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I would just like to warn you guys that this chapter has mature content in it. Also, in this chapter Aang and Katara are a little bit out of character, but not like ridiculously out of character.

Disclaimer: I don't own Avatar or its characters.

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When morning came the next day, I was awoken by a sound I hadn't heard in over two years. Turning over, I look to see Aang laying on his back, moaning very loudly. His hand seemed to be making it's way into his pajama pants. He must be having a pretty good dream. It was such a turn on to see him touch himself, but what came out of his mouth next sent my heart into a frenzy.

"Katara," he groans, stroking his morning wood in the process.

That's when I noticed that my hand had unconsciously been moving down Aang's chest towards his favorite appendage. My hand slips into his pants, pushing his hand away and wrapping my own hand around him before I can stop myself. He's still asleep when I look up at his face. I slowly begin moving my hand up and down before sweeping my hand over the tip.

Aang moans again and thrusts his hips upward in my hand. I speed up my pace a little bit which causes him to moan louder. Emboldened by his moans, I move to sit between his legs and slowly pull his pajama pants down his legs and onto the floor. I look up to see if he's awake yet. He's not and I keep moving my hand before leaning down and wrapping my lips around the tip of his dick.

"Fuck," My eyes look up to him to find that he's awake and keep my gaze on him as I take him fully into my mouth.

"Ohh," he moans. "Shit, that feels so good."

I giggled a little in my mind at the fact that he still curses like a sailor during any type of sexual activity. Same old Aang. I begin sliding my mouth up and down his shaft faster. His breathing quickens and he starts moaning even louder. He then reaches down and moves my hair out of my face.

"Katara," he grunts. "Move, I-I'm about to-" he trails off and tries to push me away, but I stay in place.

I slide my mouth to the tip of his cock and suck hard. He moans out my name and his whole body shakes as he comes. After swallowing everything he gives me, I pull my mouth off of him and lay back beside him.

"You didn't have to do that," he breaths, rolling on his side so he's facing me.

"I know I didn't have to, but I wanted to."

He smiles and places a sweet kiss of my lips. "I love you."

"I love you too."

He smiles my favorite smile. "I missed you so much," he whispers.

"Me too," I whisper, capturing his lips in another kiss.

This kiss is different from the others though. It's passionate and very frantic. His tongue quickly merges with mine as he moves on top of me. His hands quickly remove the t-shirt and my bra, tossing them both to the floor before moving to my breasts. My breathing picks up as his fingers brush over my hardened nipples.

"You know," he whispers in my ear. "I've been dreaming about touching you like this again for years now.

"What do you dream of doing to me?" I ask, biting my lip.

He gasps, pretending to act surprised. "Katara," he whispers. "Are you insinuating that you want me to talk dirty to you?"

I giggle and lean into his ear. "Maybe," I whisper, brushing my tongue against his ear lobe.

He groans and starts moving his lips down my neck.

"I've dreamed of kissing my way down your neck," he says between kisses. "Watching your face turn red."

"Of sucking your nipple into my mouth until your back arches and you moan just like you used to," he says, moving his lips lower.

His perfectly pink lips suck one of my nipples into his mouth. He pulls it in and out of his mouth slowly before sweeping his tongue across it. I moan loudly and arch my back just as he knew I would and he keeps kissing my breast for a few seconds before his lips moved lower. I was already wet enough as it was, but as Aang looked up at me with smoldering eyes once he stopped at the top of the pajama pants, I thought I was going to drown us both.

"I've dreamed of spreading your legs wide for me and licking your pussy dry as you scream my name and beg for me not to stop."

Without breaking eye contact with me, he slid my borrowed pants down my legs and onto the floor. He then hooked his hands under my knees and spread them apart. Finally breaking our intense stare, Aang looked down at my pussy then looked back up at me with a smirk before burying his face between my legs.

"Ah ah, Aang," I moan as he pulls my clit in between his lips.

He retracts his mouth. "I almost forgot how great you taste," he moans before thrusting his tongue back into my core.

My hands move to the back of his head and my hips grind against his tongue. "Don't stop, don't stop," I moan breathlessly, arching my back and squeezing my eyes shut.

"Never," he says as he thrusts two fingers into me and sucks on my clit again.

My boy then begins to shake and pleasurable warmth moves through my body as I climax. "Aang!" I moan loudly. He laps up all I give him before moving to lay beside me on the bed. I turn to him with a smile once my breathing returns to normal. I press my lips to his in a short sweet kiss. He wraps his arms around me and pulls me close.

"What do you want to do today?" He asks.

I then realize that I'm really hungry. "How about some breakfast?"

"What would you like?"

"Hmm." I think for a minute. "Can we have pancakes?"

"Sure," he says with a smile before getting up and slipping his pajama pants back on. "Stay here."

"I can help, it's no problem," I say, sitting up without even bothering to cover myself up.

He shakes his head. "I insist, so you just sit here and watch TV while I make breakfast."

I smile. "Alright."

He gives me one more kiss before leaving the room. I stared after him for a few more minutes before turning on the TV. After channel surfing for about a half hour, Aang returns to the room with a tray in his hands. He sets it in my lap and I smile at the spread he's made for me. On the tray, there's not only pancakes, but a bowl of cantaloupe and strawberries, a sausage biscuit, waffles, a banana, a cup of chocolate milk, and a vase with a single red rose in it.

"This looks great," I say, turning to him. "But I don't know if I'll be able to eat all of this by myself."

"Well, the biscuit and waffles are for me and I wouldn't mind a few strawberries or maybe a banana." He smiles at me.

I smile back, grab his face with one hand and bring his lips to mine. "You're so adorable."

"I try," he says with a shrug.

I shove him lightly with my shoulder before digging in. Aang has always been a great cook. Back when we were in college he'd make dinner for me all the time. So it wasn't surprising that I moaned in delight as I slipped one of the pancakes into my mouth. Aang looks away from his biscuit and up to me. He laughs and it sounds more like a cough than anything else.

"What's so funny?" I cock an eyebrow at him.

"You've got some syrup on your face."

I blush and wipe my face. "Did I get it?"

He shakes his head. "I'll get it." He moves to wipe it with a napkin, but instead moves his mouth to the side of my mouth and sucks the syrup from my chin. He takes his time and doesn't stop for a while, even after all the syrup is gone. That's when I notice that I'm still very naked. The pleasure his mouth brings goes straight to my lady parts and I have the urge to just jump his bones right then and there. He finally pulls back and just continues eating.

As I ogle his godlike body, I pray that this snow doesn't let up any time soon because I plan to keep him in this house as long as possible.

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Sucky ending, but at least I gave you a sexy lime or at least I think it was a lime. Whatever. Please, please review!