Pillow Talk
Chapter 6: In Your Eyes
She loved him. Such a simple thought, an underscoring phrase that could never quite encompass all the emotions that fed her growing addiction to the young airbender in her arms. Everything about him, every little charming, unassuming quirk and habit, every smile that toyed at the corner of his lips and brought a slight blush to her cheeks. Every perfect motion of his lithe yet deceptively strong body whenever he practiced his bending arts brought a flutter to her heart.
And when they were alone, when the intimacy of their solitude brought more lingering touches and deeper kisses, thrilling explorations of their bodies, Katara felt herself fall further into the depths of passion and all-consuming obsession for Aang. He wasn't only her lover, her best friend and partner, he was the sun that brought light to her life, the world that comforted and kept her safe, and the moon that empowered her, made her feel strong, brave and beautiful. He was all these things, but it was more than that.
She supposed if there was one attribute of Aang, one feature on the young Avatar that left her utterly entranced and desperately longing for more…it was his eyes. Those gray, stormy orbs that shined with silent mischief and deep, unyielding love for the world. And when he turned that love towards her, made her feel as though she was the only person of importance on the entire planet, it brought a stillness to her senses, as though she were drowning in the desire he held for her. She felt as though she would never breathe again, comforted in the knowledge that Aang, her darling airbender, would remedy that with but a kiss, breathing life back into her lungs and showing her the joys of living life above the clouds.
But his eyes were so much more than just the focal of his soul. To Katara, it was symbolic for Aang's steel-gray eyes to hold the same color as the sky above the Southern Water Tribe. Gray and cold and stormy, the blistering storms that punished her people, the sky that loomed threateningly above her head as a child. She never realized how much she loved that color, for while others believed it was a depressing and unfeeling color, to her it was the color of home. And one only needed to look into Aang's limitless gray eyes, those special orbs that sparkled with a love for life, to know that gray was not a drab and emotionless color, but quite the opposite. For Katara, it was the color of home.
Leaning forward, Katara brushed her lips against Aang's, feeling the warmth of his mouth and the sweet, airy scent of his breath. A moment later, Aang opened his eyes, his irises locking Katara's beautiful blue orbs. Again, it was as though she fell in love with him every time he opened his eyes. Because she knew, he first opened his eyes for her, years ago when she freed him from the iceberg, and every day since, his eyes opened just for her.
"Good morning," Aang said, his voice gentle with early morning fatigue.
"Good morning," Katara returned, moving to kiss his lips again. When she pulled away, she felt herself lost once more, falling into Aang's endless depths.
Moments passed, the two lovers staring longingly at one another, drinking hungrily of each others presence as they held one another firmly in their arms. "What are you thinking about?" Aang asked wistfully, his slow smile forming in response to the teasing blushed that formed against Katara's cheeks.
Leaning forward, her forehead meeting his, she smiled in her own alluring way. "I was just thinking about my home," she replied, her lips tickling his as she spoke before bringing the fullness of her mouth against his. "I was thinking about you."
A/N: I don't do drabbles often, but I liked the idea of this story so I wrote it anyway. As always, if you're kind enough to read, please be kind enough to review. Thank you.