A/N: I Don't Own Avatar:TLA

Sup good people, i wrote this maybe a few days ago but i just uploaded it right now cause i dont have internet where i live right now. College is beginning to suck the life out of me and it's only my 3rd week. But on to the story. This is my first time writing something like this and I've never really had any firsthand 'experience' in this area. I'm just going by what my older classmates have told me and shiznit like that. So if it isn't what its really like, im sorry but i'll cross that bridge when I get to it. This relatively short chapter could stand on its own but i think it's cohesive enough, And don't forget to clickity clack that review button on the bottom of this page.

Aang didn't quite know where he was or how he got there but all he knew was that he was half naked with only his pants on.

These are strangely comfortable, wait... i'm not wearing any underwear... what the fuck... i'm free-balling it right now? Why? What the? Where am I?

Aang took in his surroundings, trying to figure out his location.

The lighting in the room was very dim but he was able to make out objects inside. There was a bed, a dresser right next to it, an acoustic guitar in the corner, a bathroom that connected to the room, and Cosmo posters riddled the walls.

I wonder who's room this is? he thought.

All of a sudden music started emanating from the walls.

Aang was startled at first but he failed to notice the well hidden speakers.

Okay this is getting a little freaky.. he thought.

He recognized the title as Songbird by Kenny G.

Huh, Kenny G, what, is someone gonna get lucky or something? he thought.

He saw the bathroom door slowly open revealing his 'captor'. Aang leaned forward squinting his eyes, trying to see who it was.

"Who are you?" he demanded.

"Don't you recognize me?" the figure asked seductively.

The figure took a few steps forward stepping into the dim light.

The figure revealed itself to be Katara, wearing nothing but a black lace bra and panties to match.

The dim light made her body look oh so irresistible and her gaze could make any man melt. Her bra had very intricate flower pattern designs as well as her panties and her dark skin looked perfectly smooth.

...... Aang's 17 year old mind literally blanked out. He was awe-struck by her beauty and was temporarily rendered speechless.

He let his eyes gaze up and down her entire body taking her in fully.

Why do I have such a strong urge to... lick her? I mean damn, it looks as if she's made out of chocolate... And chocolate is supposed to be sweet.. or bitter.. or both.. only one way to find out. His inner monologue ended as she approached him.

"So what do you think?" she stepped forward to him and started to lightly caress his muscular chest and abdomen.

"Uhhhhhh...Mmmmm... You look... Nice?"

"Is that ALLLL?" she let her words linger on her tongue and proceeded to move one of her hands down to his crotch. She let it sit there for a moment and could see his face fluster.

His breathing turned into soft pants and his heart-rate picked up. He could feel blood rush down his abdomen and engorge his growing erection.

"Scratch that, you look absolutely intoxicating." he whispered into her ear.

She smiled as she felt his warm breath tickle her ear lobe and proceeded to undo his belt buckle.

Aang gazed down upon her as she knelt down to lower his pants.

His member was released from its 'cage' and stood at attention, much to the surprise of Katara.

His initial reaction was to cover himself with his hands but there was no point covering something THAT obvious.

"You weren't wearing any underwear? tsk tsk, you naughty boy.."

"What can I say, I like to try new things." he grinned and she bit her lower lip.

"Well, I like to try new things too."

"Is that so?"

"Mhmm." she nodded and grabbed his sex.

He gasped at his now highly aroused state.

"Feel good?" she asked.

Aang tilted his head towards the ceiling, closed his eyes and let out a quiet moan.

"I'll take that as a yes." she smiled and took him into her mouth.

"Oh my Agni..." he whispered loudly.

He instinctively thrust his hips forward relishing the pleasure that was coursing through his body.

Katara continued to bob her head up and down while stroking the remainder of whatever she couldn't fit in her mouth.

Aang had never experienced pleasure of this magnitude before.

The only things that gave him pleasure were life's pleasures, and to him that consisted of eating, drinking, and music. That was what he enjoyed doing most. He had never even given into his 'urges' when puberty struck him, let alone receiving oral sex.

She continued to suck him as Aang put a hand on her head lightly for support afraid that he might collapse from the intense pleasure.

The music on the stereo switched to the next track. Closer by Nine Inch Nails.

"You let me violate you

You let me desecrate you

You let me penetrate you

You let me complicate you

Help me... I've broke apart my insides

Help me... I've got no soul to sell

Help me... the only that thing that works for me

Help me get away from myself

I wanna fuck you like an animal

I wanna feel you from the inside

I wanna fuck you like an animal

My whole existence is flawed

You get me closer to God."

Aang couldn't take it anymore. He decided to take action.

"Wait."

Katara stopped and she looked up at him.

"What are you gonna cum already?"

"No, not yet."

"Well then, what's the-"

Aang cut her off and lifted her off the ground, her legs wrapped around his waist. He laid her down on the edge of the bed and started to kiss her ferociously, starting from her mouth then made his way down the rest of her body, continuing on to her neck, stomach, and continued on down her legs.

"Wow Mr. Over-Achiever." she whispered.

He pressed a finger to her lips.

"Shh, this is one of my favorite songs."

He continued to kiss her as he unhooked her bra with one hand.

"Hmm, you're pretty good, have you done this before?" she asked.

"Beginner's luck, I guess."

She smiled and the make-out sesh lasted for another 2 or 3 minutes.

She pulled down the rest of her clothing leaving her naked as the day she was born.

Aang directed his gaze to her womanhood and could already see that she was moist and wanting.

"A bit eager are we?" he joked.

"Shut up and fuck me."

"As you wish."

He positioned himself at her opening, closed his eyes, and thrust himself into her. Both parties let out a gasp/moan of both pain and pleasure. Katara looked away, not wanting to show pain in front of her lover. Aang being the gentleman that he is, pulled out just a little bit giving her the time that she needed. She looked back to him nodding ever so slightly and he continued to resume his rhythm.

It was then when he remembered some 'advice' that one of his older more experienced classmates had told him during his drum-line days in high-school.

Flashback

Aang was practicing his drum cadences when Haru saw that he was looking down at his drum.

"Aang, stop, you're doing it wrong."

"I'm just playing it as it's written."

"I know, and you're playing it right, but when you step out onto the field, you can't be looking down on your drum. You have to look at the crowd, don't worry about your drum, it's not going anywhere, so you don't need to look down."

"I guess you're right but how do I practice not looking down?"

"Hmmm, it's kinda like making love."

"What!" Aang exclaimed.

"Yeah you heard me, it's kinda like making love, you can't be doing it and looking 'down there' to see what's going on, you have to look her in the eyes, she's not going anywhere so no need to look down."

End Flashback

"Ohhhhhh." Katara moaned as Aang came back to reality of the situation.

He smiled and Katara saw it.

"What-are-you-smiling-at?" her words were broken as he continued to thrust.

He stopped for a moment and leaned down so that they were face to face.

"It's just that you're so beautiful." he whispered as their eyes connected with each other.

Aang resumed his rhythm keeping his eyes locked on hers and restrained himself from 'looking down'.

She had never seen anyone so 'certain' with himself but then again he was her first.

And that's when it dawned on him.

Wait a minute he thought.

This is too be good to be true. I MUST BE DREAMING.

As soon as he thought that, he was taken out of it and regained consciousness.

He was now awake and noticed that his boxers were wet.

He forced himself out of bed and walked to his dresser to pull out a fresh pair of underwear as he tossed his now soiled ones into the hamper.

Dammit, that was a really good dream... Why did it have to be a lucid, wet dream?

He checked his clock, 3:30 A.M.

Maybe if I go back to sleep i can continue it. I hope I can... Man if that's how Katara really looks like under her clothes... he continued to think as he climbed back into bed to try to continue his 'sweet' dream.

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"and we out... Peace"