A/N: Gibby Prompt. Had a craving for this one, hope you like it. Kataang. Rated M.

The two teens chased each other through the busy streets of Ba Sing Se, laughing as they each have near collisions with foot traffic through the city. Aang was on her heels and she turned to see him, her eyes getting wider as she darted down an alley. He was sure to catch her eventually. He flew up to the roof tops and followed her. Katara looked at the ground and saw his shadow running along her own. She laughed harder and changed directions, making it to his home in the upper ring and closing the door before he could get in. She leaned against the door with her chest heaving, laughing hysterically.

When she calmed herself down to just a small giggle, she wondered idly where he was and why he wasn't trying to push his way inside. She opened the door just a sliver and peeked outside, looking for him. No sooner had she done so did arms wrap around her waist and pull her back into him. She gasped and turned her head, only to receive a kiss on the cheek.

"I will always catch you." He teased and they both fell into laughter again. She closed the door and turn in his arms, letting him back her into the door.

"True as that may be, I'll always give you a good run. You got in through the window then?" She said and kissed him through her giggles. Their lips melded together and the laughter turned to smiles, soon muted to soft, delicate kisses. She smiled and took him, turning him and pushing him into the door. He came against it with a thud and looked down at her.

"What has gotten into you today? You're so playful." He asked with a cheeky grin.

"Are you trying to say I am boring normally?" She pouted and wrapped her arms around his neck.

"No! I just mean-"

"Shh." She said and kissed him with an entirely different feeling than before. He felt his temperature rise as her lips worked on his and he happily wrapped his arms around her again, tilting his head and deepening the kiss. She caught his lip in her teeth and he knew exactly what kind of mood she was in. It was just him and her and the heat increasing between them. He was scared of going too far, but they both knew when to stop. At least he did. He ran his fingers through her hair with one hand and cupped the back of her head, slipping his tongue between her lips. She accepted him all too quickly, slipping her tongue against his and letting their breathing synchronize. Katara pressed her body against his and he was gladly trapped, in the only place he wanted to be.

Her arms came down and traced the muscles that had appeared over the last two years. Down his neck, his shoulders, feeling his chest. She sucked on his tongue and he gave a small moan, sending shivers down her spine. She let him loose and dipped her head passed his ear, nibbling on his lobe. He let out a shaky sigh, his hands traveling down her back resting at the curve of her spine. She smiled. They were still new to all of this, but she had figured out what he liked very quickly. With her lips at his ear and whispered in the most seductive voice she could muster.

"Still think I'm boring, Aang?" Her hot breath sunk into his ear and made him shiver now, his grip on her tighter.

"No." He answered softly, completely at her mercy.

She smirked and sucked at the skin just under his ear, making neck arch so she could get a better angle. His heart was beating so fast and he felt dizzy, as he a few times before. She let her tongue drag down his neck and over to his shoulder, so incredibly slow. He was getting frustrated and pleasure at the same time. He intended to make her pay for the teasing.

He turned her and switched places, pushing her against the door and holding her waist, his lips were at her neck, biting her flesh softly. She let out a small whimper and blushed, embarrassed that she gave in so easily. He was rather proud of himself and slipped one hand up her body, coming over her breasts and giving a lifting squeeze. She threw her head back and tried not to moan, but it was in her throat and he heard it. She reached her hand down and grabbed him through the cloth of his pants and everything stopped. His hand and lips, while still on her body, didn't move. She slid her hand along his hard length and she could her him breathing heavier. They usually stopped here but something pushed her forward.

She took her free hand and gripped his shirt and they switched again, throwing him against the door. Before he could ask, she slipped her hand inside the band of his pants and pulled them down, exposing him. He blushed and she looked down, looking at what she had felt for the first time. She must have been looking for a while because his voice came softly to break her concentration.

"Do you have to stare?'

She looked back up at him and was blushing.

"I'm sorry, it's just, um… where's the rest of it?"

"Excuse you? I am fully equipped." He said, a little angry at her accusation.

"Spirits, no! I can see that. Um…" She ran her fingers through her hair, both of them in a very awkward situation. "How… where's the skin?"

"What?"

"The skin? You know, the bunch of skin that's supposed to be on top?" She asked.

"Oh that." He said with a laugh, feeling much better. "The monks cut that off when I was a baby."

She looked down at him and held him gently in her hand, feeling him pulse.

"Why? That seems barbaric and cruel." She asked while not meeting his eyes.

"It's just part of our culture. Also it's an easier way to keep it clean. And it makes us less sensitive."

She smiled and stroked him, watching his eyes close and the blush on his face remain.

"Less sensitive? When would that be a good thing?" She asked while playing this him, completely fascinated with him. He tried to talk but all that came out was a moan. She smirked and realized she suddenly had complete control over him. She leaned forward and gave him a kiss, making her grip tighter on him. Her fingers around him was something he hadn't expected today, but he had dreamed of what it felt like. And it was better. the fact that he had no control over her hand was completely erotic to him. He took her in his hand roughly, kissing her back and letting her taste intoxicate him. She stroked harder and faster and he was moaning into her mouth, holding her so close to him. She ran her thumb over his head and felt warm droplets of pre cum. She used it as lubricant and pressed against the head with her whole hand.

"Do you… should we stop?" She asked and hesitated.

"Only if you want to." He said , trying not to move his hips.

"Do you want me to?"

"Do you want the truth?" He asked looking to her. She nodded.

"I would do anything for you to continue." He said, his eyes heavy lidded. She felt her insides tense up at his words and she bit her lip.

"Beg." She said softly.

"Wh-what?" He asked, completely bewildered. Her mood today was insatiable. She stroked him once very slowly and pressed her forehead to his.

"I literally have you in the palm of my hand." She leaned forward and was at his ear again. "Tell me…" she stroked him again. "…what you want."

"Please Katara." He said and she moved her hand a little faster, gripping a little tighter. the friction was starting to feel uncomfortable to him and she could tell. She let him go and he opened his eyes. Without a word she brought her palm to her lips and licked her hand, quickly taking him back in her now lubricated hand and moved faster. He moaned louder, letting her know that this was much better. She kissed him and he harshly took over her lips, wanting to taste all of her. In that moment when she was stroking him so fast he questioned why they were waiting. He wanted to rip her clothes off right now and make love to her. But, somewhere in his mind, a voice said no. So he took what he could of her in his hands, rolling the mounds on her chest and making her moan into the kiss. He had to stop his hips from moving. She just kept going faster and faster and soon he was going to spill over. He moaned and she gripped tighter and he bit her lip, feeling his climax rip through him as he thrusted into her hand.

She felt the hot cum drip down her hand and broke the kiss, letting him take a breath. They stood there for a minute while he came down from his high. He looked down and saw the mess he had made.

"Katara I'm sorry… let me help you get cleaned up."

"It's okay, what do you think I was going for?" She said and pulled his pants back up. She gave him another kiss and smiled, walking to the bathroom and washing her hands. He was right behind her. She bent the water off her hands and he leaned against her, trapping her from behind against the counter. She looked at him in the mirror and he moved her hair, giving her neck a soft and tender kiss.

"I love you Katara."

"I love you too."

"Thank you."

"You're welcome." She closed her eyes as he embraces her from behind, peppering her neck in thankful kisses.