinned her husband's wrists down firmly against the mattress, taking him by surprise, and lowered her lips to his ear.
"Then you, Aang, are my King." She whispered.
"No." He refused, shaking his head. "Just one lucky airbender." His still aching arousal was an inch from slipping inside of her. "Do you want to...?" He asked in a hushed voice. She was still on his lap, leaning over his chest so that they were cheek to cheek. He felt her nod.
"Yeah, I do. If you don't mind it like this." Aang shook his head vigorously.
"Not at all. Anything you want, Katara." In response, his wife inched her hips forward just slightly, shifting so that just the tip of Aang's swollen length was inside of her. She wobbled slightly at first, momentarily losing her balance before Aang caught her hands, giving her a reassuring smile.
"I've got you." He murmured, slowly sliding his hands up her arms and down to her waist, gently stroking her stomach and sides. She lowered herself onto him slowly, wincing just slightly as she adjusted to his girth, feeling him penetrate more deeply than she'd previously known possible. Aang flicked his gaze up to hers.
"Okay?" He asked carefully. Katara nodded.
"Yeah." She said breathlessly.
"Good." Aang agreed. Katara rocked her hips, cautiously at first, against his, watching with adoration as his eyes fluttered closed in bliss, gasping out her name in encouragement. He opened them after a moment, pulling her down flat against him, bringing them closer. "I wish…" He whispered against her hot, sweat-moistened skin "I wish this could last forever." Katara kissed at a sensitive spot on his throat, silently relishing the way his breath hitched at the sensation.
"Me too." She murmured, goosebumps creeping their way up her flesh as Aang's hand moved up her side to caress her breast, allowing his fingers to trail in the valley between them, his thumb rubbing gently over the pink peak. He lifted his hips to meet her eagerly, burying his head into the side of her neck and arching to get closer still. Soon, Katara found herself clutching desperately at his back, grinding against him to meet him and whispering hushed encouragements. "Aang…." She gasped out his name as he nuzzled her, laying a trail of gentle nips along her skin.
"Mm?" He paused for just a minute, listening.
"Nothing…nothing. You just feel so good." Aang smiled against her neck, gently fingering a sweat moistened curl of her hair.
"I love you." He answered, pulling her in for a long, languid kiss.
Katara clutched him close. She took almost as much pleasure in just watching Aang's eyes flutter and his face contort in ecstasy as she did from actually feeling him inside of her. He scattered kisses over her face, his low groans coupling with her breathy gasps as they made love. He took one of her hands, lacing their fingers together and giving a soft squeeze. They connected in deep, languid strokes, Katara's soft inner walls squeezing Aang as tightly as he held her in his arms. She leaned her forehead against his shoulder, feeling herself nearing her peak and struggling to control her breathing as she frantically kissed every inch of skin she could reach, Aang panting against her ear, indicating to her that he was not far behind.
"Oh…Katara…" He breathed. "I can't…" She felt him straining beneath her, her muscles tightening around him. Aang screwed his eyes shut and a desperate whimper escaped his lips as Katara gyrated against him, the heat between them peaking. Aang's body gave a great shudder as he groaned out her name, feeling his beloved tumble over the edge with him. For several moments after, all was quiet but for soft panting. When she caught her breath again and Aang lay on his back beside her, Katara rested her head on his chest again, kissing it gently and cuddling into his warmth. He stroked her hair tiredly, a smile on his lips. In that moment, he couldn't imagine anywhere he'd rather be. This was right. Katara, the love of his life nestled safely in his arms, eyes closed in bliss. No, he knew he wouldn't trade this moment for anything.
His fingers hit upon a snag in her long, damp mane and he pushed himself up one elbow, reaching for the hairbrush Katara kept on the bedside table and then coaxing her to sit up slightly before beginning to work gently through the sweat-moistened tangles. He heard Katara sigh contentedly and when he finished, he swept the hair aside to place a wet kiss on the back of her neck, wrapping his arms around her bare waist. She leaned back against him into his arms, rolling her eyes up to meet his gaze and offering him a drowsy smile. Aang exhaled happily into her hair.
"Happy?" She asked him softly, tracing the arrow tattoos down his arms to his hands with her fingers.
"Happiest man in the world." He answered dreamily. "I love you so much…" Feeling his naked body pressed against her was almost enough to make Katara turn around and straddle him again, but she refrained. He was tired, his lids drooping and his head growing heavy where it rested on her shoulder. She turned around and kissed him before settling down on the bed facing him, tucking her head comfortably under his chin when he followed.
"Love you too."
