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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Avatar:_The_Last_Airbender
  Relationship:
      Aang/Katara_(Avatar)
  Additional Tags:
      Exploration, Exposure, Guilt, Temptation, Unresolved_Sexual_Tension,
      Teenagers
  Collections:
      Kink_Bingo_2013_(Round_Six)
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-08-07 Words: 1306
****** Paroxysm ******
by SaraJaye
Summary
     It wasn't as if he'd never seen her skin before, but suddenly it has
     an effect on him that he didn't quite plan for.
It wasn't like he'd never seen her skin before. They practiced waterbending in
their underclothes all the time...granted, he liked what he saw, but he was
usually too busy trying to learn the moves to think too much about it. Well,
unless she got really close to him. And even then he always managed to force
himself not to get distracted.
Her Fire Nation disguise didn't reveal much more than her underclothes did, in
fact the sarong and the pants covered her sufficiently...below. Up top was a
whole other story. Her shoulders bared by the skimpy top, her navel exposed by
the low waist of the sarong, even the way the gold bracelets accented her dark
skin.
The first time he'd seen her dressed like that, he thought she was beautiful.
But day after day of seeing all that exposed skin was beginning to awaken new
feelings in him.
She's more than beautiful. She's...very, very attractive. No, she was more than
even attractive but he worried even thinking the word would seem perverted.
They were still young, they had an invasion to plan and they were deep in enemy
territory. No, now was the worst possible time to be thinking of her in that
way.
So he tried to push those feelings aside. It was just her shoulders, only her
navel. You've seen her in less and managed to concentrate. Stay cool, Aang.
Stay cool.
But her exposed flesh taunted him, as did all the little things she's always
done. The way she twirled her hair, the way her top rode up when she raised an
arm, the way she held her chopsticks. Her laugh, her walk, her scent,
everything. At this point he was going to need a cold bath just to be in the
same area as her.
So he took cold baths. He meditated. He reminded himself every hour on the hour
that she was his friend, just like Toph, Sokka, Appa and Momo were. Okay, so he
hadn't done an elaborate and passionate dance with anyone else...nor had they
kissed him on the cheek later that night. Or twice before. Or held his arms and
hands to help him master a basic bending stance, or-
"Aang?"
He yelped, tripping over his own feet and landing at hers. Monkeyfeathers, even
her feet are gorgeous! Grumbling, he picked himself up and took several deep
breaths.
"Hey, Katara."
"Aang, are you okay? You've seemed a little out of it lately," Katara said. Out
of it was just the tip of the iceberg. Heh, iceberg. Get it? Because she found
me in one.
"I-I've just had a lot on my mind! Y'know, the invasion and all." He swallowed.
"Really, it's...nothing." She frowned, placing a hand on his shoulder, and he
had to bite his tongue to keep from yelping again.
"Aang, I don't think this is about the invasion. Actually..." She twirled her
hair around her finger, in the way that never used to drive him crazy but made
him want to jump on her and kiss the living daylights out of her right now. "I
feel like you're trying to avoid me lately."
Oh. Katara wasn't known for her bluntness, so if she had to come right out and
say it...well, it's true, isn't it? Because of the way you feel around her.
"Well..." He sighed. "Katara, it's not you, it's-" Oh, the old it's-not-you-
it's-me excuse, that'll go over great. "It's complicated. I...you see, the
thing is..." And her bare flesh was taunting him once again and logic and
reasoning were fleeing fast. And before he realized what he was doing his lips
were pressed against hers, his hands squeezing her arms. Only when she began to
kiss back did he regain his senses and jerk away, guilt wracking him. "No, no,
no! Ugh, Katara, I am so sorry, that was-"
She cut him off by pulling him into her tent, kissing him just as fiercely as
he'd been kissing her just a moment ago. Her hands were everywhere, tugging at
his clothes, in his hair...and this time when logic and reasoning fled, he
simply let them. His hands caressed her bare shoulders, her clothed breasts,
his tongue slipping into her mouth as she pressed her body against his.
"Katara," he gasped when they finally broke the kiss for air. "Katara, I-"
"Aang." She tossed his jacket aside, pressing her teeth to his collarbone, and
neither of them spoke after that. He slipped his hand under the tight fabric of
her top, stroking the softness of her breast while his other hand drifted
towards her waist. Her hands tugged at his pants until he was exposed, her
fingers closing around his erection. With a cry, he slipped his hand under her
sarong and between her thighs; warmth and wetness met his probing fingers and
he stroked her until she was bucking against him. When he pulled her top down
to kiss her nipples her other hand caught in his newly-grown hair, holding his
head tightly against her chest as her thighs tightened around his hand.
Sweat, desire, chills and electricity ran through his body; it was more intense
than anything he could have imagined, even the dreams about what he knew the
battle with the Fire Lord would be like even with the eclipse coming. She was
warm and giving and he wanted to give her more and more and as her hand moved
faster and faster everything became a blur around him. And then suddenly it was
over, Katara screaming her release into his shoulder and Aang barely aware of
his own fluid coating her hand.
When he finally had a hold of his senses again, guilt was the first thing that
came to mind. This was because I lost control of myself, what if Katara hates
me for making her do this, what if-
"Aang."
She was smiling. He looked down at his hand, coated in the wetness of her
orgasm, at her hand coated with his. She'd kissed him, let him touch her, let
him undress her part of the way.
"I...I'd apologize, but..." He sighed. "I didn't want to say anything. I've
known how I felt about you for a long time, but I know we're still young and
we're in the middle of a war, and-"
"Me too." Katara blushed. "That is, I've liked you for a while now. Ever since
we danced that night I've wanted more, but...well, like you said." She laughed.
"I'm glad you finally did something about it. I was going to, really! But you
beat me to it, and, well...I'm glad."
"Good!" Relief flooded him, after all the stupid guilt and embarrassment he'd
been feeling she really had wanted this. "I'm just sorry I kind of pushed it on
you like that, telling you might've been the better way to go."
"It would have," she said, "but it wouldn't have been nearly as much fun." Her
face grew serious as she bent their fluids away with a flick of her wrist. "We
can't do it again, though, not until after the invasion. As good as it felt, we
have a mission to focus on."
"I know." Aang sighed. He didn't like it, but he knew as well as she did that
defeating the Fire Lord had to come before all else. "Don't worry, I'll have
better control of myself from now on."
"Good," she said, even as she looked a bit disappointed. She pulled her pants
back on and straightened her top while Aang put the rest of his own clothes
back on. "So...I guess this outfit was a good choice after all." He blushed.
She knew?
"You should keep wearing it even after the invasion's over," he said, and they
both laughed.
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