Author's Note: Poor Aang isn't going to get any sleep, lots of smooching, hormonal teens, some fun with bending sessions in the moonlight, and revenge. Yes, they are older.

The moon did strange things to her, it always had. But a full moon left her downright restless and unable to concentrate on anything except releasing her pent up energy.

Katara sat up and pushed the blanket off. The night was clear, warm, and the moon above was bathing everything in silvery light and scattering along the top of the nearby lake like diamonds. The campfire was nothing more than a few glowing embers and her companions were clustered around it, all sleeping peacefully.

Her gaze landed on Aang's sleeping form, which was nestled in Appa's fur. He was on his side, facing away from her.

The waterbender gently laid her hand on the young Avatar's shoulder and shook him. He turned his head, opened one eye, and mumbled something, before burying his face in Appa's fur. She shook him again.

"C'mon Aang. Wake up."

The boy sat up and rubbed his eyes sleepily, before slumping forward and closing his eyes. "Katara, I'm exhausted."

The girl folded her arms and scowled at him, careful to keep her voice no more than a whisper. "I'm sorry. I thought we could have some alone time."

There was no response from the young Avatar who was dozing back off to sleep. His hormonal teenage mind had processed the words "alone time," but his weary body wasn't getting the message. Katara looked around the campfire to make sure everyone was still asleep before leaning in close to Aang and taking the tender flesh of his earlobe between her lips and nibbling. The boy sucked in his breath sharply.

"You aren't going to let me sleep, are you?" He whispered as she trailed kisses along his jaw line.

Aang got his answer as he felt Katara's hands pulling his tunic from the waistband of his pants before taking both of his hands in hers. She stood and pulled him to his feet, leading him to the sandy shore of the lake. When she was sure that they were sufficiently hidden by the tall rocks around the shoreline, the waterbender pulled the young Avatar into a long slow kiss.

The airbender felt her hands lifting his tunic up and he momentarily pulled his lips from hers to allow it to be pulled over his head. Katara tossed the garment to the side, wrapped her arms around his neck, and kissed him again. His lips were warm against hers; his fingertips were trailing up and down along the length of her spine, finding her braid and unraveling it.

A soft moan escaped her lips as his mouth moved along the curve of her neck. Aang's hands were at her waist, untying the sash and she shrugged out of her robe, letting it fall into a blue wreath around her feet.

It wasn't unusual for the two of them to end up in partially dressed. Being near a lake could make for a quick and easy excuse for their lack of clothes and never had either one been more grateful for the ability to waterbend then the couple of times Sokka had almost happened upon them. Even the former Fire Lord himself was not nearly as scary as an older brother on the warpath, armed with a boomerang and deadly aim.

Katara's lips found his once again, mouths moving against each other, tongues exploring.

She suddenly let out a shriek as a blast of cold water hit her square in her rear end. He was grinning.

"Oh you are going to get it." She said, narrowing her eyes. She flicked her arm up and then back towards her body, summoning a large stream of water that drenched Aang.

Katara stood there smirking as the boy wiped the water from his eyes.

"I'm still the better waterbender." She smiled triumphantly at him and then leaned in to kiss him. Before her lips touched his, she felt her feet no longer on the ground and the sudden shock of cold water surrounding her body. She surfaced, sputtering, and ready to take revenge on the young Avatar who was now laughing.

"I'm the better airbender though." Aang smiled.

Oh she was going to make him pay. Katara climbed out of the lake and back onto the shore, cupped his face in her hands, and kissed him.

The young Avatar was clearly shocked. "You're not mad?"

Katara shook her head, continuing to kiss him. The waterbender moved her hands from his face, her fingertips moved lightly over his chest and abdomen. She trailed kisses from his mouth down his neck, her fingertips journeying dangerously past his navel. She could feel the quickened rate of his heart beat and his breathing, the rise in his temperature, the soft moans and sounds of pleasure emitting from the boy trembling beneath her fingertips.

She smiled against his lips before pulling away and starting to walk back to their camp.

"Katara…" Aang whined.

The water tribe girl turned, taking a small note of satisfaction of the pained, desperate look on the boy's face.

"Good night, Aang. I hope you sleep well." She smiled sweetly at him and turned, heading back to their campsite.

The smile only grew wider when she heard the sounds of splashing in the cold water behind her. 'Revenge is sweet.'

Author's Note: Poor, poor Aang. LOL.