Author's Note: Another oneshot exploring Kataang intimacy. I sincerely appreciate those of you who've read each one thus far. As always, enjoy!

Disclaimer: Avatar: The Last Airbender © Mike DiMartino and Bryan Konietzko

They were moving faster than usual this time.

Katara was vaguely aware of this thought, a glaring warning that seemed to rapidly fade in favor of focusing on how good it all felt—their arms entangled around each other, Aang's mouth pressing to hers, chastely at first, but growing in need with more pressure, more want and longing.

What had started as a simple kiss goodnight was already deepening into something more, heading into a new territory they had yet to cross in their physical relationship—up until now, at least. It became all the more apparent when Aang's tongue touched her bottom lip, as if seeking entrance, and Katara parted her lips in return. His tongue slid into her mouth, a strange yet welcome presence. She shivered when he brushed it against hers, releasing a faint moan that had traveled up from the back of her throat.

Swept in a current of burgeoning yearning, Katara tilted her head and glided her tongue into his mouth this time, stroking it against the inside of his cheek. He groaned his approval, the reverberation sending a thrilling shiver down the length of her spine as the corners of her lips ticked up. She loosely cupped her hands together behind the back of his neck, while Aang slid his hand across her chest, fingers gently kneading her breasts.

Whether it was from him initiating it, or her body taking on a mind of its own, Katara found herself reclining against the wool blankets that made up their bed, and Aang gladly followed her lead as he situated himself above her. Now with the full weight of him lying on top of her, she could feel all of him—his heartbeat pounding against hers, his strong, slender legs tangling between hers, all the while his lips moved ravenously over hers. It was all absolutely incredible. As their kissing deepened, she became aware of something hard poking her stomach, and her hips instinctively rolled upward, eliciting a deep groan from him in response. Is that his—

Abruptly, Aang tore his lips from hers, and Katara's blue eyes fluttered open to gape into his dilated gray eyes that now stared down at her in a wild panic. His chest quickly rose and fell with alarmingly shallow breaths, and his face had flushed a deep crimson.

"Aang?"

Despite her gentle voice of concern, he scrambled off of her, sitting upright on their bed and drawing his legs to his chest. Katara caught the way he winced in discomfort just before he buried his face against his knees.

"I'm sorry," he muttered, his words barely audible with his face pressed against his legs.

"For what?" she asked, her initial concern dwindling in the wake of her rising confusion. His body language remained tight and rigid, arms encircled around his legs and face still hidden. She reached out to rest her hand on his back in a comforting touch, but he recoiled with a rough shudder, and her hand immediately drew back. "Aang. Talk to me."

"I can't," he said. "I'm too embarrassed. I'm too…"

"Aroused?"

The word left her lips before she could stop it. Aang finally lifted his head to look at her, eyes round and unblinking. She met his startled expression with a smile of understanding as she shifted closer to him. Though he remained a tightened ball of nerves, a calmness managed to overtake her in that moment.

"You don't have to hide your desire for me," she said, her voice soft and assuring. "I feel it for you, too."

He blinked. "Really?"

The question was so innocent and earnest that Katara couldn't help the smile that spread widely across her face.

"Mine's just more hidden than yours," she explained, and before she could push away the daring suggestion, she added, "I could show you, if you want."

The flash of fervor in Aang's eyes that lit up and darkened all at once gave her the answer even before he nodded in response. She took one of his hands into both of hers and brought it between her thighs, where she let go, letting him decide what to do next.

She kept her gaze on him even when his eyes dropped to his hand, which now hovered over her core. He finally reached forward, brushing his fingers over her underwear. She sucked in a breath, and he looked up at her, fingers suspended, until she exhaled the breath, softly and fully relaxed, letting him know she liked it.

Aang swallowed, holding her gaze, his voice rough with aching desire as he asked, "Can I touch you…underneath?"

"Yes," Katara said.

She gasped when his hand slid into her underwear, fingertips skimming her entrance in a gentle yet exhilarating touch that made her muscles involuntarily clench. When he dared to move them a bit deeper, he, too, gasped at the way they slid inside her with such ease, gliding along the warm wetness of her inner walls.

Her heart raced at the thought of these very hands that had saved the entire world, putting an end to a century-long war, now touching her so intimately. A burning desire coursed through her when Aang looked into her eyes in a vulnerable, pensive stare.

"Wow," he said at last, a breathlessness in his voice that amplified her desire all the more. All too quickly, he withdrew his hand, holding up his glossy fingers, slick with her arousal. They both seemed to stare in wonder for a moment, when a devious smirk slid across Aang's face. "I bet we could bend this."

Katara's face ignited with a powerful blush, yet her pulse secretly quickened at the crude yet admittedly arousing thought. Her gaze suddenly dropped to focus on his very much still prominent arousal, straining against the fabric of his underwear, as if desperately begging for attention.

With a smirk of her own lighting across her face, she flicked her eyes back up at him and asked, "Can I touch you?"

Aang blinked, so silent now that she could hear the sound of him swallowing.

"Yes," he finally said. "But what if I…get too excited?"

"What do you mean 'if?'" Katara asked with a playful grin.

It was just the thing to break the tension as a timid smile broke across Aang's face, which she gingerly took into both of her hands before leaning forward and kissing him. He fully melted against her lips, and they both moaned as their tongues met again, craving the taste of each other.

Eventually, Katara broke the kiss with a delighted twinkle in her eyes. She reached down, delicately grazing her fingertips over his underwear as he had done with her, taking joy in the way he drew in a soft breath. When she dared to cup her palm against him, his hips impulsively jerked toward her hand. He froze, eyes fluttering with rapid blinks, as though he'd surprised himself by his reaction to her touch.

"Are you okay?" Katara asked, her natural concern getting the best of her once more. "Did I touch you wrong?"

Aang shook his head, settling back down with a quiet exhale.

"No," he said, a gravelly texture to his voice she hadn't heard before, making her heart skip a beat. "The opposite, actually. I liked it a lot. You can—touch me underneath, too. But only if you want to."

"Yes," Katara said, surprising herself with her instantaneous response. "I want to."

She kept her gaze on his face as she slid her hand into his underwear, touching his hardened flesh for the first time. She felt a distinct twitch as she wrapped her fingers around his length. She gave him an experimental stroke, caressing every inch of his taut, warm flesh, noting how Aang's chest fell with a slow yet noticeably shaky exhale.

Any initial hesitance vanished in favor of curiosity as Katara found herself unable to look away from him, intrigued by her own emboldened feelings stirring within her. She wanted to study his every expression, to watch him come undone by her touch alone. When she reached the head, she instinctually swiped her thumb over it, and a soft grunt escaped him in response to her careful yet sensual touch.

As she continued stroking him, Katara soaked up each one of his reactions—the way his eyes blackened with desire, the way his entire upper body flushed a flattering shade of red from the crown of his head to the tips of his ears all the way down to his collarbone, and finally, the way his mouth stretched in a flourishing rush of pleasure as he expelled a soft moan.

She took it all as a sign to keep going, picking up her pace in the process. She gave him a light squeeze as her hand moved faster up and down his length. He moaned again, much louder this time, and her heart leapt at the sound, so unrestrained. It was extraordinary to get to witness him in this heightened state of pleasure as she studied the way his breathing came out in roughened exhales in the same quick rhythm of her hand stroking him. He lolled his head back as he let out a long, shuddering breath, shutting his eyes.

Right then and there, she knew he was close. She circled her thumb over his tip once more, feeling a drop of moisture now. Her fingers tightened as she pumped her hand in repeatedly fast strokes. She reached out with her free hand, cupping it beneath his chin and bringing his face to hers. Their lips met in a heated kiss, moving together almost sloppily as Aang was quickly losing all control. After a while, he broke away, his breathing coming out faster than ever before.

"Katara," he whispered simply, as if in a strangled cry for release.

"Let it out, Aang," she said, her tone surprisingly calm and steady despite her own racing heartbeat. "Don't hold anything back."

As if on her command, his entire body seized up, and she watched intently as he exploded with a deep and heavy moan. The warm, thick liquid of his release came out in spurts, dripping over her fingers as she kept moving her head up and down his length. The slickness only added to the friction, making it easier for her to glide her palm up and down him as he pulsed in her hand.

With her last few pumps, she felt him softening, and finally, she withdrew her hand and held it up to her eyes, rubbing her thumb and index finger together to really get a feel for the texture of his fluid. Her eyelids sloped down as she met Aang's gaze.

"Oh, yeah, we could easily bend this," she teased.

His harsh panting gradually softened the longer he stared at her in his post-euphoric haze, a relaxed yet glowing grin stretching widely across his face. Her heart radiated at the sight of it.

"You are the master," he said, matching her suggestive tone.

With a smirk dancing across her lips, Katara lifted her free hand. She drew her fingers together and spread them apart, gently guiding the milky substance off her hand before disposing of it. Once done, she cupped her hands together in her lap, pleased with herself and feeling strangely titillated, especially when she noticed the renewed look of hunger in Aang's eyes.

Sure enough, he leaned forward and caught her lips in a resounding kiss that had her moaning so loudly she nearly surprised herself at the vigor of it all. She promptly wound her arms around him, squeaking into his mouth when he cupped a hand beneath one of her legs with newfound boldness and brought it around his waist. His other hand slid across her chest, massaging her breasts before roaming down the length of her torso and finally grazing the sensitive space between her legs. She groaned into the touch, desperately wanting him to explore her body further. As if sensing her rising need, Aang broke the kiss with a new lustful glint in his eyes.

"We have to get you there now," he said resolutely. "Let me know what feels good as I touch you. Okay?"

"Okay," Katara breathed.

There was no question that she implicitly trusted him to take her onto this new and unexplored road to pleasure. With their mission set, his lips were on hers once more, now taking her bottom lip into his mouth and sucking on it. A high-pitched moan exploded from deep within her, leaving her lips tingling and her heart beating even faster. His tongue soon found hers again, sending an electrifying shiver down her spine as he rolled it against hers like a sweeping wave.

The determination in Aang's movements were certainly succeeding in doing their job as Katara was already melting against him, responding to each one of his passionate kisses, all driven by his goal to bring her to that high peak of pleasure. She jumped when his hand slipped between their bodies, grazing down into her wet center. This time there was no hesitation as he slid two fingers inside her to feel the depths of her heated wetness. She released a quivering moan, tilting her head back as she fully lost herself in the sensation. Her breathing quickened in time with his fingers gliding against her wet walls with consistent force and an energetic rhythm.

"So good," Katara moaned, arching her hips into his touch. "You can—add another."

"Gladly, gorgeous."

The sound of Aang's confident and assured voice coupled with the way he seamlessly added a third finger had Katara helplessly writhing from his deeply sensuous touch. He curved and straightened his fingers inside her, massaging them along her inner walls, and in doing so, he managed to brush against her swollen bud. Immediately, she sucked in a sharp breath as her eyes widened with a jolt of searing pleasure.

"Oh, yes, Aang," she gasped. "Right there. Do that again."

He complied, purposely slowing down the motion so that his curled fingers fully swept against her tightened bundle of nerves. When he hit the spot again, he nudged his fingers even farther, giving her a tantalizing stroke and causing her walls to clench. Her mouth dropped open with a silent cry of ecstasy when he suddenly pressed his thumb directly on the spot, stroking it. Her body shook as an absorbing wave of pleasure cascaded from her head all the way down to her toes.

"Is this good?" Aang asked.

"It's amazing," Katara said, entirely breathless.

With his fingers sliding back and forth inside her, his thumb started rubbing her in rigorous circles. The pleasurable feelings coursed through her limbs, and soon she was squirming beneath him, losing every ounce of control. In an impassioned fit of need, she looped a hand around the back of his neck.

"C'mere," she murmured, smoothly pulling him toward her and kissing the daylights out of him.

Aang's hand momentarily stopped moving as he kissed her back full force, groaning deliciously when she swept her tongue inside his mouth. He picked up right where he left off, stroking his fingers inside her with a renewed fervor. She whimpered against his mouth as the pressure built within her, losing all focus on everything except for the overwhelmingly pleasurable feelings he was providing her.

"Aang," she whispered in hopes that everything she couldn't coherently speak would come through in the way his name left her lips like it never had before—a tender confession, an awakening of her deepest desires, and ultimately, a full-blown plea to find her release.

Always in-tune with her, Aang drew back to meet her half-lidded gaze as she heaved a long and heavy exhale. She knew she didn't need to say anything more as he clearly could see for himself that she was on the brink of reaching her climax. It was evident in the way her breathing escalated and her wet walls constricted around his fingers with increased tension, all but ready to burst.

With a flash of a strikingly seductive smile, Aang dove forward once more, this time touching his lips to her neck. Katara let out a breathless moan as the warmth of his soft lips completely overcame her. He sucked gently on her flesh, a stark contrast to the amorous energy of his fingers pumping fast inside her while the pad of his thumb rubbed her with concentrated precision.

"Let everything out, my beautiful Katara," he whispered against her throat, warm breath ticking her skin.

The sweet cadence of his voice was the very thing to finally send her over the edge. Katara heard herself cry out as the most intense pleasure ruptured throughout her body. Everything ceased to exist except for this feeling of pure and utter bliss. She wasn't sure how long it lasted, though as she started to come down from her high, she felt her muscles relax even as her heart pounded away from the all-consuming passion still pulsing beneath the surface.

With her harsh breathing ringing in her ears, Katara watched in awe as Aang withdrew his hand and effortlessly bent her translucent liquid as she had done with his. He disposed of it with a simple flick of his fingers, and her eyes popped as another thrilling rush of excitement raced through her. She hadn't expected that to be so…sexy.

"Wow," she said amidst her attempt to calm down her rapid heartbeat and the spark of her desire igniting once more. "As always, you're a fast learner who makes everything look so easy. You never cease to amaze me."

"I learn from the best," Aang said with that look in his eyes, the one that communicated everything he felt about her without the need to express it out loud, his undying love and devotion. Except now, it had a smoldering undercurrent of lingering passion that made her eyebrows dart up in interest.

"Well, I certainly would love to teach you more things of this nature," Katara said, reaching out to slide a hand over his chest. "We can keep learning from each other. You know you're my favorite training partner."

"And you're mine," Aang said with a charming grin.

They eagerly found each other's mouths again, more than ready to continue their exploration.

Author's Note: Kataang smut is so much fun to write, my goodness, haha. Thanks for reading, please take a moment to share your thoughts in a review!