"I really should get back to work," he groaned, ripping his face from her inviting neck.

Hot breathes mingled slyly. She was still too close. Too warm. Too much.

Her waist was so soft, as was her thigh. Her velvet smile touched his neck. Her teeth marked him. Her unbuttoned shirt, her ruffled up skirt, her dishevelled hair, that sultry smile… it was too much.

Katara's small hand cupped his neck, tracing the blue line down his spine – fire to the touch. The other… was already removing Aang's belt.

"So, leave."

It was a dare. One which defeated him immediately.