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If You Bend It, They Will Cum	By : Datalaughing Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 96842 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter 4: Avatar Night
The sun was long gone and the moon shone brightly in the night sky as Katara made her way out of the woods. The young waterbender had left her charge’s side to ask Sokka or Toph to get them some water, when she’d exited the tent she found that they were nowhere in sight.
One of them was almost always present outside of the tent where Aang remained unconscious. Worried that something had happened Katara had quickly, and respectfully asked the Earth King if he had any idea where they might be. His majesty was still very depressed, as he had been since their escape from Ba Sing Se, but he’d told her that he saw Toph run off into the woods and that Sokka had followed her a few moments later.
Katara decided that if Toph was really upset about something Sokka might not be the person most well-equipped to make her feel better (oh how wrong she was). Her brother had never been the sensitive type. He’d probably just make things worse. So she’d gone after them in the direction that the Earth King had indicated. In truth, Katara would be glad for a temporary distraction from her self-imposed Avatar-watching duties. It ate away at her heart to have to sit there all day and watch someone she cared about so much suffering. Really, he hadn’t been suffering as much as he had been not moving at all, except to breath, and his persistent lack of consciousness was quite possibly even worse than if he had been suffering but awake, because she had no idea what was wrong or if he was getting any better.
Katara hadn’t gone far into the forest before she heard voices. She knew that it was almost certainly Sokka and Toph, but she approached cautiously just the same. The last thing she needed was to walk right into a Fire Nation patrol just then. However, when she finally made her way to the edge of the small clearing, she’d seen something that she was even less prepared for.
Her brother and her closest female friend were both on the ground, naked. Sokka’s face was buried in between Toph’s legs, and the 13-year old earthbender was writhing on the ground, begging for more of whatever Sokka was doing to her. She knew that Toph must have been very preoccupied with whatever it was, because she didn’t seem to have felt the young waterbender approach, which was an almost unprecedented lack of concentration on Toph’s part.
Katara had learned a few things about sex, the basic idea at least, but she’d never thought much about it. The women of the tribe had told her it was something she’d learn about when she was betrothed. It was something she’d share with her husband. While she knew many water tribe women her age were already engaged or married, it had never concerned her much. Her life was a bit too chaotic to think about getting married. Besides which, she’d been told that her future wedded happiness was secure, that she was destined to marry a powerful bender, and she had some suspicion that that particular bender was at that moment lying back at camp, unconscious.
Suddenly, in contradiction to everything she’d been taught, here were Sokka and Toph, certainly not married, not engaged, not anything as far as she knew, and they were, well, she wasn’t entirely sure what they were doing. She knew, basically, how a man and a woman mated. She’d been told that a man had a “thing,” that he put inside of a woman. She knew about her own private area, and she knew that a boy’s was located in about the same place on their own bodies. She’d even seen them on small boys in the village, including her brother, when they’d been much younger, but that was the extent of what she’d been taught.
Watching the two of them go at it, it was obvious that he was not putting his “thing” inside of Toph. If anything he was putting his tongue inside of her, which was something Katara had never heard of.
As Katara continued watching the intimate encounter between her brother and her friend, she was shocked when Sokka began to reposition himself, his head still positioned firmly between the blind girl’s legs. It was no longer clear whether the dim light making its way through the trees was that of the setting sun or the rising moon, but whatever it was, it illuminated the clearing enough for Katara to get a surprising look at her brother’s “thing.”
She thought she’d seen one, even this one, before, but now she decided that she had been sorely mistaken. She’d seen tiny things, unremarkable. This was huge. She didn’t know how Sokka managed to keep it inside of his clothes. Even more incredible was that after he’d positioned himself so that his thing was hanging right above Toph’s face, she’d taken it in her hand. Not only that, the dumbfounded waterbender actually saw Toph’s tongue come out of her mouth and lick the thing.
Why would she do that? Katara wondered. How would she even know to do that? Had Toph experienced this sort of thing before? Katara was almost certain that her brother had not. There hadn’t even been any girls his age back in their village. Of course since they’d begun their journey he had met several girls, Yue and Suki came to mind.
Katara continued to watch them, knowing it wasn’t right but unable to look away. Toph was actually taking it inside of her mouth now, and if she was reading her brother’s body language correctly, he was loving it.
She heard Sokka say something that Toph didn’t respond to, and a few moments later Katara saw Sokka’s thing fall out of the earthbender’s mouth as Toph’s head rolled back and her mouth opened, screaming. Somehow Katara knew that it wasn’t pain but intense pleasure that elicited that scream, and her own mouth hung open, amazed at what she was seeing. The women at home had told her that sex could feel good, but she had never imagined that anything could get that kind of reaction, especially not from Toph, who never really reacted to much of anything.
The surprises weren’t over as Katara noticed Sokka. He seemed to be going through something similar to Toph, although he was considerably quieter about it, and to her amazement Katara saw that something had begun to come out of his thing. The light was dim, and at first she thought she was imagining it, but something was definitely coming out, shooting out would be a better term, she saw, and whatever it was, it was getting all over Toph.
Finally Sokka rolled over onto the ground, his thing disappearing from view, and Katara decided that she had better leave before Toph regained her composure enough to notice her presence.
Katara quickly made her way out of the woods. The moon was glowing away quietly in the heavens now, the sun having long-since disappeared. She was confused about what she’d just seen. It hadn’t been sex in the way she understood it, but it had certainly been close. And whatever it was, Toph and Sokka had really enjoyed it.
Toph and Sokka. She thought about it. Where had that come from? They all knew that Sokka liked Suki. Katara had suspected that Toph had a little crush on her brother, but she’d never seen any indication that Sokka felt the same way, and this certainly went a long way beyond that.
She had walked, absently, back to her own tent before she realized that what she’d witnessed had more of an effect than simply confusing the hell out of her. As she sat down next to Aang’s body she realized that she was feeling something else. The more she thought about what she’d seen in the woods, playing it over and over in her mind, the more she felt something different in her own body, something down there.
It was warm, and Katara wasn’t sure exactly what it was. She slowly reached inside of her robes with her own hand to feel for herself. She was surprised to discover that her private area was wet, like she’d peed on herself, although she was sure she hadn’t. Even more surprising was the feeling she got when she ran her hand over her lower lips. A shiver went through her entire body. It felt incredible. How had she never realized this before?
Next to Katara Aang was tossing in his sleep. Had she noticed this, Katara would have been thrilled at the positive sign. Up to this point Aang had slept continuously, without a movement or a sound, completely comatose. Now his body seemed to indicate that his condition was closer to sleep than a coma, an extremely positive indicator. Katara, however, was too preoccupied to notice.
The young waterbender was rubbing herself furiously. She’d never felt anything so amazing. Her robe was hiked above her waist and her hand was down her pants moving rapidly back and forth across her slit. She even experimented with slipping one of her fingers between her pussy lips, only to discover that it was even more sensitive there. She continued to frig herself for several minutes, oblivious to anything around her as she felt something building from within.
Her other hand soon followed the first, diving into her pants and paying special attention to the extremely sensitive little nub that she felt. In a few moments her whole body went rigid as waves of pleasure washed over her. Later she would think that this must surely have been the point at which Toph began yelling, but Katara couldn’t get a sound out as her body spasmed and her toes curled uncontrollably.
Katara lay there for several minutes, breathing heavily and attempting to recover from her intensely pleasurable discovery. She could feel that her hands and her pants were now coated with her own juices. Deciding that that might not be the most comfortable thing, she slipped her pants off. She’d let them dry for now and wash them later.
Sitting in the stone tent, now bottomless, Katara looked down and saw that she was soaked, her mound, having just recently begun to sprout a few tiny hairs, was glistening with her juices, as were her thighs. Her hands were drenched. She was just beginning to consider starting again when Aang drew her attention.
“Katara,” he said, the voice was weak, hardly even a whisper.
She looked over at him, shocked. It was the first time he’d spoken since the fight with Azula and Zuko. Forgetting completely the rather embarrassing position she found herself in, Katara bent over Aang. “Aang,” she said, “I’m here.”
“Katara,” he said again. Now she could see that he was dreaming, dreaming about her apparently. She smiled. It was a good sign. He was dreaming, and that meant that he might wake up soon.
“Katara,” he said for a third time, “I love you.”
The Water Tribe girl’s mouth dropped open. After their encounter with the fortune teller Katara had begun to consider the possibility that she and Aang would end up together some day. She definitely had feelings for him. In the beginning it had been more sisterly, but they’d been traveling together for a long time now, and it was different. When they’d had to traverse the cave of the two lovers to get back to Omashu they’d almost kissed. It had been her suggestion, and Aang hadn’t initially seemed that excited about it, but there had been something there. Then at the Earth King’s palace Aang had started to say something before he left. She had suspected, maybe even hoped, but to suddenly have it laid out before her like that, it was something of a shock.
Katara thought about their time together for several minutes as she watched Aang sleep. They had been through so much together. It was hard to figure out exactly what her feelings for him were. More than that, she didn’t even know what it felt like to love someone in that way. It wasn’t like anyone had ever described it to her. As she watched Aang tossed and turned, a pained expression on his face. It looked like her was having a nightmare.
A nightmare about loving me? Katara thought to herself. Then it came to her. A nightmare about loving me when I don’t love him. And just like that she realized, she really did love Aang. Yes, they were friends. Yes, he’d been like a brother to her since she’d first met him, but when she really examined how she felt, he was more important to her than a friend, more than her brother. She couldn’t imagine life without him in it, and she knew that that had to be love.
The beautiful girl from the Southern Water Tribe leaned over the sleeping Avatar. “I love you too, Aang.” She told him firmly, and she punctuated the statement by pressing her lips to his.
She held the kiss for several seconds. She closed her own eyes, savoring the first kiss with the man that she loved. Despite the fact that he was about as boyish as they came, that is what he was to her, the man she loved. Somewhere inside of herself she secretly hoped that the kiss might work like it did in fairytales, and that when it was over Aang would wake up. It was that hope that finally got her to break the kiss.
When she pulled back Aang was still asleep, but he had a smile on his face. His dream world had taken a turn for the better. Katara sat for a moment, taking in his sleeping form and contemplating the incredible change their relationship had undergone as he slept. Would he remember when he woke up? What would he say to her? What could she say to him?
Then Katara noticed something that sent the other concerns flying from her head. A conspicuous bulge had suddenly appeared in Aang’s pants. Something looked like it was trying to get out. Katara remembered wondering how Sokka kept his thing inside of his clothes with it being so big, and now Aang seemed to be encountering the same problem, which was odd because she’d never noticed it before. It seemed to have come out of nowhere.
The waterbender reached out very slowly. She knew that she shouldn’t. It wasn’t right for her to do what she was considering while he was asleep, no matter how they felt about each other, but she couldn’t stop herself. It was like her brain was telling her that she had to stop, but the rest of her wasn’t even listening.
She touched the bulge lightly. It jumped. Katara’s hand drew back quickly. She hadn’t expected it to move. She looked at the Avatar’s face. He was still sleeping, the same quiet smile looking back at her. She reached out her hand again, extremely wary of what might happen, but still unable to resist. When she placed her hand at his crotch she felt it jump again, but now that she was expecting it she didn’t draw back. She moved her hand, exploring, tracing the thing’s contours beneath Aang’s clothes. It seemed to be irreconcilably large, like what she’d seen in the woods. How could they be that big? She couldn’t imagine men walking around like that all the time. She was sure she would have noticed them all concealing something this size.
There was no way around it. She had to see. She needed to see it. To examine it and find out for herself what they were like. Katara reached up and fumbled with the knot that tied Aang’s pants so they didn’t fall down. After a moment she had it undone and without a second thought she pulled them down. She would have had them all the way off if she hadn’t been distracted halfway.
She kneeled there, hands around his pants and mouth wide with astonishment when she got her first real look at Aang’s member. It was incredible. Despite being younger than Sokka, Aang appeared to be rather more well-endowed than the young warrior, at least it seemed that way to Katara.
Aang’s thing stuck straight up toward the ceiling, the impressive shaft topped with a bulbous head. Katara couldn’t take her eyes off of it. She’d had some idea what she would see when she removed his pants, but she hadn’t imagined anything like this. Her hands seemed to move of their own accord as one of them reached out and brushed the head. It jumped again, and was it just her imagination or had it gotten a little bit bigger?
That had to be it, she thought. It changed its size. That was the only explanation for how guys managed to keep something like that inside of their pants without hurting themselves and without her ever having realized. She immediately wondered just how big it could get.
She took a hold of Aang’s thing. It pulsed, seeming to expand a little, but she couldn’t sure. Her fingers could just manage to encircle it. Then, remembering something she’d seen Toph do in the forest earlier that night Katara moved her hand up and down slightly to see what reaction that would elicit.
“Oh, Katara.” Aang’s sleeping form moaned.
The young waterbender couldn’t help but smile. Aang was dreaming about her doing exactly what she was doing, and he was enjoying the ministrations of the dream-Katara. She decided that she was going to make Aang’s dream as enjoyable as possible. Maybe if a kiss had failed to wake him, something a bit more intimate would do the trick.
Mimicking more of the movements she’d seen Toph make, Katara stuck out her tongue and give Aang’s thing a lick. She remembered how much Sokka seemed to enjoy it, and Aang’s body said that he liked it as well. She tried it again, this time making one long, firm stroke of her tongue all the way from the base of his thing to the tip. Aang’s body jerked almost out of her grasp when her tongue reached the underside of the crown.
She was about to try actually putting it in her mouth when she remembered something. At the height of the encounter between Sokka and Toph in the woods, something had come out of Sokka’s thing, getting all over Toph. As she recalled this strange occurrence she realized that if the same thing happened with Aang she was going to get rather messy. She didn’t mind that so much, but she decided that it would be best to take off the rest of her clothing and save herself the potential embarrassment of having to explain what had happened to her robes.
She was already bottomless and with a few quick movements she had the rest of her robes over her head and piled in the corner, her budding teenage breasts and their dark nipples suddenly exposed to the cold night air. She reached up and cupped her own breasts, feeling the hard nipples poke into her palms. This felt good to. She realized that for all the time she’d had this body, she hadn’t spent nearly enough time exploring it for herself and feeling the sensations it could give her. She promised herself that for the future, but for the present she had someone else’s body to explore. After that thought she decided to remove the rest of Aang’s clothing as well. She slipped his pants the rest of the way off, and then wrangled the rest of it up over his head, tossing the lot on top of hers in the corner. Now she was ready to get back.
Aang’s thing seemed to have shrunk slightly again, but a touch from her hand had it quickly back to its full size, a process which continued to fascinate the water tribe girl. One hand moved slowly, sensually up and down his shaft. She ran the other across his now bare chest. Aang was very young, but his body was toned and powerful. His chest and stomach were muscular and strong, a fact which belied his boyish nature.
Katara took a moment to admire it. She gazed at him and ran her hand all along his upper body, his powerful arms and chest, his toned stomach. Somehow it was making her really hot again. After a moment she reached up and grabbed one of her own breasts. Then her hand slowly moved down her body until it arrived between her legs again. She was getting incredibly wet again and began to touch herself.
Her one hand had never left Aang’s thing, but she realized that as she became more and more excited it had begun moving faster. She chided herself momentarily for being distracted from what she was trying to do for Aang, and to make up for it she went back to licking his huge member. She did not, however, stop using her free hand to pleasure herself while she did it.
Before long she had her lips wrapped around the young Avatar’s thing. She was able to put three or four inches inside of her mouth before the pulled it back out. Her other hand continued to stroke the remainder of its considerable length. Every now and then he would moan or say her name, but always in a far off sleeping way.
The hand moving between her legs soon had her so excited that she wasn’t even really thinking about what she was doing anymore. Her hands and her mouth continued as if they were on autopilot as her mind was completely lost in the intense pleasure of the experience. Then she climaxed for the second time, her body wracked with waves of pleasure, she cried out soundlessly, Aang’s thing still in her mouth.
And before Katara even realized it Aang began to climax as well. Her only warning was a grunt from his sleeping form, completely drowned out by the rather distracting sensations coursing through her own body. Then he began to shoot his seed into her mouth.
The first blast went straight down her throat. She instinctively pulled back immediately, coughing and gasping for air. The fountain of sticky white liquid continued for a few seconds, some landing on her chest, stomach, and legs, some landing on Aang’s body.
Katara gagged and gasped for a moment. She’d known to expect it, but she hadn’t been prepared. It had happened to suddenly, and for a moment she was frightened that she would drown in his juices. She quickly regained her composure and her breath. She took a few deep breaths, appreciating for a moment the ability to breath that is usually taken for granted. Then she actually felt some of the mysterious substance still in her mouth. She rolled it around for a second, trying to decide what to do with it. The taste actually wasn’t half bad, salty, but not bad. She swallowed. The sensation of it going down her throat was strange, but also somehow enjoyable.
Katara licked off some of it that had ended up on her left hand. Yes, she thought, she could definitely get used to that taste. She raised her other hand licked her fingers before she realized that that hand had been between her own legs. She was tasting herself. She decided that it wasn’t as good, although it did have its own charm, and it wasn’t nearly as thick as the gooey white stuff that came from Aang.
She looked around and realized that his stuff had gotten everywhere, all over her, all over him, and she was going to have to clean it up. She scooped a glob from one of her breasts and slipped it into her mouth. It was the easiest way to get rid of the evidence, she decided. Besides which, she rather enjoyed it. Then she got another idea. Katara looked at all of the cum on her body and Aang’s, and then she concentrated on it. Slowly it began to rise, leaving their bodies. She realized that there was enough water in it for her to manipulate, although it moved through the air sluggishly, as if it was water weighed down considerably by something else. Slowly it all collected into a ball in front of her. She considered what to do with it and decided that her original plan still had merit. A streamer came off of the ball and flowed toward her mouth. Before long it had all disappeared between her lips, which closed into a smile after being licked suggestively by her tongue.
She looked at Aang’s face again. He was still sleeping and still smiling. She also noticed that the thing, whose size she had been so astonished by, had shrunk to a fraction of its previous glory and was lying limply between his legs. She finally understood exactly how they managed to hide those things so well. Although she still wasn’t completely clear on when or how it got bigger. As she watched him she wished fleetingly that after having shared such an intimate experience they could hold each other. Since he could not, she decided that she would have to do enough holding for the both of them.
She straddled the unconscious Avatar, moving into position directly above him, her knees on either side of his waist and her hands supporting her on either side of his arms. She looked down into his sleeping face and kissed him again. She thought for a moment that she sensed him kissing her back, but decided that it must be her imagination. Then she lowered herself and collapsed into him, her arms wrapping around him as best as they could, her hard nipples digging into his chest.
She clutched him to her and kissed him again, savoring the feel of their bodies pressed together all along their length. When she’d begun her explorations she’d felt guilty about taking advantage of Aang’s unconscious form, and if she’d imagined then to what lengths she would eventually go, she would certainly have never begun, but now she was clutching his naked body to her own, not giving a second thought to the impropriety of the situation.
Katara could feel Aang’s soft thing rubbing against her own private area as she clung to him. She realized how well constructed men and women were for each other that they fit together so conveniently. Then she had a thought. They’d come so far already. Was she prepared to go even farther? Had Toph and Sokka done it after she’d left them in the clearing? She didn’t think they’d come back yet, Were they out there doing it right now? She was getting hot again just thinking about it. She began, almost unconsciously, rubbing her slit against his thing which was beginning to get bigger again. At the same time the motions rubbed her incredible breasts into Aang’s chest, causing her even more excitement.
The fact that he was still asleep didn’t occur to her. She’d cleared that hurdle in the beginning and hadn’t looked back. The only question was, was she ready to take that step herself? The things she’d learned throughout her life told her that she shouldn’t, but the ecstasy that she’d experienced in this one night seemed to outweigh all of the things she’d been told.
The more she considered it, the more aroused she became, the harder she rubbed her own body against his. And the more she did that the more she began to think that it was a good idea. Finally she decided that there was absolutely no reason not to do it. She raised herself up, preparing to put Aang’s thing back in her mouth, in the hopes of sucking it back to hardness, only to find that it had gotten back there of its own volition. Actually, it was a result of wet slit rubbing against it as she considered the idea, but she didn’t realize that immediately. Neither did she particularly care, as long as he was ready again.
She positioned her body directly above his once-more-erect member, and reached down with her hand to hold it in place. She looked down at Aang’s face, and a last moment of doubt crept into her mind. Then she looked at his rock-hard thing, and her dripping pussy and it was gone again.
Katara lowered herself very slowly, wanting to savor her first time, something she knew instinctually was important, was special. Then she felt the head of his thing make contact with her pussy lips and thought suddenly that there was no way that it was going to fit. She rubbed the head back and forth across her lower lips, still thinking that it seemed far too large to go inside of her, but it was also making her incredibly aroused, and finally she put all of her weight down and plunged it in.
Several thoughts raced through her mind within the fraction of a second that followed. First she was amazed that it actually did manage to go in. Then she was shocked by the intense pain that she suddenly felt. Then she thought that she must have done something terribly wrong for it to hurt like that.
Katara looked down and saw that Aang’s thing was completely buried inside of her. Maybe it had been too big. It certainly felt like something was wrong. She sat completely still for several moments, afraid that any movement would just intensify the pain. Then it began to recede. The pain faded away, and Katara’s fear soon followed it as she began to feel the incredible sensation of being completely filled by Aang’s thing.
She wiggled her hips slightly and gasped. It still hurt a little, but beyond the hurt was a pleasure even more intense than anything she’d experienced so far. She turned slightly to the left and to the right, savoring the incredible feeling. She could feel the friction along every inch as the foreign object inside of her rubbed its entire length along her inside walls.
She realized that she wasn’t sure what to do from here. She understood that men and women had sex by putting the man’s thing inside of the woman, and she’d done that. It felt great, but she knew there was something else. She needed to do something else. Intellectually she had no idea what that something else might be. Instinctually, though, she knew, just as every member of the human race knows when the time comes.
Katara raised herself up, goggling at the intense feeling that she got as Aang’s thing rubbed against her insides on its way out, the mushroom-like head scraping against the length of her passage as it made its way back out. Then when it was almost completely out she plunged back down, sending his thing and waves of pleasure through her body again.
The pain had subsided almost completely by her second trip down the Avatar’s member, and now she felt only the pleasure. If the pain was noticed at all it was as a counterpoint, a spice that, if anything, made the pleasure more intense. Katara couldn’t imagine why the women in her tribe had told her to wait for her betrothal before finding out about sex. It was incredible. She thought that if she’d known how amazing it was she would have been doing it for years. After another moment’s thought she was glad that she had waited. If she’d wasted her first experience on someone undeserving, like Jet, it might not have felt nearly as good. There was no doubt in her mind now that she and Aang were destined for each other, and she was glad that her first time experiencing these amazing things had been with him, even if he wasn’t awake for it.
Katara moved herself up and down and back up along Aang’s considerable length, ecstatic with pleasure as each inch plunged and the receded. Before long she was leaning back and moaning with unimagined pleasure as she repeated the process over and over.
She supported herself with one hand while the other flew, seemingly of its own accord, to her clit and began to rub it furiously. Her pace gradually quickened, and as she moved up and down again and again her breasts began to bounce, trying to keep up with the rest of her. It was a sight that could have sent any sane man over the edge, so incredible was it. Fortunately or unfortunately, depending on your perspective, Aang remained unconscious and completely oblivious except for what he saw in his dreams, which, as it turned out, was a rather impressive approximation, although not nearly as amazing as the real thing.
Katara continued to bounce up and down faster and faster, her breasts flying back and forth, her hair wild, her face contorted with passion. She climaxed, wave after wave of intense pleasure flowing through her like a never ending ocean of sensual fulfillment, but this time it didn’t seem to even phase her. Her body continued its motions, even as her toes curled and her mouth flew open with a soundless scream.
Before her first orgasm had a chance to subside it was followed by another and another until she felt herself sink beneath that incredible ocean of pleasure. Aang had climaxed as well, at some point, sending jet after jet of his seed deep into her body, but it had escaped her noticed, and finally she collapsed, exhausted from the night’s activities, onto his chest.
They both slept, their naked bodies pressing against one another. Aang’s dick softened and fell out of her pussy where it had found its home, and their love juices and some of her blood, the last remaining evidence that she had once been a virgin, mixed between his legs as they spent the remainder of the night pressed against one another, their breathing eventually falling into a soft pattern.
Aang opened his eyes for the first time in days. Light had begun to filter into the rather large earthen tent that Toph had constructed for his recovery, and he wondered vaguely where he was. His memories were jumbled, and in the moment between sleeping and waking he saw flashes of things that might have been real but seemed like dreams or sometimes like nightmares.
He closed his eyes again to allow his head to clear, as it usually did upon waking up, but there was something wrong. It didn’t clear. The jumbled images tried to come into focus but just became more jumbled. He saw Zuko and Azula. He saw Toph and Katara. None of it made much sense, and why did his head hurt so much?
He opened his eyes again and came to the sudden realization that wherever he was, he was not alone. He looked to his right to see a face only inches from his own. It seemed so familiar.
“Katara?” Aang asked after a moment. His voice was weak and hoarse, and he was momentarily surprised that the strange sound could have come from him.
Katara’s eyes fluttered open, and it took her a moment to register what she was seeing. Then she suddenly sat up. “Aang,” she said, a huge smile coming to her face, “you’re awake!”
Aang was mixed up, and the intense pain in his head wasn’t helping. So it took him even longer to register what he was seeing. He looked at Katara for a long moment, as her hopeful face beamed down at him. He felt like he could look at her smile forever, like he could fall into it and forget all of the problems, the jumbled thoughts, and the pain. He never wanted to look away from that face, but when he did his brain finally registered something else. She was naked. He was looking at her naked body. Her beautiful brown skin and her pert, perfect breasts crowned with their dark nipples were displayed right there in front of him.
It took him a second to form words in his mind and even longer for those words to find their way to his mouth. Even then the words came out once again in that strange damaged voice that he was almost certain could not be his own. “I, I thought it was a dream.”
“What was a dream?” Katara asked. Then it came flooding back to her. She remembered what Aang had been dreaming about and what had happened. Then she realized that she was naked and quickly moved to cover herself with her hands. She blushed furiously.
She looked back at Aang, flustered and unsure of what to do next. She saw his face, looking back at her questioningly. She could see that he was confused and very weak, and she decided that they could work all this out later. Right now he just needed her.
She put her arms around him and pulled him close, his face buried in her chest. “It was a dream come true, Aang, for both of us.” She hugged him for a moment and then whispered into his ear, “I love you.”
He made a sound that she suspected was him returning the sentiment. Then she let him lay back down and got the last of water to give him. She’d never gotten any more water the night before. So it was almost gone, but she got him to drink what was left.
As Aang drank it he realized that his throat was incredibly parched, and he savored the feeling of the water trickling down his throat. Katara watched him for a moment, fearing he would drift off again. She needed to get him some more water, but before she could move he spoke again.
“Katara,” he said feebly.
“Yes, Aang?” She replied, urgently, ready to get him whatever he needed.
“Can we do it again … sometime … now that I’m awake?” Every word seemed to take a lot of effort for him to get out, but Katara couldn’t help smiling even wider at what she heard.
She leaned down and kissed him on the lips, which he obviously wasn’t expecting but seemed to enjoy immensely. “Definitely.” She replied. Then she got up to find some more water and maybe some food for her recovering friend, her recovering lover.
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