A/N: Sooo, due to some encouragement from certain reviewers, I decided to post this =]. I'm only seventeen and have no actual experience in this field beyond some kissing and stuff, so bear with me if something here just isn't accurate. I thought it was alright though. I guess in this one Aang is about my age if not a little bit older, just because it's a cartoon/anime and they're allowed to be mature for their ages. So yeah, this is a lemon. Except, I tried not to make pornographic, rather...hm, tasteful? Idk. Basically, more "making love" than "screwing" or whatever. I hope you guys like it!
I do not own Avatar: The Last Airbender.
Aang was exhausted. There was nothing he wanted more than to go back into his bedroom and curl up to sleep. But he couldn't, there was too much work to be done. Too many things to read and sign and write about, and not enough time. The hard wooden chair he sat on was beginning to make his back ache and he longed to lie down.
"Aang, come to bed." Katara's voice, smooth and silky called to him from the door, and he had to admit it was almost too tempting. But duty came before personal desire, it always did.
"I'll probably be done in an hour." He answered, barely stifling a groan at the prospect of another hour in this uncomfortable chair with his eyes drooping.
"You can finish another time." Before he'd even had time to take notice, Katara had come up from behind him and placed her hands on his shoulders, her hair falling the back of his chair. He didn't dare turn around. That would be the end of him for sure. He could smell her, feel her softness contrasting starkly with the rough discomfort of the desk. She smelled clean, her hair tickling the bit of exposed skin his robe allowed. She kissed his cheek, sighing into his ear.
"Please." She beseeched. He bit his lip. Spirits, why is she so hard to resist?
"Katara." He groaned.
"I'm sorry. I want to come to bed, really, but this has to get done. I-" He stopped as Katara turned to stand in front of him so he could see her. Her hair was a brown cloud around her head and shoulders, and she wore a blue silken robe that tied around the waist and exposed just enough to make Aang's mouth water.
"Look." She started, and though he knew she was trying partly to seduce him, she was also serious, and he saw it in the concern in her gaze.
"I'll help you with whatever needs to get done tomorrow, I promise. I'll do whatever I have to to make it happen. But you deserve at least your nights to yourself, Aang." She told him, and suddenly, he didn't have nearly enough willpower to battle her logic.
"Alright." He sighed, giving her a small smile.
"I'm coming." Katara smiled triumphantly, taking his hand to guide him back to the room they shared. Upon arrival, Aang shut the door behind himself and his wife and stood in the middle of the room to undress. He hadn't bothered to even change out of the formal attire he'd worn to his meeting today, leaving him with entirely too many clothes on.
"Sit down." Katara murmured before he could even get his robe over his head. Aang was a bit confused, but sensed that now was not the time to question her. Besides, she sounded so gentle and loving. Only she, he decided, had the ability to sound that caring and that seductive at the same time. But it was okay. More than okay. So he sat on their bed, groaning contentedly, the soft surface so inviting. Katara smiled, and though it was as gentle a smile as her "sit down" had been, it was also equally seductive. She leaned over him so that the silk robe revealed she was wearing nothing underneath, and kissed him softly on the lips. He closed his eyes, relaxing into its depth and allowing himself to be soothed by his greatest pleasure. But then she broke away, trailing kisses along the side of his face until she reached his ear, which she nipped affectionately, blowing quiet breaths into it and making him moan softly.
"Aang…" She half whispered and half spoke, drawing out the single syllable longingly. He gulped, feeling his entire body heat up and a certain part of his lower anatomy respond accordingly.
"K-katara…" He answered as she trailed those feather soft lips down his neck to stop at his shoulder, which she pressed her face against, kissing along his collarbone as well while with her hands, she untied the sash that held his robe together and then the drawstring at the waistband of his pants. He gasped as the robe slipped off of him, leaving him bare-chested. Goosebumps formed on his torso, but not because he was cold. Katara kissed gently down his chest, every so often moving back up to place a kiss on his lips.
"Cold?" She asked softly. He gulped, he knew his face had to be cherry red by now and his pants very tented. He was waiting for her to pull away any minute now, to tease him and make him beg for her. But she didn't. He shook his head, and then, kneeling before him, she tugged at his pants, pushing them down.
"Katara-" He moved to stand up, to help her. He always felt bad if she did all the work. He didn't ever want her to feel like she was a concubine and he royalty. They were lovers, husband and wife, equals and it was just as much his duty to please her as it was for her to please him.
"Shhh, Aang." She hushed him gently, and looked him earnestly in the eyes, pushing him back down.
"Just let me." I want to do this for you. He read on her face and so he nodded, allowing his wife to resume her crouched position between his legs as she carefully tugged down his loose golden pants, kicking them impatiently out of the way before eying her next task. Aang's underwear revealed the bulge even more clearly and she smiled softly, always flattered that she alone was able to do this to him. His arousal, he had confessed to her once, was not only the result of her beauty, but a result of the mere fact that she had chosen him, that she cared and was willing to give herself to him this way. So she kissed around his abdomen and between his thighs, allowing her tongue to occasionally flick over the hot skin as she placed her hand over the bulge, rubbing it softly through the fabric. Aang gasped, arching into her touch.
"Katara." He moaned.
"Ugh…" If it were any other man, Katara would never have even come this close. But the way Aang said her name, always a combination of both lust and genuine, caring love, made her want to dedicate herself to him this way. He deserved it, deserved all the pleasure in the world. And so she tugged too, at his underwear, sliding it down and tossing it in the same pile as his pants. She looked up at him, so handsome and strong, so powerful, but somehow so vulnerable, only for her. This man, Aang, was all hers. His face was flushed, blue tattoos curving handsomely around his body, lips slightly parted, eyes glazed with arousal, manhood protruding proudly between his legs. She wanted him. Placing her hands on his thighs, Katara tilted herself upwards to meet his lips once more before she whispered softly in his ear.
"I love you." Aang leaned his forehead against her shoulder, bowing in his own way to her.
"I love you too, Katara." She wasted no more time.
"Could you…" She gestured to his legs, a soft blush settling on her cheeks.
"Oh." He too, turned a shade redder as he spread his legs, allowing his wife to return to her kneeling position between them. She touched him gently, reverently, closing her fist around his shaft and running the tip of her thumb over the head. He gasped in pleasure, a loud moan escaping his quivering lips.
"Oh, Katara…" Her other hand just as gently moved to stroke his sack, feeling the shaft in her hand grow warmer and harder with ever caress she bestowed upon him. His breaths soon became pants, and he closed his eyes, his hips bucking involuntarily forward. Deciding it would be borderline cruelty to make him wait any longer, Katara leaned forward, placing several kisses along her husband's arousal before taking it into her mouth, stroking it with her tongue and tracing the blue arrows on his legs with her finger tips. He let out a strangled moan, tossing his head backwards in pleasure.
"Katara…oh spirits, Katara…" He gasped out, panting heavily. That feels so good.
He bucked his hips again, arching his back. Every time, he was reminded of how it seemed almost impossible to feel this good. She moved slightly sideways, leaning her head against his left thigh affectionately as he reached down to stroke her hair in gratitude. He wanted to kiss her, wanted to make her feel this way, wanted to give her the whole world because she deserved every inch of it. She continued massaging him with her tongue, feeling his whole body's temperature increase with arousal.
"I love you so much." He panted, feeling a familiar tightening in his sack and knowing that he didn't have much time left.
"Katara…" he groaned.
"I'm going to-" But she looked up at him with those lovely blue eyes, and he stopped. I know. They said. Just let me. And so he did, closing his eyes and fisting his hands in the sheets covering the bed to brace himself.
"Ugh….oh…Katara!" His whole world exploded into hot, throbbing pleasure as he finally released, spilling into Katara. When he opened his eyes again, she was still there, even as she allowed him to fall from between her lips, resting her head on his lap with a soft smile shaping her mouth. Aang blushed profusely. It wasn't the first time, but this never ceased to give him the feeling of new-ness and excitement and wonder…and a sense of indebtedness.
"Here." He said hurriedly, bending a small stream of water out of thin air like she'd taught him and dropping it into a glass that sat on the bedside table for her to drink. She smiled, accepting his offer with a soft "you didn't have to." It was only after she'd finished her water that he truly realized that he was completely naked and she still clothed in that silken robe. He helped her up from between his legs, half lifting her onto their bed. The robe she wore brushed against his skin as he did so and he marveled again at its softness, but recalled that it wasn't nearly as soft as what he knew was beneath.
"You're incredible, Katara." He told her sincerely, bending forwards to kiss her lips and to wrap his arms around her, bringing her closer. Before he could speak anymore however, she straddled him, pressing him back against the headboard of the bed and pushing her hips against his, causing his arousal to return almost instantly. He moaned, feeling the wetness of her undergarments and suddenly needing to be so much closer, needing to return what she had just given him. So he pulled back, tugging gently at the sash that held her robe around her and gazing into her eyes in a request for permission. She smiled softly and nodded, blushing as he pushed the robe off of her shoulders and then off of her completely, tossing it next to his own clothes. He kissed her cheek, trailing his lips over the side of her face and pushing her hair out of the way to whisper in her ear.
"You're so beautiful." Now it was her turn to blush, and melt against her husband in pleasure.
"Only for you." She promised.
"Only you, my Avatar." Her hands moved over his back, fingers stroking the arrow and causing him to shudder in contentment.
"Aang." He told her.
"Say Aang, Katara…" He pleaded, kissing down her neck and then across her chest, dipping almost to her breasts before she stopped him. He looked up, afraid he'd done something wrong. She almost instantly showed him he hadn't, she was breathing heavily, and her eyes were hazy with both lust and love.
"I know." It took him a moment to remember what he had just said to her.
"I know you like Aang better. But sometimes I just remember how strong and powerful you are and…I only mean it as a compliment." Aang smiled.
"I take it as a compliment. But one of the things I love most about you is that you've always cared about Aang and not the powers. I love it when you call me anything…but could you…" he stopped here, seeming unsure.
"Could I…?" Katara prompted.
"Call me your Aang? That's what I value most about myself, being yours." His hands rested on her shoulders, his eyes shining with all the love he had to give. Katara smiled, a tear trickling down her cheek.
"Alright. Come here, my Aang." She used the same silky voice that had gotten him here in the first place, and he beamed, feeling her place several kisses over his broad shoulders and one long, lasting one on his lips which he returned with unbridled enthusiasm. Before she could pull completely away for air though, Aang pushed her gently backwards so she lay against the pillows on the headboard, and dipped his mouth to where he'd left off, kissing between his wife's breasts and then over them, allowing his tongue to brush against her tanned skin and feeling her breath catch in her lungs.
"Aang…" She panted. His lips were now even lower, kissing her stomach in worship.
"You're so perfect." He told her between kisses, one hand gently caressing her breast.
"You are." She managed to reply, moaning when his lips returned to her bosom, his face nuzzling affectionately against the soft mounds, his chest rising and falling heavily with each breath.
"I love you so much." He answered, placing a last kiss on her cheek before looking deeply into his beloved's eyes. She took one of his hands and laced it with her own, looking up at him and smiling.
"You didn't have to do this for me." She whispered.
"What I did earlier…I wasn't asking for you to return it. I just wanted you to feel good."
"It felt wonderful." Aang caressed Katara's cheek with his free hand, their chests touching.
"But you deserve to feel good too. More than I do." And before Katara could argue, he'd resumed his path down to her abdomen, where his hot breath tickled her skin for a few moments before he looked up, silently asking for permission. She nodded and just as she had done for him, he slid off the last remaining piece of clothing, leaving both of them completely bare. Then, he kissed tenderly around her entrance, hearing her gasp in pleasure and moan out his name.
"Aang…" She said longingly.
"My Aang." Heart swelling with love for her, Aang parted her folds with his fingers, placing a single kiss in her now very wet center before he felt her hand rest on his, stopping him. He looked up, puzzled until he caught her gaze. He saw the invitation in her eyes, but she spoke it regardless.
"Take me, Aang." He felt himself shiver in sheer anticipation and was reminded strongly of their wedding night, the first night of their coming together this way. The first time he'd made love to Katara, the only woman he would ever love. He nodded, carefully settling himself between her legs and steadying himself over her, preparing both of them.
"I love you." He told her, kissing her forehead.
"So, so much." She smiled.
"I love you too." Ready? She nodded her affirmation at him, and felt him push carefully inside. She winced slightly. It wasn't her first time, but they hadn't been married for even half a year and with Aang so busy, they hadn't had a great deal of time for their love making to become regular, much to both of their dismays. Aang stilled within her, waiting patiently and placing a kiss on her shoulder.
"You okay?" He asked tenderly, his voice full of concern.
"I'm fine. You're wonderful, Aang, you know that?" He accepted the compliment, kissing her soundly.
"Only for you, my Katara." She answered him with a small thrust of her hips, encouraging him to continue what he had started. He nodded, beginning a pace that Katara soon found herself lost in. He felt so good, so close, so with her that she couldn't help but fall in love with him all over again. His chest pressed against hers as he thrust rhythmically into her, his breathing becoming heavier as it had when she'd knelt between his legs to pleasure him earlier.
"Katara…" He moaned her name into her ear again and again, bark arching with pleasure as he went faster, more desperately. She felt so good, so right, as though they were made to fit together perfectly this way. Her chest rose and fell with each breath she took, pressing against his.
"Oh spirits, Aang…" She answered his moans with her own, pressing herself against him and looking up into his eyes. He thrust deeper still and she wrapped her arms firmly around him, tracing that tattoo over and over and making him shake with pleasure.
"Only for you, Aang" She told him as his breaths became more labored. He was close, she could feel it, and so was she.
"Only for you…" He pushed into her harder, but still so gently, drowning himself inside of her and taking her down with him. This was heaven, it couldn't be anything else, it just couldn't.
"Aang….oh…Aang…Aang!"
"Katara!" He released hot inside of her, filling her with his warmth and collapsing, sweating and shaking on top of her as she climaxed only seconds after, gasping loudly and clutching Aang as close as he could get. She didn't mind his weight on top of her as they lay together in the moments after their lovemaking, rather, she found it comforting, soothing. Aang was here with her, so present and alive and real that it made her want to sob for joy.
"That was amazing." She breathed to him when he lifted is head to look at her with a shy smile. She stroked the arrow tattoo on his head, smiling tiredly.
"You." He squeezed her hand.
"Are amazing." Katara traced absent minded patterns on her husband's chest, marveling at just how much she loved this handsome young man.
"Aang." She murmured thoughtfully after a moment of quiet caresses.
"Hmm?" He answered lovingly, combing his fingers through her hair, ever in wonder at its softness. He stifled a yawn, suddenly feeling even tireder than he had been before this started, but much happier.
"If I…get pregnant. What then?" Aang smiled at her.
"That would be incredible." He murmured, his hand moving to caress her bare side.
"Mmm. Do you have any special avatar abilities that can tell sooner?" She asked hopefully. Aang laughed softly.
"I don't think so. I mean, maybe Roku would visit me because of the whole special last airbender case thing, but I don't know. You're gonna be the one carrying it, so it only seems fair that you'd know first." Katara gazed lovingly at her husband, watching his eyes droop slightly as she absentmindedly traced the tattoo from his elbow to the back of his hand.
"Yeah. Well…there's time. I think it would have your eyes…" She trailed off, but when her eyes fell again on Aang, his were closed, his chest rising and falling peacefully in slumber. She smiled and curled next to him, kissing his forehead lovingly before allowing her own eyes to close as she drifted to sleep.