A breathy sigh escaped her lungs as she drank him in, her eyes tracing Aang's chiselled body.
A seductive smile – just for him – carved itself onto her lips when she saw his grin. Her hands found his black hair when was above her, kissing her; she was transported into her personal heaven.
However, the ringing of the doorbell interrupted them and Katara begrudgingly checked the security footage on her phone. The sight she saw immediately turned her off.
Glaring desperately into their cameras stood a drunk Zuko, her husband's business partner.
"Katara! Open up! I forgot to kiss Aang goodnight!"
