I really don't know how else to scream this, but this chapter is mature rated. If you are under 18 and you are reading this, I am not responsible for what your eyes will see. Lemon, smut, however you want to put it, that's what this is. It does nothing to the plot at all. All of the plot was Ch 1 - 19. This is for pure pleasure. That being said, I hope you enjoy yourselves. Also I am so so SO sorry for the wait! My life has been insane... you wouldn't even believe, it's been a fanfiction all on its own, but a nightmare of one. Anyway, please remember to comment/review. It gets me through. It helps all writers continue because a lot of people forget we do this for free and out of our own free time, which not all of us have a lot of. Thank you to all my loyal readers and I hope this story was everything you asked for.
Food was out and music was playing when the new couple was still stuck in their little bubble of time. They ate very little, not wanting to let go of each other's hands despite being cut free from the threads. A few glasses of wine were already gone and smiles and laughter filled the air. Many congratulations had been given. Many people had come to see them and gone their own way. It was a perfect night.
In the dim glow of the lanterns, Aang stood and offered his hand to Katara. She took it almost immediately. He led her to the empty half of the dining hall that was being used as a dance floor and swung her around into his arms. She smiled and it was like their eyes were always connected. She wasn't sure how long she had danced but eventually people began to fade away and go off to bed. She hadn't even realized the music had stopped, laying her head on his chest and swaying in a soft rhythm. With her eyes closed and her arms fisted into her own chest she had never been happier, Aang's arms around her as they swayed side to side.
Aang looked around and a few acolytes stayed behind to help clean up but other than that, the guests were gone and lanterns were being put out.
"Katara." He whispered into her hair and she looked up at him.
"I think it's time for bed."
She was confused and looked around, surprised at the lack of bodies. She turned back to her husband.
"How long have we been out here?"
"Long enough for everyone to get tired and go home." He smiled and took her hands. "Are you even close to tired?"
"Not really. I'm past elated and excited and anxious and now I'm just serene, though not tired."
"Well, we probably should leave and get ready for bed anyway. It's late."
She nodded in agreement and wrapped around his arm as he lead them back to what was now their home. They walked through the door together and she expected him to go towards the bedroom. He stood for a moment and looked to her.
"Would you want to take a bath before bed?"
"Yeah, I need to get this make up off." She smiled and let go of his arm. She walked towards the bathroom and realized he was still standing in the foyer like a stone. She turned to him to ask what was wrong and he was blushing.
"Would you... um", he stammered, nervous. "Would you want to take one together?"
The back of her neck got hot and her stomach jumped up and down. She had never bathed with anyone before but the idea sounded pleasant and loving, possibly erotic and even embarrassing. She was so silent that her lack of an answer made him even more nervous.
"Sorry. That was really forward. Just go take a bath and let me know when you're done." He said and rubbed the back of his neck, taking sudden attention to the wall to his right.
"No you're not too forward at all. We're married. Nothing is off limits, right?" She smiled but was nervous through the whole sentence. "We should. It would be a nice bonding memory for us."
She bit her lip and faced towards the bathroom. He met her in the doorway and entered before her, holding a small flame in his hands. They didn't speak as he moved around the room, lighting endless candles on shelves, the side of the tub, the window sill, and even on the counter. When the room was in a warm glow, he let the flame go and looked to his wife.
"Aang, this was planned." She accused and he smiled and exhaled loudly, almost a laugh. She smiled and came to touch his cheek.
"It's romantic and I love it." She kissed him softly and he was breathless. He felt they were different people now, although still the same. It was an experience that was enhancing every move of her fingers, every quiver of her lips. She broke away and looked to his formal robes. In this situation, someone was going to have to go first. She took the courage she had and used it to lift her hands to the clasps around his neck, undoing them slowly and letting the robe open to bare his chest.
She smiled up at him like she was proud of her work, though she had done so little. Aang stroked her cheek and let his hand travel down her neck to her shoulder where her dress hung. His hands looped around the back and untied the knot that held her dress to her form, not without blushing. It was hard not to blush when she had her eyes fixated on his the entire time.
The fabric fell down her arms and hung from her chest and elbows. She was quick to counter, running her hands up his chest and parting the robes, making them slide down his arms. When he was topless she felt some kind of toxicity taking over. Not that of liquor but something much stronger. Aang felt the same way. She had seen him topless countless times but he had only seen her bare once and it was brief, though an image he could not forget.
He reached to slide the fabric down her arms further and stopped. He took his hands away from her body and smiled.
"I'll draw us up a nice hot bath." He turned his attention to the tub and ran the water, adding soaps and perfumes making the water a milky green. She smiled and waited where he left her, her heart anxious yet wanting to draw all of this out. There was a comfortable silence as the water ran, echoing off the walls until the tub was almost full, about three quarters. He turned off the water and let his top fall off his body onto the floor. He turned to his side and decided to take the rest of his formal wear off. When he was naked he slipped himself into the hot water, leaning against the back of the tub and closing his eyes.
Katara was surprised and blushed a bit when she saw him. She had expected their little game to continue. She therefore next expected him to watch her undress but his eyes stayed shut. She was confused and felt a sudden wave of embarrassment. She slid the dress off of her body and took off the underwear she had on, sliding them with her foot into a pile next to his. She stepped into the water and sat until the water came up to the middle of her sternum. It smelled like lemon, honey, vanilla and a few other earthy things she couldn't name. She looked over to him and the water was completely cloudy, unable to see even herself.
"Comfortable?" He asked softly.
"Mmhmm." She nodded softly and he opened his eyes.
"There. That got us out of that situation." He smiled and wrapped his arms around the back of the tub, leaning back and looking relaxed.
"Aang, we can't avoid it forever."
"I'm not avoiding it. This is our night to explore and have fun and fall in love all over again. Why rush it?" He paused and looked to her with a serious look.
"I want this to be special. Not some rushed affair after too much wine and not some cliché wedding night. You deserve more than that and I want us to remember this for the rest of our lives. Your first only comes once in your lifetime..." He trailed off and she smiled.
She blushed again and looked down at the water in front of her, smiling. He hesitated and dropped his hand onto the water. She felt the awkwardness settle back in and she dipped her head and face under the water, coming up for a breath and scrubbing the make-up off her face, rinsing when she was done with a dripping braid falling down her spine.
"Turn around and come here." He said softly.
She came towards him in the water slowly and turned her back to him. Her bottom bumped into his legs and he opened them to wrap around her hips but still kept a little distance between their bodies. He took her braid in his hands and smiled and the beautiful work.
"Want me to take this out for you?"
"Sure."
His fingers worked the ribbon loose and he tossed it over in the pile of clothes. He untwined her hair slowly and took special care to keep the beads in a small pile just outside the tub. When he was done she shook her head a bit.
"That feels much better."
"Good." He grinned and leaned forward and kissed her shoulder. His lips lingered on her skin and instantly her side felt numb. Her head was tilted back without thought and her lips parted to let out a whimpering breath. He paused and took her hair, swinging it over one of her shoulders.
He lifted the water up over her back and washed her back for her. Although the intent was pure, the feeling was sensual. The more he massaged his hands into her skin the redder her face got. He raised the water once more to rinse her back and let the water run down her shoulders. She ran the water over her arms and washed her torso, leaning back into his body. She didn't ignore his groin against her back, rather she enjoyed the fact that he was incapacitated momentarily.
When she was done washing her torso he wrapped his arms around her middle under the water and pulled her even closer, kissing the skin on her neck. Her hands fell on his thighs and gripped as he held her captive, those kissing feeling hotter and hotter on her skin, each leaving a scorch mark of their own. A thrill ran down his spine when her hands gripped him and he only lost himself more, as if he wasn't already losing himself every second she was in front of him.
He made a daring move fueled by her sighs and ran his hand up to her chest, carefully cradling each breast in his palms. She was barely breathing, every touch turning her into a person she had never been. His lips attacked her neck and her head fell onto his shoulder. Her eyes were closed, unable to really process her actions or the burning desire between her legs. She wanted so much more than what was happening right now, but she also never wanted this to stop. When his hands gripped her breasts she made yet another involuntary noise and she felt like she was running a fever.
"Aang..." She moaned out, arching her back. His lips stopped for a second, trying to push down his own voice. That cry of his name on her lips made him feel desperate to hear it again, over and over. He realized in the back of his mind that his name would be the only name on her lips like this for all their lives and that made him so incredibly happy. But he couldn't really focus on that fleeting thought. Her soft flesh and hardened peaks beneath his palms pushed every other thought form his mind. He wasn't thinking anymore, just running on the fire in his blood. His right hand left her breast and slid down her torso, fingers finding a small mound of hair and diving deeper, feeling her slit under the water.
She jerked in reaction, her own fingers having ever been there. She groaned and pushed her hips up slightly into his fingers, and he knew he was on the right path. He ran his fingers over her lips, trying to get the geography in mind. Before she could even think, she grabbed his hand and led his fingers to her clit. He rested on the small bump and she ached in wait. He ran a finger over it as a test and she gasped louder than before. He bit his lip, trying to hold in his own excitement, and circled over her clit.
She let go of anything that could possibly embarrass her. At this point his fingers felt so good she had no worries about how loud she would be or the faces she would make. She moved back and she felt him harder than ever against the small of her back.
It took everything she had to turn to him and remove his hands. Her eyes were as dark as his, their faces both enflamed but no longer hesitant. Hearts beating fast she sat up higher, matching his height. She was on her knees in the tub and her top half was exposed. He couldn't have imagined a better sight than the water dripping from her dark skin, but it was short lived. Her left came hand behind his neck, the other onto his right hand. She led him to where he was before she turned and kissed him like her life depended on it. He didn't need words, her directions were clear. His fingers played her like a harp and she moaned against his lips. She reached down with her right hand and found his shaft easily, swallowing his breath when he gasped. She ran her hand up and down his length, the water a convenient lubricant. His fingers stopped at her actions. He couldn't even think enough to move. The feeling of her chest on his, her lips devouring his, and her hand touching and stroking him like an expert made him as motionless as a paperweight.
"Katara..."
Her name in the air around her seemed to push her further. It was clear that they both got off on getting each other off; Something they hadn't anticipated but was common in relationships as strong as theirs.
Her thumb ran against the underside of his head and he made a new sound that was strangled and elated at the same time. His free hand shot up into her hair to pull her lips further into his and his fingers became alive, playing with her clit faster than he had before. She whimpered and her hips shuddered, her hand moving faster and gripping tighter around him. He countered by pushing his fingers further back, just dipping into her entrance shallowly. She pushed her hips towards his fingers, fraught to make the ache between her legs disappear. He didn't allow himself to go further in and her frustration was clear when her hand gripped him even tighter, silently begging him.
He broke the kiss and looked up at her, her face was that of a woman in heat. She was short of breath like himself and her face made it clear what she wanted. She wanted more. And so did he.
Without thinking he grabbed her body and swept her into his arms princess style. He stood out of the bath and rushed them toward the bedroom. She didn't question him at all. He lay her on the bed, not even taking the time to bend the water off of their bodies, and hovered over her, kissing her neck and down to her breasts.
She smiled and let her hand rest on either side of her head, closing her eyes and enjoying every bit of torture that this was. His lips found one of her dark buds and didn't hesitate to take it between them. She arched and moaned his name, making his own groin feel hot and needy. He kissed down her body and was between her legs before she knew it. When his kisses stopped and the head of his body disappeared, she looked down to see him staring at the source of all her frustration. She blushed as his eyes raked over every fold of pink and brown, seeing her small button that made her quiver so much and knowing her entrance was hidden in the middle.
She was about to tell him to stop staring but he took an action that halted her words; He started to kiss the insides of her thighs. She bit her lip, trying not to make too many whimpers. This wasn't something she had expected. She thought this would come later in their relationship. His kisses got closer and closer to her source and her whole body felt like it was on fire. She was embarrassed and turned on and starting to get lost in that haze of desire again.
She could feel his breath on her folds and was about to stop him when she felt the best thing she had ever felt; his tongue run up the entirely of her slit.
"Aang!" She yelped and her knees closed. He was confuses and looked to her.
"Are you okay? Did I do something wrong?" He asked, genuinely concerned that he had crossed a line he shouldn't have.
"I'm fine..." She said, trying to catch her breath. "You don't have to do that."
"I want to though." He paused and ran a rand over her thighs to comfort her. "Did it feel good?"
"The best..." She whispered.
"Then let me do this. I want to. And you taste amazing."
She blushed and didn't know how to respond. Her knees came apart and he went right back in, licking her up and down. Her moans couldn't be contained. His name came out a few times. More than she would prefer to admit. He kissed and sucked on her clit and she almost screamed. His mouth made love to her and she wasn't even on earth. She gripped the covers and held on for dear life. When his tongue was assaulting her clit, his fingers found her entrance and slid in much further this time. She moaned louder than ever before and begged him to go deeper, all shame gone from her voice.
When his fingers plunged into her and made her ache worse, she was even more frustrated. He moved fast and suddenly the combination of ministrations made her skin start to boil.
"Keep going." She groaned, biting her own lip and arching her back even further.
He did as she asked and within a few minutes she went from boiling to lava hot. She didn't have time to tell him, but she gasped and yelled his name while every single nerve in her body exploded. Her body shook and Aang stopped when she was panting. He pulled out his fingers and kissed her entrance, licking his lips. He got back on his knees on the bed and looked down at her. She looked so happy and not even in the room. He smiled and gripping himself with the hand that was covered in her juices. He moved his hand over himself slowly and bent down to kiss her lips.
When she tasted herself on his lips she came to, licking his lips and then her own. He pulled back and was half there. She looked down and watched him stroke himself.
"Are you ready?" He asked, his voice lower than it ever had been.
"No wait. I want to do something first."
He paused and she led him to lay on the bed. She moved his hand and replaced it with her own. He smiled and sighed, the feel of her fingers sending him to another place. He did have a warning for her.
"Katara... It's our first time. I don't know if I can go more than once so I wouldn't do that... if I were you."
A devilish smile crossed her face and leaned down and took him in her lips. Her tongue traced around his head and to the tip before she licked her lips again. Katara looked up to him and he was lost for words.
"Just tell me when you want me."
Those words almost made him explode on the spot. They were heavy and sensual and drove him crazy. Her lips found purchase on his skin once more and he was where she had been just seconds ago. She used her hand and her mouth to play, running her tongue along the entire underside of his shaft. Her hand, her tongue, her lips, her throat... it was all amazing and each felt different. She changed it up so much that it was almost overloading his system. He needed her. He needed to be inside her where his fingers once where.
"Katara stop. I want you, now."
She smiled and stopped . He sat up but she quickly put any plans he had to rest with a small push as she crawled up his body. She hovered her entrance over him and pressed his tip against her.
"I know it's not traditional for me to be on top-"
"Katara, right now I don't care who's where. Are you ready?" He asked in one frustrated breath. Katara nodded and he took her hips in his hands. He pushed up and probed her entrance slowly, stretching her to make sure he could enter without making it painful. She moaned and rested a hand on either side of his head, pushing down onto him. It came to where both of their needs were at their highest point yet.
Finally he gripped her hips more firmly and pushed himself into her as she slammed down onto him. It was a moment that felt so amazing they both let out a loud noise. But it still wasn't enough for either of them. They worked together to get a rhythm in tandem and when they finally did it was paradise. Nothing mattered but how fast they could grid against each other, how deep he could go, how hard he could pound into her. Everything else was lost, it was just them in a dark room, trying to reach completion. It was a hundred degrees in the darkness of the room, fire seemed to burn all around them and even inside of them. Sweat mixed with water and juices and it was all just part of their experience. With their bodies sliding against each other, flesh to flesh, she was almost to her second and he was almost to his first. She gripped the covers.
"Harder." She demanded. He obliged half a second after the words left her lips. Their groaning became louder and she was so close.
"Aang please, as hard as you can."
He dug his fingers into her hips and went as fast and as hard as his body allowed. She screamed his name and her insides constricted even tighter around him, experiencing her second wave of bliss. Her completion was enough to make him spill over the edge, the horizon in his mind having no more meaning.
"Katara!" He yelled and grabbed her body, pounding into her harder than he thought he could as he found bliss inside of her warm folds. He slowed to a stop and they tried to catch their breath.
She collapsed onto his chest and lay her head on his heart, sweat and water still mingled together. They stayed like that until their hearts slowed and their skin was mostly dry. She looked up to him and their eyes met. They smiled to each other and she leaned up to give him a loving tender kiss. He pulled out of her and let her leg wrap around him.
"I love you." He said softly.
"And I love you."
They lay in their ecstasy and Aang laughed out of the blue. Katara looked up to him with an eyebrow cocked.
"Do you think we should take another bath?"
She smiled and exhaled loudly from her nose.
"Probably." She kissed his cheek and made herself comfortable. "Later though."
"Yeah, later." He said and wrapped his arms around her, holding his wife close to him.