Hesitation

"Aang...I want you... Please."

Aang stared at his girlfriend lying in his arms, his whole body buzzing with want. Her eyes stared right into him, communicating to him in a way they had never before. His mind was swirling with an array of emotions and doubts. The mature thing would be to politely decline, sleep in his bed, and talk about it the next day- sober. But every part of his body was screaming at him to kiss her, to see where this would go. To give in to her sudden desire for him. He wanted her so badly. He wanted to let his lips roam her body, let his ears take in the little pants of her admiration. The physical reaction to her was making him go crazy with need.

He tried to sort through his thoughts logically, trying to find a way to give in to her without possibly making a decision they both might regret. But he felt ready to dive in and take whatever she would throw at him, he felt eager to explore this new part of their relationship, which they both had neglected and deprived themselves of. She slid her hand down the back of his neck to his back. His mind immediately threw out all remnants of logical reasoning.

"Fuck it." He whispered under his breath, leaning down to kiss her again, deeply. She groaned into the kiss as he placed his hands on her waist, pulling her closer to his body. He felt every part of her press into him. He felt her rapid heartbeat through his hands, and how she pulled away every once in a while to catch her breath, as if she had been running a marathon. His hands felt her skin slowly starting to glisten with a mild sweat. He couldn't get enough of her.

He pulled her on top of him, so she was straddling him. Immediately after this decision, he groaned at the sudden change of pressure on his erection. Katara noticed this and didn't hesitate to rock her hips back in a sudden motion, almost instinctively. She couldn't help but let a small moan slip out of her as she felt him fully under her. "Fuck, Katara." He groaned, pulling away from her lips with shut eyes. She looked down at him with heavy eyes, taking in the sight under her. His hands were tangled in her hair. His lips were swollen and his eyes were shut, eyebrows furrowed in an almost concentrated expression.

"What?" She asked, innocently. She had stopped moving her hips and just looked down at him. Aang's eyes shot open. "You're making me crazy, woman." He replied in a whiny voice. She leaned down to his ear, letting her hips move slightly as she shifted to let her whisper to him better. "Why? Should I stop?" She kept her voice as innocent and sultry as she had previously. His head leaned back in frustration. "Damn it Katara I have the worst boner of my life right now! What makes you think I want you to stop?!" He blurted out, almost comically. He was simply frustrated. Katara was truly making him go crazy with lust, driven purely by the need for more of her. He had never felt this way before.

Katara smirked and started kissing his neck, something she had recently discovered he liked, very much. Aang automatically pushed his hips up to meet hers, groaning at the mix of pleasure this girl was giving him. Katara pulled away, lifting her hips in a teasing manner so there no longer was any friction between them. She was teasing him, and he was fed up with it. He moved his hands down to her hips in a fraction of a second, pulling her down onto him with an uncalled-for amount of force. This made her yelp at the sudden impact, which slowly morphed into a moan as he guided her hips back and forth, sliding along his erection.

He pulled his head back and leaned into her to whisper in her ear. "This is exactly why I can't sleep with you. I can't control myself." His words made her shudder, a wave of pleasure riding over her as she moved her hips to his rhythm. "I don't want you to. Show me how much you want me." She replied in a low voice which made Aang shiver. He took this as an invitation. He smirked. "Oh yeah?"

He grabbed her by her waist and flipped her over, so he was pinning her down on the bed. He held both of her wrists up in one hand and used to other to move her hair out of the way. With her bare neck lying below him, he started kissing her. He kissed her cheek, down to her jawline, and just under it. "I want you all the time." He paused, continuing his work of leaving sloppy kisses on her upper neck. "You're all I fucking think about."

He slid his hand into her hair, tugging at it slightly as he worked his way down her neck, which let her slip out a moan. "Aang-" She shivered noticeably at his touch, squirming under his hand. He worked his way back up to her ear, "You wanted this." He hissed at her, which only made things worse. She felt herself getting hotter by the second. Aang didn't hesitate to continue down her neck, adding more and more pressure as he went.

Eventually he was tired of not getting enough of Katara. Kissing wasn't enough for him, he wanted to mark her. He wanted to show the world that they belong to each other. His kisses started getting stronger as he applied more suction. (ew i hate the word suction but y'all bear with me it's the only world i could find ☹️)

Teeth started to nip at her sensitive flesh underneath his lips. He focused on one spot to the side of her neck where he knew she was particularly sensitive. And it was noticeable how much of a difference this had made. Katara's lips let out an array of pants and breathy, high-pitched moans. Immediately Aang felt his body temperature rising and his blood rushing out of his head, his pants growing tighter and tighter.

"Aang..." It sounded like she was trying to communicate something, but kept getting drowned out by the sheer amount of her own pleasure. He stopped to look down at her, allowing her to finish whatever she was trying to say. He cocked his head to the side and raised his eyebrow in a teasing manner. Her eyes shot open, the once piercing blue color now having morphed into a deep sensual sapphire.

She groaned in a whiny manner and tried to pull him back, closer to her. "Don't stop.." She whimpered, hooking her legs around his hips to push them down. When that didn't work, she tried pushing her hips up against his, in a desperate effort to feel any kind of the pleasure she was chasing. Aang winced in ecstasy at the brush of her hips against his, but he managed to regain his composure.

"Did you want to say something?" He requested, in a low teasing voice. She looked away, flushed. Her face was beautiful. Eyes heavy, lips swollen, glistening with a thin layer of sweat, messy hair and a raging shade of crimson taking over her expression. "Kiss me and I'll tell you." She leaned on her elbows behind her so she was closer to his face, an invitation for him to kiss her.

The kiss was sensual and ragged, both parties slamming their lips into each other to get as much of each other as possible. It was fiery and full of desire, causing them both to pant afterwards. Katara didn't hesitate to lean up to his ear. "I want...more." She paused to take in the physical reaction he had to her request. "I want more than just kissing, Aang. I need more." She was almost whimpering now.

His breath came out in shuddered waves as he thought of all the ways they could continue with each other, further than kissing. "My pleasure." His voice rasped lowly in her ear, each word making her mind race to all the possible scenarios he could put her through. He slowly led his hands down from her head to her shoulders, rib cage, then waist. Her eyes glued to his movements in anticipation. He started untying her dress, eager to take in her body underneath him.

(using the original dress from the series yall)

The dress fell open to reveal her leggings and shirt underneath. He didn't hesitate to throw it to the side of her bed. Usually he folded her clothes if he ever undressed her, but the heat of the moment made it hard to think about such little nothings. With no hesitation, he started to tug at her shirt. He shot a quick glance down at her, a kind of 'are-you-sure?' glance, to which she nodded eagerly. She sat up to make it easier for him, and he slid her long sleeved shirt off of her body, over her arms.

He immediately noticed the new lacy blue bra she had on. It was beautiful. It was light blue and slightly see through, yet still provided support and shape. It had intricate blue flowers sown onto it so it wasn't too sheer, put together with thin navy straps. It accentuated her body and shape perfectly. "Well that's new." He half-whispered under his breath. She smirked at him. "Nice, huh?"

He scoffed in awe at her comment. Nice? It was breathtaking. Nothing in the world compared to the sight in front of him. Katara- his Katara- lying beneath him, half naked, basically wrapped up like a present in lingerie-like underwear. "Nice? I- yo-... Wow." He said, almost as if he were out of breath. Which he was- just the sheer amount of excitement and lust that was washing over him was enough to knock him out for a week.

The leggings were the next to come off. He shimmied them down her toned waist and proportionate hips, then down her strong thighs and off her legs. They were ravenously tossed to the sight with no after thought. Undressing her completely only made his heart beat faster. Was his blood pressure rising? He wasn't sure, but he was dizzy just looking at her.

Toned legs, smooth mocha skin, slim waist with beautiful full hips. His eyes trailed up her thighs, stopping just where the two limbs met at her hips. She had been wearing matching blue, lacy panties. Similar to the bra, they were see through and had thin straps. It looked beautifully fragile, like stained glass decorating the most beautiful piece of art- Katara.

It took him at least 30 seconds just to stare at her, taking her in fully. He couldn't believe his eyes. Without Katara interrupting him, he could go on for days, just basking in her beauty. "Stop staring..." His eyes shot up to her face, which was completely crimson due to her embarrassment. She slinked her arms around her body, trying to cover herself nervously.

Aang grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head with one hand, like he had done before. With his other hand he started caressing her body, trying to memorise every single one of her curves- every nook and cranny of her body. He wanted to be keep this memory for the rest of his life. He leaned down to kiss her and whispered to her, "You're perfect, Katara." This didn't help the raging blush she had been wearing for the past ten minutes.

She bit her lip and looked up at him. He was hovering over her, one hand pinning her down and the other resting on her bare waist. Slowly moving up and down, which made her mind go numb with lust. Her eyes trailed down to his pants, which were obviously a lot tighter than they were earlier that day. She gulped as she tried not to look at his raging boner. Just as she was about to look back up, he had picked her up and rearranged their position.

He was now leaning against the headboard of the bed, sitting underneath her. She was lying comfortably on him, on her back. This allowed him perfect access to her torso, thighs, neck and center. She could feel his almost bulging erection under her, which only turned her on more. His breath was hot as he panted next to her ear, his hands wandering over her body.

He trailed his hands up and down the sides of her waist, then down to her hips and her thighs. One hand made its way back up, and the other stayed on her thigh. Her breath hitched as his warm hand slinked over the thin layer of her bra, taking her in as much as he could with his touch. "Fuck you're so perfect Katara." He whispered into her ear, just making the heat in her stomach grow hotter.

He pulled her closer to him before moving his hand across her inner thigh, leaving a trail of goosebumps behind it. Eventually, he got high enough to feel her panties. He stroked softy against her center, making her moan with relief. "You like that?" He asked, trying to make her experience as pleasurable as possible. "Mm hmm..." She groaned, her eyes closed and back arching for more of his touch.

His hand moved up to her lower belly, just above her lacy underwear. This allowed him to slip his hand under the thin material. He held his breath as he slinked his hand down beneath her soaked panties. His hand travelled lower until he felt her warm, wet folds. Katara took a sharp breath, her back arching harder. Her hips instinctively moved against his fingers, making her moan helplessly. He didn't move.

"Aang. Please." He smirked and started nipping at her neck. He moved his fingers in a clockwise motion with light pressure while kissing under her jawline sloppily. Katara's eyes shot open and she let out a shaky moan. Her hands started grasping at the bedsheets frantically. Her whole body was tense and her breaths were sharp. Her chest was rising quickly as she was gasping for air while Aang absolutely wrecked her nerves.

His fingers stopped moving and her body fell limp. Her hands let go of the bedsheets and she groaned in disapproval. Slowly, he moved his hand further down to the source of her wetness. She noticed what he was trying to do and gasped lightly. He teased her, rubbing his middle finger up and down her opening, making her tense with anticipation. Just as she was about to say something, he slowly pushed himself inside.

Her breath hitched as she felt her walls tensing around his finger. It felt as if her body was opening up to him though simultaneously closing in on him. His finger slowly made its way all the way inside of her. It felt like this was the most her body would allow her to take in, and she went dizzy just thinking about Aang fully inside of her. Was that even possible? Even this hurt the slightest bit.

He stretched his finger in and out of her center, trying to ease her into getting used to the sensation. With every movement of his fingers, he planted another kiss on her neck. As he felt her body gradually relaxing on top of him, he curled his finger. She let out a load moan as he went deeper, hitting her sweet spot. Just after he did this, her muscled tended up once again, her hands balled into fists, grabbing at the sheets.

Her movements were slightly frantic, as if she were in pain. But from her moans he could confirm otherwise. "Ah fuck Aang-" This was the only thing she could conjure up as a sentence in her mind, which was completely filled with him. His hands, his body, his lips, his voice. Just him. He consumed her, and she only wanted more. She felt pure ecstasy mixed with passion and sex. She couldn't get enough of it.

Katara had touched herself before, mostly in frustration due to her and her boyfriend not letting themselves give into each other's needs. And she did it very rarely. But nothing compared to the feeling she was experiencing at that moment. Nothing she had ever done to herself was comparable. She didn't expect Aang to be so good with his fingers, especially considering he had never done it before, but he seemed to hit every spot that sent a shockwave through her body.

His nimble fingers were enduring and strong yet nimble and precise. This probably came not only from his bending, but also his love for intricate crafts. He loved braiding Katara's hair, and making little trinkets for her- like jewellery. A lot of which required extremely steady and flexible fingers, and attention to detail. All of this contributed to him being able to manoeuvre his fingers in a most effective way.

Aang felt Katara's legs start to shake after he had introduced his second finger into her centre. He was plunging his two fingers in and out of her, eliciting some quite lewd sounds from her lips which had only gotten louder and more frequent. It was like music to his ears. The way she panted between moans, how they slipped so easily out of her, and just how she writhed underneath his touch made him want to devour her right then and there.

He could only think about what she would look like wrapped around his erection, a hot and sweaty mess like she was as he played so delicately with her. He could only imagine how she would feel, as wet as she was. Just the sheer thought of Katara like this made him groan in an abysmal need for her. He had never been this hard in his life, and he wasn't exactly enjoying the sensation of his cock practically throbbing in frustration.

He kept getting more and more frustrated. He loved this. He loved seeing her in this state, especially because of him, nothing else compared to her. But his body's physical reaction was killing him. He was so unbearably horny he thought he would explode if he went on like this. Due to all this pent-up lust, he couldn't concentrate on the task before him. He stopped and pulled his fingers out, panting.

He laid his head back and groaned, Katara sitting perfectly on his erection. She was lying on him, completely naked, sweaty and smelling like sex. He couldn't take it. Immediately she yearned for his touch again, slightly annoyed that he pulled away. He noticed how distraught she looked and he lifted his head back up to talk to her.

"I'm sorry... I just need a second." He said, breathlessly. "What's wrong?" Her eyebrows furrowed quickly out of the expression of pleasure to an expression of concern. He sighed. He didn't want to admit it. "I'm so fucking horny it hurts, Katara." Katara burst into a laughing fit as she slinked herself off of him and next to him on the bed. Aang felt slightly embarrassed but he couldn't help but chuckle with her.

This wasn't exactly how he imagined a situation like this would play out- one minute being a hot and steamy perfect scene, to the other being comedic- but for some reason, he didn't mind. He felt comfortable enough with Katara to laugh and talk in these kinds of situations, no matter how 'imperfect' or 'awkward' it might seem to others, to them it was intimate and romantic.

After Katara had stopped laughing her ass off at Aang and his blue balls, she leaned up on her forearm and looked at him. With her other hand, she traced her finger up and down his half-bare torso. "Well I can't help you if you're wrapped up like this..." She said, looking up at him playfully. Without even hesitating, Aang sat up and pulled his robes over his head to reveal his now bare chest before taking his pants off. Katara giggled. "That was fast."

After he was mostly undressed, Katara pounced on him, straddling him. She kissed him like she had never kissed him before, sitting (yet again) perfectly on his erection. "Fuck, Katara. Do you want to tease me all night?" He groaned, pulling away from the kiss in frustration at him being able to feel her completely on top of him- she wasn't wearing any underwear after all.

Katara scoffed a small 'no' at him and kissed his jawline. She made her way up to his ear when she paused and hovered over him. "Do you want to fuck me, Aang?" She whispered in his ear, in probably the sexiest voice he could ever imagine. Not even in his wildest fantasies was Katara this bold. As the words registered in his brain his whole body practically became a goosebump. (lol.) It sent shivers down his spine as his mind swirled with thoughts of her taking him in under her.

He was trying to conjure up a response as she slowly slinked her hand down his abdomen. "Katara, I-" His sentence was immediately cut off as she had swiftly slipped her hand under his waistband and was now lightly stroking him up and down with her fingers. Another shuddering breath escaped his mouth as he tried to regain his composure. This was fleeting though, due to Katara shoving his boxers down and grabbing his full erection in her hand, staring at it from on top of him.

Her hand wasn't moving and her eyes were glued onto him. He looked down to see what she was doing. "Katara?" It seemed as if she was surprised at his length. Aang never felt insecure about his size, it wasn't like he got the short stick in that gene pool. Though he didn't have any size of reference, he seemed content with it. Katara, on the other hand, was thoroughly impressed. Her eyes were slightly wide as she took him in, her hand barely wrapping around the width of him.

She looked back up at him with a worried expression. He immediately leaned on his forearms to look at her better. "What's wrong?" Katara looked down. "Aang... I don't think we can ever have sex." She chuckled slightly. He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. "Why??" He asked. She scoffed. "I can't-...That will hurt." Aang looked back at her with a softened gaze. "We don't have to do anything you're not ready to do, I'm sure one day we'll be able to have sex- and enjoy it." He said, his voice sounding as loving and soft as possible. His face morphed into a smug expression shortly after. "Am I that big?" The pride was dripping out of his voice, his lips smirking.

Katara punched his arm playfully, giggling. He leaned into her for a kiss, smiling into her lips. Without fail, the kiss- along with all the kisses of the evening- morphed into a sensual make out session. Katara's hand, still resting on his erection, instinctively made its way up and down, gripping him throughout. A moan slipped its way out of his lips and into hers. With that, she continued stroking him while making her way down his neck with her lips.

He threw his head back in desperation and pleasure. "Ah-" His voice was tense as he tried to speak, overruled by ecstasy. Slowly his body started to tense up like Katara's had. His hands starting to grip at her hair, back straightened and muscles flexed. He threw his head back and tried to clear his mind as her hand flew up and down his bulging cock, his senses tingling and brain going blank.

"Katara- I can't-" She noticed how tense he was, and how pent up he had been since they had started this whole ordeal. It was clear to both of them that he would last long like this. Her eyes glinted with motivation as his breaths began becoming rapider and rapider. A state she had almost never seen him in- helpless, completely under her control. His face contorted as he whimpered and groaned into her ear, trying to push back the feeling of his oncoming orgasm in his stomach.

Hearing and seeing him like this made her hand move faster and grip tighter, slowly becoming tired from the relentless and repetitive movement. Though she didn't care about her obvious fatigue- she was only focused on finishing him. Making him come under her control. Her kisses became deeper as she nipped at his flesh. Swirling with her tongue and sucking at the most sensitive bits.

His fingers gripped at her hair in a more frantic matter, his groans growing louder and louder. "Fuck, I-" Once again he was cut off by the sheer amount of pleasure that had slammed into him like a freight train. The building orgasm in his stomach had made its way through his body and burst into the most intense feeling he had maybe ever experienced. Katara stroked him through his orgasm as her hands, her stomach and his chest got covered in his fluid.

They both remained there, eyes closed and panting as he tried to shake off the feeling of the orgasm and compose himself. He opened his eyes to Katara staring at her hand. Aang noticed how uncomfortable it probably was for her and was about to bend the fluid away but before he could she swiped up the remaining fluid from his abdomen with her finger.

He was confused as to why she didn't just bend it away but his questions were quickly answered when she placed her fingers in her mouth, glaring at him with heavy eyes. She wrapped her lips around her two fingers and licked them clean. Eyes widened, Aang just stared at her in awe. The view of her sucking on her fingers so sensually, licking them clean of the remnants of his orgasm- he felt his erection spring back, like the previous actions hadn't made a dent in his lust for her.

After she popped her fingers out of her mouth her eyebrows furrowed in an observing expression. She licked her lips. "Mm... Bitter." She stated, as if she were tasting a wine, trying to pin down its specific notes. Aang chuckled at her and bent the remaining fluid away and into the trash. Katara looked back down at his erection, which had barely subsided.

"Seriously?" She said, playfully. "What? Not my fault..." His eyebrows wiggled at her in a suggesting manner, making her blush and smile at him, obviously appreciating the teasing compliment. She scooted forward so she was hovering over his erection, making his breath hitch in anticipation and surprise. Before he could make out what she was trying to do, she kissed him.

He fell into the kiss as he did with all the others, parting his lips to allow their tongues to explore each other. Katara lowered herself slightly, his erection prodding at her entrance. Just the small physical touch was enough to force a moan out of Aang, who wanted nothing more but to thrust into her right then and there, making her unravel on top of him. But his self-restraint prevailed despite the primal need gnawing at him from inside of his stomach.

Katara noticed this and smirked. She manoeuvred her hips so she could sit on top of his erection, without actually letting her take him in. She lowered herself onto his erection, so it lay flat on his lower stomach and her center positioned perfectly on top of it, allowing her to grind on him. Just as she did this, Aang broke the kiss and threw his head back like he did every time she overwhelmed him with pleasure.

They both knew how awfully close they were getting to actually having sex, teetering on the edge of pleasure and self-restraint. Aang felt just how wet she was by her sitting on his erection. His mind was spinning and he could feel himself slipping. He wanted to fuck her so badly. Could he control himself? Not even he knew the answer to that question. But he was trying everything in his might to hold himself back from just pinning her down to the bed and fucking her senseless.

He could imagine her lying there, moaning louder than ever before, bouncing up and down from the impact of him thrusting inside of her. He could imagine her walls, wet and warm, tightening around him as she tried everything not to come on him. His hands covered his face in desperation, miserably trying to hold back.

Katara noticed his frustration and loved it. Knowing she had this amount of power over him made her high off lust. She leaned over him and propped herself up with her hands before allowing her hips to take over, rocking back and forth along his big and hopeless erection. His body tensed up immediately and he sat up, trying to displace his growing sense of losing control. "You're so fucking mean, Katara." He growled, almost in a scolding undertone.

A grin took over her face as she watched him desperately try to hold back. "Tell me what you want, Aang." She said, hips still creating their own rhythm. Aang opened his eyes. "What I want?"

She nodded. He leaned closer to her to look into her eyes. His hands gripped at her waist, almost as if he were in pain.

He whispered in her ear. "I want to fuck you so hard you won't be able to walk tomorrow." She shut her eyes tight as her mind wandered off to what he had said. The fact that Aang— her loving, nurturing and caring boyfriend — wanted to absolutely wreck her nerves in the best way possible, fucking her senseless, drove her crazy. Something about his new dominance made her want to give in and let him do whatever he wanted to her, no matter how radical.

She kissed below his ear, nipping at his jawline before whispering back in his ear. "Well then I'm at your disposal, Aang." Without further question, Aang took this chance. Normally, he would have been surprised. He would have asked her multiple times if she was sure, if she was okay with it. But she had teased him one too many times, and he was fed up with it.

He flipped her over in an instant, grabbing her arms and pinning them above her head so she was helpless. He wasn't going to do anything she was clearly uncomfortable with, but he wanted her to know that he was now in control, and that she was getting what she asked for. With his other hand he positioned himself at her entrance, so wet and warm it made him crazy.

He glanced over at her to see what she was feeling. After she gave him a nod of assurance, he slowly pushed himself into her. His tip was barely inside of her before she let out a disapproving wince of pain. Immediately his glance shot up from what he was doing and up at her face. It was contorted in a mix of pleasure and pain. He stopped what he was doing to ask her if she was alright, and if he should stop.

"No... Keep going."

Although he would've stopped if she said so, he was relieved she wanted to continue. He was aching for this feeling- the feeling of her and him intertwined completely. He continued, slowly pushing into her, inch by inch.

After she had taken about half of him in, he pulled his hips back and thrust himself back in, trying to get her used to the movements they would be practicing hopefully all night. Fortunately, Katara seemed to love it. She let out a loud moan at the sudden action, her back arching slightly and her demeanour starting to match that of previously, when he was playing with her so perfectly.

Aang didn't hesitate to go deeper. Of course, it wasn't easy for her. Every time he went even a little bit deeper, she had to brace herself and try not to stop. But the pleasure that washed over her after the pain subsided made it all worth it. It wasn't like any pain she had every felt before, it was a mix of both pleasure and pain, which usually were on opposite sides of the spectrum. This newfound feeling made her head spin with euphoria.

Slowly, Aang thrust himself completely inside of her. He went as deep as possible, soliciting a hitched moan from both parties. He snapped his hips back again, and repeated the motion, only this time faster. Katara's eyes shot open and she gasped in pure pleasure. "Ah- Fuck, Aang-" The sound of his name escaping her lips like this only made him more motivated.

He gripped at her hips and started creating an intimate rhythm between the two, carefully but swiftly thrusting into her. He couldn't help but groan at the sheer amount of tingling bliss that was ripping through his body. Slowly he gained more confidence. He was hooked on fulfilling his promise, making him start to fuck her faster and harder.

Katara was a mess. She was writhing underneath him, her back arching further than it had ever before, her hands gripping at his back like it was her saving grace. Her skin had developed a sheer layer of sweat and the smell of sex filled the room. She had never been this hot and wet in her life, feeling her center practically dripping at the recently discovered sensation they had both discovered.

Her mouth was parted to allow her desperately moans to escape her throat. Instinctively, her nails started digging into his back. With the movement of Aang eagerly slamming into her, she scratched deep red marks into his milky smooth skin. This only made his situation worse. The mix of Katara's display of pure pleasure and the pain that came with it along with the slamming feeling of intoxicating ecstasy made his stomach tie in knots.

Katara's moans filled the room, along with the sweet smell of her wetness and desperation. The bed creaked as the movements between them only became more and more frantic and erratic. The only thing on both of their minds was each other. They flooded each other's thoughts, not allowing them to think of anything else but sex. Hot, desperate sex.

Katara couldn't help but feel her orgasm brewing inside her stomach. Due to the movements of Aang becoming more sporadic, she noticed he was coming to an end, too. She dug her fingernails into his back as her moans became higher and louder. "Aang- I can't-" She hopelessly tried to warn him of her oncoming orgasm, but it was futile. The only thing she could concentrate on at that moment was pleasure, and nothing else.

His pants morphed into groans and moans as he lost himself inside of her, he could feel her walls tightening as her orgasm was closing in on them. He thrust into her harder, wanting to feel every crevice of her, trying to engrain this feeling into his mind forever. Katara's fingernails found their way deeper into his skin, he was sure she was drawing blood at this point.

With one high-pitched, loud moan, Katara's walls tightened around him, her legs twitching in euphoria. Her eyes rolled back and her back arched like it had previously. Her whole body turned into a twitching mess of perfection. She felt her whole body tingle as a wave of ecstasy washed over her. Aang quickly followed behind her, pushing into her one last time before letting go inside of her.

He knew it wouldn't be any risk to them due to Katara being an expert healer and easily being able to bend it out of her. After a good twenty seconds, they both slowly came down from their post-orgasmic high. The both of them were panting like dogs, foreheads slick with sweat and muscles sore from the sheer amount of activity and strain they had gone through.

"Wow." Aang said breathlessly while pulling out of her. Katara had her eyes close and she focused on not falling asleep right then and there. She was so unbelievably tired and just wanted to sleep in with Aang beside her. She opened her eyes briefly to look at Aang, who was cleaning her up with a towel that was next to her bed. She smiled at the caring nature of her boyfriend.

She sat up weakly and gestured at him for a kiss. All the feelings of lust and sex had dissipated, and what remained was pure innocent love. Both of their minds were filled with dopamine and serotonin from the activity they had just indulged in, so when Aang leaned in and kissed Katara, he felt pure happiness in that moment. He was so happy he was able to give Katara an enjoyable experience, while being able to enjoy it, too. He didn't regret anything and was quite content with the way everything went.

He planted another sweet kiss on her forehead and picked her up to give her a quick bath. A bath would be an overstatement, he just quickly went over her sweaty skin with some basic water bending and dried her off. He did the same with himself, and then went back to her room to get her to bed.

He knew how tired she was, and so was he, so he decided against changing completely, and just put underwear on. The same was done for Katara, and he carefully laid her on her bed before climbing in next to her. He tucked her in and kissed her cheek.

"Goodnight Katara, I love you." He said, in a low, loving voice. Katara turned to look at his glimmering eyes and smiled. "Goodnight" She hummed. She then turned around and immediately started to fall asleep with a big smile planted across her face. She was still drunk, her mind spinning slightly as she tried to clear her mind. Nothing could compare to the feeling she was experiencing at that moment. Pure bliss and raw love.

Aang wrapped his arms around her and pulled her closer to get at much skin-to-skin contact as possible. Not in a sexual way, just because he simply couldn't get enough of her. He, too, drifted to sleep in a slightly intoxicated state, as the alcohol hadn't worn off yet.

They both fell asleep in each others arms, hoping they could stay this way forever, basking in each other's radiating love for each other.