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"Kya, are you ready to see Auntie Suki?" Katara cooed to her one-year-old look-a-like, glancing out of the window to see Suki walking towards the door. It was mid-afternoon on Air Temple Island, the sound of lemurs chittering as they flew through the alcoves. Suki had offered to watch Kya for the evening since Sokka planned to pick up Bumi from school, figuring they could give Aang and Katara a break for a few hours. After all, Ba Sing Se University recently requested for Aang to give a lecture on air nomad culture, and Aang had been incessantly preparing. For weeks, he uttered the same phrases to his friends: "I want the next generation to remember my culture," "I can't believe there will be reporters there," "I'm so nervous I could crawl out of my skin." Katara knew that Aang could have done this presentation in his sleep. He was always a fantastic public speaker. Aang historically had a habit of over-preparing for things he cared a lot about, even though everyone knew he would be just fine.
Suki entered the door, brightly greeting Kya and lifting her high into the air. "My Kya!"
Kya smiled, her eyes lighting up at Suki's tone. She had always loved Suki.
Suki looked around the room, raising an eyebrow. "Aang's still reading?"
Katara rolled her eyes. "He hasn't left his study all day. I've brought him rice and nearly had to threaten him for him to eat."
"It's becoming borderline obsessive," Suki continued, hitching Kya onto the side of her waist. "Can't you get him to take a break? Maybe a ride on Appa or something?"
"You know how he gets. It's great that he cares so much, but I agree, it's a little obsessive." Katara sighed.
"Well, if he isn't out of his study by the time we drop Bumi and Kya off tonight, I'm personally going in there and dragging him out." Suki continued, grabbing Kya's bag of supplies. She gave Katara's cheek a peck before turning to grin at Kya, whose tiny fingers reached out to touch Suki's face.
Katara giggled. "Trust me, I'm willing to help you with that." She gave her daughter a kiss and waved as they walked out, Katara sighing with relief at the sudden silence. It felt so rare these days. If Aang were with her, he would have swept her up into his arms and kissed her on the kitchen table. Despite the peace of silence, Katara wished Aang were here to break it.
That's it, Katara thought. She was getting concerned. Working for this long could not be helping him, and she needed to do something. She made her way to the study and peered around the entrance, seeing Aang sitting on the floor and hunched over a book. His study was a rather simplistic room lined with shelves of books, ancient items, even things they've collected during their travels so many years ago. Candles created a dimly lit atmosphere which reflected a thin line of sweat over Aang's shoulder from the heat of the summer. A fountain of water made a tranquil dripping sound behind him. Aang, sitting in shorts and a single sash tied around his chest, barely flinched as Katara entered the room.
"Hey, Aang," Katara spoke warmly, hoping he would look up from his book. Maybe he would be ready for a break, and this wouldn't be so difficult.
"Hey, baby," he murmured in response, polite, but clearly expressing his desire to continue reading.
"How's the studying going?" She took a few steps closer, trying to maintain her optimism.
"I have a lot more to do, I've barely touched the meditation scriptures." He gestured towards a stack of books, Katara's eyes widening at the sheer volume of self-imposed work he had remaining.
Katara walked over and sat on her knees behind him, her hands rubbing the muscles on the tops of his shoulders as she peeked over at the texts that so diligently held his focus. She leaned her cheek against the side of his head. "You've been reading for quite some time, my airbender," she muttered above his ear. The page was filled with information about fauna from air temples, beautiful pictures of flowers and trees. The page number read 253; she couldn't believe he had been reading that many pages just about plants.
"The lecture is only a few days away. I have to be prepared," he responded, half-mindedly. Katara continued rubbing his shoulders as she felt the strong curves, wishing he would use them to hold her. She then found herself frustrated by his unrelenting attention towards his studies, the gaze he dedicated to words on a page rather than to her body. She couldn't believe that she was feeling jealous of a book.
"Suki just picked up Kya, and Bumi is still at school. Which means, your wife is wondering what to do with her time..." she continued rubbing, lowering her hands to the top of his chest, her left hand peeking under his sash. Katara didn't know it, but Aang's eyes slightly closed from the relaxing touch of her fingers. Before she could notice, he flicked them back wide again.
Aang slightly turned his head towards her as he continued reading. "The gardens, perhaps? Or you could read a waterbending text with me," he suggested. Aang had gathered nearly every book he could find on waterbending history during his travels. It was a sweet gesture, and Katara did enjoy reading through them, but reading was the last thing she had in mind. Annoyed, she hummed against his shoulder and moved her lips to lay a kiss on his neck. He froze.
"I think I'd like to spend my time doing something else," she suggested.
He did a slow inhale, similarly to how he breathed before a battle. "Like what...?" he asked, feigning innocence, already knowing where she was going. He knew his self control was about to be tested. This game was familiar to him, as usually it was him who was attempting to distract Katara from her focus. It doesn't matter, he thought. I have no choice. I have to be prepared.
Katara continued her kisses. "It has nothing to do with reading."
The sound of her lips leaving his skin before trailing to a new spot on his neck was intoxicating, but he wasn't giving in. "I'm sure there are other things you could do besides that." Aang was unrelenting. He loved his wife, but there was no way he was going to break his focus with the lecture being so soon. He turned the page of his book.
Katara sighed, her eyes locking on the display case in the corner of the room. Behind a door were items from their original travels that they held as keepsakes. From where they were sitting, Katara could see a White Lotus tile, his old bag of marbles, and the headband Aang wore in the fire nation. She stood up and walked over to the display, an idea forming. Aang watched her motions out of the corner of his eye.
Katara grabbed the headband out of the case and smiled at the memories it brought. When she turned back towards him, Aang met her eyes for the first time since she walked into the room, curious and silently pleading for her to give up her attempts. He looked her up and down as she made her way back to where he was sitting, noticing her wearing a thin bandeau and shorts. Her skin looked so appetizing in the dim candlelight. He couldn't remember the last time he took her in, and felt a small tinge of guilt for not showing her attention. I'll make it up to her after the lecture, he reasoned to himself, looking back down to his text as she sat back behind him.
He had just finished a paragraph about berry bushes when Katara wrapped the headband around his forehead and tied the back. Aang was shocked and confused, but before he could comment, she dragged her hands from his shoulders and up his face to pull the fabric over his eyes.
"If you're not going to look away from your books, then you're not going to look at anything at all," Katara whispered sweetly into his ear, her hands returning to his shoulders.
Aang sighed. "Katara, now really isn't the time." He was about to reach up to move the fabric when her arms wrapped around his to hug his chest. Her lips locked onto his neck, sucking softly. The sensation sent a shock through his neck and down his side, his eyes closing underneath the headband.
"What?" she asked after a second, even though they both knew she had heard him.
"I really shouldn't be taking any breaks. The lecture is so soon," he did his best to speak in an even tone as her hands rubbed up and down his chest.
"Aang, you've been reading for weeks on end. You're a great speaker. You're going to be just fine, and you know it."
He sighed again as her hands left his chest and turned to the knot of his sash, it falling onto his lap after she untied it. The cool air hitting his bare chest felt relieving in this heat, although he wasn't going to admit that to Katara. Her hands now traveled everywhere, no longer limited by fabric.
"It's in a few days. I still have so much to review." Aang's own words were feeling increasingly unauthentic, his heart rate rising as her hands felt his lower abdomen. By now, Katara knew that he would have pushed her aside and stood up if he genuinely didn't want the distraction. Her lips moved to his ear and she offered a languid kiss there, his body visibly shivering under her touch.
She bit down on the lobe. "You don't want me here?"
Aang's breathing was becoming shallow. He shook his head. "Mm-mm." He knew if he spoke, his words would be shaky. Her fingertips barely peeked under his waistband as he felt blood rush down his core.
"I can tell you're lying," she whispered.
He smirked. Only him and Toph could truly tell when people were lying. "No, you can't."
Katara moved Aang's sash off of his lap, revealing a tent between his legs. Aang gulped, the smugness evaporating from his expression.
"Why do you feel the need to lie to me, baby?" Katara accused, although her touches conveyed different intentions than her tone as she softly dragged her nails up his chest. Aang didn't have a response. He was caught.
"I.." he trailed off as Katara kissed the back of his neck. He felt his blood pump at the edges of his skin as his body betrayed him, his hardness mocking him as she hummed in satisfaction against his neck. Fuck, he couldn't believe she was winning. There was no way he could let her continue.
Aang reached up to grab the headband and planned to tell her they could finish this later, but as his hands reached his face, Katara grabbed them and pulled them behind his back.
"Katara-" he started to protest, suddenly feeling the fabric of his sash being wrapped around his wrists and pulled into a tight knot. His heart dropped, equal parts frustrated and equal parts excited.
"You're sweating, Aang," she teased. "Are you feeling okay?"
"Just fine."
Katara continued kissing his ear, her thumbs hooking into his waistband below his stomach. His breath was becoming shallow.
"Let me help you feel better," she whispered into his ear, her fingers rubbing back and forth along his skin. She then bent a small amount of water from the fountain and turned it into a makeshift ice cube, pressing it against the back of his neck. Aang sucked in a breath and straightened his spine, shocked at the stark change in temperature. She bent it across his shoulders and between his collarbones at the center of his chest, goosebumps forming on his shoulders and down his arms. For the first time today, he let out a moan. Katara held the cube in place in the center of his chest as it melted, the cold water trickling down. She slightly lifted Aang's waistband to allow the water to drip under his shorts and around his base. Aang grit his teeth as Katara massaged the skin surrounding his base, still not making direct contact. He was starting to throb.
"Please, Kat," he whispered, desperate. He so badly wanted her to grab him, wanted to feel relief from the aching pressure between his legs. The ice was fully melted and he was already sweating again. He felt a longing wash over him as his diligence floated away, so seemingly unimportant compared to the sensation of his wife pressing against his back. His heart was pounding as blood continued to travel south.
Katara sat up on her knees so she was above him, her left hand resting over his shoulder as her right hand gently wrapped around his neck. He sharply inhaled again as her fingers lifted up his chin to look at her. She smiled as she bent down to kiss his upside-down lips, Aang frantically returning her kisses. How different this attitude was from a few minutes ago.
"Aang," she spoke against his lips. "Please what?"
Aang growled. "You know what." He felt a mix of anger and lust. She had him where she wanted him, so why wouldn't she give herself to him? Was he in trouble for not showing her more attention? Katara's hair fell around the sides of his head, the smell of saltwater and eucalyptus. Without his vision or his hands, his senses were heightened to the extreme. He could have sworn that her hold on him was really the ocean keeping him undertow.
"Shhh..." she attempted to relax him as her shushing pushed air around his lips, the motion sending Aang into a trance. She kept her right hand under his chin as she brought her left back down his chest and onto his leg, rubbing his inner thigh. Katara watched Aang's face as he continued to grit his teeth, his breath heavy. He instinctually tried to move his hand so he could grab himself, his attempt pointless as the fabric around his wrists reminded him of his predicament. Katara pursed her lips in amusement, preventing herself from audibly laughing as to not rub salt in the wound.
Aang was nearly gasping as Katara's hand inched closer to his center. "Please, put your hand on me, please," he begged, the pain of his erection outweighing his pride. His chest rose with each breath, his hips moving with her touches. Katara sat back on her legs and reached around to hug his stomach, her face resting into his neck. She continued her kisses on his neck before biting down gently, Aang whimpering in response. Something about the sound he made evoked a sympathy within her as she decided to bring him some relief.
She lowered her hands over the fabric of his shorts and over his erection, rubbing back and forth. Aang bent his neck back in pleasure and groaned at the attention finally being given to him. "Fuck," he whispered, his entire focus on the feeling of her hand moving against him.
She tightened the grip between her thumb and middle finger, Aang hissing in response. "Is that better?"
"Y-yes." Well, it was nearly better. It would feel much better if her skin was on his. He wondered how greedy he could be in his position, but decided to go for the gamble. "Almost."
Katara raised an eyebrow. "Almost?" She started to feel Aang's hips eagerly bucking into her hand with each movement. He was short of breath as the muscles in his torso contracted. Katara reached for her bandeau and pulled it over her head, tossing it to the floor. Aang let out a guttural groan as he felt her bare breasts push against his back, her hands returning to his hardness.
"Pull down my shorts, Katara," he breathlessly pleaded. "That would make it better."
Katara scoffed at how bold Aang was when only minutes ago he barely paid any mind to her. "So eager," she chastised, "Yet before, you were so eager for me to be gone."
Aang's nose twitched. "Priorities change?" He gave a goofy grin, hoping she would fall for his unspoken apology, willing to do anything to progress her ministrations.
Katara reached under his waistband to pull out his dick, Aang moaning at the contact. She gave two effortful pumps before releasing him and moving out in front of him to sit against the wall.
"Where are you going? Why did you stop?" He asked, feeling betrayed by the brief tease. His body was writhing at the loss of contact. He was so close to getting what he desperately needed, his dick throbbing at the exposure to the open air.
Aang was shocked by Katara's voice in front of him, her leaning against the wall. "You spent so long looking at books instead of looking at your wife," she continued, slowly. "So I'm sure you wouldn't mind if your vision continued to stall."
Aang was flustered with concern as he heard Katara take off her shorts, his heart pounding against his chest. His mind wandered wildly as he wondered whether or not she was wearing panties. The fact that he couldn't see her, and that he was fully exposed for her to see, frustrated him to no end. He let out a low growl as he continued rolling his hips.
Suddenly, he heard a soft moan come from Katara. He completely stilled, attempting to understand what he just heard. A faint sound of wet skin was superseded by the sound of her sighing in pleasure, and suddenly, it clicked. She was touching herself in front of him, and he couldn't see anything beyond the headband.
"Katara," he sighed, in shock.
"Aang," she sighed back, entering two fingers inside of her as she let out a high-pitched cry. Aang couldn't believe the position he was in, but his body responded immediately. Adrenaline shot through his core, his dick stiffening at the mental image of his wife in front of him, touching herself.
Aang's head fell back as he prayed to the Spirits for mercy, wanting more than anything to feel his wife wrapped around him. He started to wonder when she might cave in, or rather when his torture would end. He let out short breaths as he slightly jutted his hips in the air, simulating the feeling of him pumping into her. Katara continued her moans.
He could barely take it anymore. "Come on, Katara, really?" He whined, exhaling sharply in frustration.
"What's the matter?" Katara gently mocked him.
"This is hardly fair," He responded sternly, a substance leaking from his tip. Katara's eyes locked onto it as it slowly dribbled over.
"If you were a good boy earlier, you would be able to see me right now." She watched his jaw clench in frustration before looking back down at his pulsing center. She wanted so badly to taste him, thinking that he must have gotten the message by now.
Aang nearly choked on an apology when he felt the wet warmth of Katara's lips slip around him. "Ah-!!" He instinctually pushed his hips up into her as one of her hands grabbed the base of his shaft and pumped. Aang whined in ecstasy as Katara swirled her tongue around the tip to taste him.
"Katara, oh my God- fucking finally, baby," He gasped as she tightened her grip and increased her speed. Her saliva was slowly dripping down his length and onto the floor. He couldn't see her, but she was on all fours in front of him, her back arched and hips high in the air.
She released him from her mouth but continued moving her hand up and down. "Do you want your hands back?"
"Yes, I'm sorry, please," he whispered, hoping she wasn't just teasing him again. He wanted more than anything to feel her skin, to grab her body.
"Did you learn your lesson?" She continued her slow, purposeful movements along his length. He was incredibly stiff in her hand; she could feel the blood pumping under her palm.
"I'm sorry for reading too long. I should have given you more attention."
Katara sat up and floated her lips over his, her left hand caressing his face. Aang's lips were slightly parted as he fought the urge to steal a kiss from her.
"I just want to see you feel good, Aang," she whispered. "You weren't letting yourself feel good."
Katara then met his lips with hers, their kiss hungry and energetic. Their tongues swirled together as he felt her nipples brush against his chest. Aang kissed her like he was taking his last breaths, stealing everything he could, wishing that he could hold her tighter.
He felt her hands wrap behind him. He held his breath as she untied the sash, and finally, his hands were free. Aang wasted no time – he urgently grabbed either side of Katara's face to kiss her deeper, Katara moaning into his mouth. His hands traveled to her breasts as he squeezed and pulled her nipples, before exploring the sides of her curves and her back. Katara's punishments had a point; he was taking her for granted.
"Aang, your hands feel so good on me," she sighed, her right hand returning to his center to continue pumping him up and down. Aang bit down on her bottom lip. Now that he had his mobility returned, he fought every urge in him to grab her and fuck her. He tried to avoid thinking about how tight and wet she would feel around him or how her cries would bounce off of these walls. By now, though, he knew that they were playing by Katara's rules.
"I want you so bad, Katara," he growled between kisses, Katara climbing to straddle him in his lap. He suddenly felt a wetness rubbing against his length as he realized she was grinding her folds onto him. "Oh-" he breathed; so she wasn't wearing any panties. "Shit, Katara."
"Will you take me, Aang?" She continued grinding up and down, Aang breathing through his teeth.
"Yes. Absolutely. Just say the word, princess."
She kissed to his ear, whispering. "Will you fuck me nice and hard?"
Aang groaned at her erotic musings being spoken in his ear like a secret. "Katara, I want to fuck you so hard that I'm worried it might be painful."
"I'm pretty durable."
Aang let out a short laugh. That much was true.
Katara moved off his lap and sat onto the floor in front of him. Aang's hands lingered on her thighs, not wanting to lose sight of her. She looked up at her husband so dutifully keeping the headband over his eyes despite having the ability to remove it, and smiled. She leaned in to kiss him once more, both hands holding his face, their kiss slow and intentional. She then moved her fingers upwards and removed the headband, placing it on the ground beside them. Aang blinked for a moment, adjusting to his surroundings. Katara leaned back onto the floor while Aang adjusted, his eyes widening as he drank in the sight of his wife spread out in front of him.
He moved his hands up her thighs as he marveled at her body. Her legs were spread around him, pussy glistening and inviting. She had a thin layer of sweat across her toned stomach and her chest, her breasts rising with her breaths. But her face, oh, her heavenly, intoxicating face, is what made him lean over her body and kiss her.
"You're so beautiful, my waterbender," he spoke as he brushed her hair back. She returned his compliment with a smile. Truly, she was glad to see his eyes again.
Their lips crashed back together, a new purpose brewing between them. She clawed at his back and locked her legs around his waist as he traveled his lips to her breasts, sucking and squeezing with a newfound exuberance.
"Aang, please, now," she gasped.
Aang looked up at her with a sideways grin. "Look who's begging now, huh?" Katara furrowed her brow and Aang dropped his smile. "Yes ma'am."
As an apology, Aang reached down and pushed his fingers into her folds, Katara's back immediately arching. He wasted no time with slipping two fingers inside and pumping wildly.
"Aang, yes! Ohhh-" she wailed, his fingers feeling so big inside of her. Aang sighed into the pleasure of seeing her lose her composure, incredibly wet around his hand. "It feels- so good-" she continued, her hands grabbing eagerly at the back of his neck.
Aang growled into her neck and bit down, softly suckling at her skin. He was starting to feel primal with his need to claim her as part of him, someone so beautiful and breathtaking and sexy. The feeling of Aang marking her neck while bending his fingers inside of her sent Katara into a frenzy.
She pulled Aang's face away to lock eyes with him. "I need you. Now."
Aang obeyed. He sat up and pushed the remainder of his shorts off, his dick thick and dripping. He lined himself up with Katara and gripped her sides, meeting her eyes as he pushed himself in to the hilt.
They both melted. Aang, feeling her wet and tight around him; Katara, feeling him stretch her widely as he hit a spot deep inside her.
"Spirits, yes," Aang breathed, overwhelmed by the sight of him disappearing into his wife. Katara let out a whine as she adjusted to the sensation of him. It had been quite some time since they were able to be alone.
"Shit, Aang, you're so big," she bit her lip as he buried himself deep with every thrust. "Please go faster."
"Glad to," he groaned as he dug his nails into her skin, his pace increasing. Katara's breasts began to bounce with every push. Aang's pace was becoming rough as he wildly slammed into her, chasing the pleasure that had been so cruelly delayed.
"A-aang," she whined. "Fuck, please keep doing that." Her back arched again as euphoria coursed through her, traveling up her spine and back down again. Aang's eyes were rolling back into his head.
A shudder traveled through him as he watched a milky substance coat his length, evidence of Katara's intense pleasure from him fucking her. His vision grew slightly fuzzy as ecstasy clouded his view, never once relenting the rhythm he upheld in his wife. She was writhing, clawing, clenching on his dick as he pumped inside of her. Aang tightened his grip on her hips to keep her from moving too much.
Katara was close. "Aang, baby," she gasped before another moan escaped her lips.
"You're almost there, I can tell," he groaned. Katara didn't need to tell him. He knew her body like the back of his hand. She was tightening around him, her muscles flexing. He brought his thumb up to rub against her clit, causing her to cry out.
"It's... s'good," she choked, him thrusting recklessly. He grunted while watching her build up, his heart racing, wanting more than anything in the world to see her spill over.
He didn't have to wish for long. His fingers coaxed out her orgasm as his eyes raked over her spasming figure. "Aang!" She cried, his muscular arms holding her down as her body rolled under him.
"Yes, baby, fuck it feels good when you cum on me like that," he growled as she wailed under his hold. She reached her peak as he held her gaze intensely, finally taking ownership over their pleasure. As she started the plataeu of her orgasm, he continued his thrusts. This time, chasing his own euphoria.
Katara noticed a shift in Aang's demeanor as she attempted to recover, although she wasn't allowed much time as his motions became vigorous. His hands grasped at her sides, her breasts, eventually pushing an index finger in her mouth for her to suck. She obliged, looking up to Aang with beady eyes. He groaned and pushed himself to the hilt, thrust after thrust, until he felt his own pleasure possess him.
"Aang, yes, I can't wait," she moaned.
"Can't wait for what, Katara," he wanted to hear her voice, no matter what the content was.
"For you to twitch inside me," she continued, nibbling on his finger. "For you to fill me up."
That's all it took for Aang. His breath caught as he felt his muscles contract. "Yesss..." Katara whispered. His jaw clenched as he grit his teeth and furrowed his brow, his fingers digging into Katara's sides. "Come on..." she coaxed. Grunting, he felt his release travel through him and shoot into her, moaning loudly at the sensation. He continued frantically pumping inside of her, ensuring that every drop was expelled as the pleasure of his orgasm caused him to shake.
Slowly, he reduced his pace until he was lazily pushing inside of her, sweat dripping down his chest as he fought to regain his breath. Katara looked lovingly at her Avatar as he recovered, overwhelmed by the full feeling inside of her. He winced as he eventually pulled out, Katara sitting up and kissing him intently.
They pulled back on their clothes, Katara bending a cooling mist around them to mediate the heat. Fully clothed, they returned together, Katara straddling his lap once more. Aang let out a noise before pulling back to look at her.
"Katara, you always know what I need," he mumbled, in a daze.
She smiled at him. "You can go back to your reading now. I just thought you needed a break."
"Actually, I think I'd like to go for a walk. Will you come with me? Maybe we can cool off in the water, do some waterbending, before the kids come home." Aang started to stand up, lifting her with him.
She kissed him, holding his face, grinning. "I think that sounds perfect."