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It was a sunny day, which is not surprising for the Fire Nation. Meetings are over for today, so we могли can both relax and spend time together. Even Sokka, who often kept an eye on us to make sure we didn't do anything "inappropriate," was missing somewhere.

So Aang and I were sitting by the pond in the courtyard of the Royal Palace. Or rather, I was sitting with my back against the tree trunk behind me, and Aang's head was in my lap. I moved my hand lightly, gently bending the water to keep it from splashing. I think the airbender was napping, as his eyes were closed, and his breathing was calm. I didn't move much, so as not to disturb his sleep. I studied his face. Aang was so cute when he was sleeping. I couldn't believe I'd ever foolishly rejected someone so gentle, so kind, so caring...

After a while, I noticed that my hand was beginning to trace the tattoo of Aang on my forehead. My hand stood out sharply against his skin. My skin was much darker, the color of mocha. His skin was pale and peachy.

- Actually, it feels good, - Aang whispered, and my hand stopped, and I shivered.

- I thought you were asleep, - I said when his eyes opened.

I could have stared into those thunderstorm-like eyes forever, but Aang cut me off.

- I was asleep, but when I felt you tracing my tattoo, I woke up, - he said.

- I'm sorry to bother you, Aang, - I apologized shyly.

- I liked it, Katara, - he confessed, his cheeks flushing.

- Really? - I asked.

- Yes, go on, - he said, then closed his eyes as I returned my hand to his arrow.

I ran my fingertips carefully over his tattoo. As an experiment, I also ran it over his skin without tattoos. Then she traced the arrow again. To the touch, the skin with the tattoo was different from the skin without. It was a little rougher (in a good way), or something. I heard a slight groan and blushed at the sound.

"He definitely likes it, " - I thought.

- Do you feel them differently? - I asked in a whisper, afraid to ruin the moment.

- Yes. They are very sensitive. So, when you run your fingers gently over them, it makes me feel good, - he explained softly.

— Did it hurt? - I asked, still running my hands softly over his skin.

- Yes, - he admitted. - The tattoo artists did it for hours. I couldn't move or even sit properly for another week… But it was worth it.

- Why?

— Because it showed that I was a Master airbending... because you like it, - he replied with a smirk that made me blush.

- You're brave... and yes, I like that, - I admitted, also smiling.

- I'm glad, - he said quietly, and then we fell silent.

I continued to run my fingertips slowly and gently over his arrow tattoo before pulling away. I carefully rolled up my sleeves, thinking he'd tell me to stop, but he didn't. Now I was running my fingertips over the tattoo on his arm. I could feel his supple muscles under my skin.

- You know, I could sit around doing this all day, - I admitted.

- I don't mind, Katara, - he said without opening his eyes. – I'm all yours.

I blushed furiously but kept touching his tattoos.

We continued to sit by the pond. It wasn't every day that Sokka didn't bother us.