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When he walked back inside the house and into the master bedroom, he found Katara combing her hair on their bed. She was dressed in a cropped shirt and shorts, her skin glowing from lotion. She never failed to take his breath away; her features were so intoxicating that he had to force himself to remember that he's a master of air. She noticed his pause and looked up at him, sweat beading at the top of his chest.
"You're gonna rinse off, right?" She twisted her face up slightly, trying to hide her affection for the way his muscles were swelling. Aang smirked as he made his way to their bathroom, starting to touch the hem of his shorts on the way.
"You gonna do it for me?" He called out, his voice echoing off the tile, Katara grinning widely before blushing and throwing her head back. Aang's flirting always weakened her. She couldn't get the image out of her head of his rosy chest as he eyed her on the bed a second ago. The image in her head when she heard his shorts hit the ground wasn't easy to ignore, either.
Katara quietly got up and slowly walked towards the bathroom, not sure what her intentions were just yet. She peeked around the corner and watched as he stepped into the shower, using waterbending to make the water flow out. With a deep breath, he firebent a heated steam through his nostrils to turn the shower into a sauna. As the steam rose, he looked over his shoulder at Katara, throwing her a wink before reaching for the soap. Katara could have fallen to her knees.
Aang eyed her as she inched closer, a hungry expression on her face. She looked innocent and curious, her gaze raking his frame, as if she couldn't decide which part of him she wanted to try first. Aang smirked at the sight of her in her thin top, the steam causing it to cling to her skin. She stood at the edge of the shower and he leaned in to kiss her. He stopped the water after a moment, but Katara was already wet. She tasted like the strawberry tart they had for dessert. He was partly aware of the fact that the water had soaked her shirt, but as much as he wanted to take a peek, he wanted to kiss her more. He deepened the kiss and held on to either side of her head before eventually breaking away.
"Are you going to get in here with me, or are you going to let me finish so I can get into bed with you?" Aang was okay with either option, but a decision needed to be made. He stole a glance at her shirt.
Katara kissed him again before taking a step back. She wanted the latter. "Don't take too long, Avatar." She returned his wink and walked back into their room, feeling his gaze burn into her back. She waterbended her damp clothes dry before lifting the covers and sliding inside, sighing at the comfort of their cool, silk sheets.
Aang took the quickest shower of his life. He knew that his beautiful waterbender was waiting for him, a thought that made him excitedly airbend the water off of him so he could hurry to bed. Despite being together for nearly 20 years, they never seemed to lose that sense of longing for one another. Some time to touch her skin and kiss her was exactly the type of thing he needed after such a rough day with the council in Republic City – everyone always looked to him for the answers, and when he offered suggestions, they would undermine him with their own opinions. The stress of it all weighed on his shoulders, but Katara had a gift for making it all go away. He walked towards the bedroom and leaned against the door frame, dressed in thin shorts, his muscles still full from the heat of the shower.
"Hey, Mama," He nodded his head to Katara, whose eyes flicked open and lips turned up. "I missed you."
Katara sat up slightly. "In the shower?"
Aang laughed. "Yes. But, at work, too. It was a long day." He walked towards the bed and climbed underneath the covers, hovering slightly over Katara, who wrapped her arms around him and brought him in close. The warmth between their bodies radiated against their skin. They both sighed; this is all they wanted.
"How was the council?" Katara rubbed her hands on Aang's temple before tracing his tattoo down his neck. Aang could feel his eyes closing at the contact.
"They still aren't happy with the new infrastructure deals, they think we should have waited to find cheaper materials. I felt like it didn't really make a difference. If we keep pushing everything off, then nothing will get done. I have to meditate throughout the day to not get too frustrated. I hate feeling like that."
Katara massaged his shoulder, humming in understanding. "I'm sorry, Aang. I'm sure it's really difficult to deal with all of those strong personalities." She kissed his forehead, him opening his eyes to look at her.
"I feel a lot better now," he whispered, leaning in to lock his lips with hers. She sighed into his body, fully melting into the curve of his chest and hips as he pulled her in tighter. The sound of the councilmen's arguing in Aang's ears started to grow quiet, replaced by the slight whimper escaping from Katara's throat as he grabbed at her sides. He pulled back slightly, his lips just barely touching hers. "How about you? How were the kids?"
Katara felt slightly guilty. She had a wonderful day. Bumi worked on a school project for most of the day, which kept him pretty busy. Kya wanted to help with the garden, and the weather was perfect as they sat and tended to the soil.
"It was actually a really nice day for once," Katara said softly. "The weather was gorgeous. We spent nearly the entire day outside. Kya learned how to pick berries without touching the thorns," she continued, Aang's hands rubbing up and down her back.
"That makes me really happy to hear," Aang responded, genuine. "You deserve days like these. You looked beautiful on that cliffside today. I really wanted to kiss you."
"You did kiss me."
"Katara." Aang chastised; she knew what he meant. He wanted to really kiss her. To provide a demonstration, Aang leaned in and kissed her deeply. He held the side of her face as their lips moved together, electric and alive, the original purpose fading as a new purpose took its place. Katara giggled at his enthusiasm, happy that he wanted her in this way. They kissed like this for quite some time, savoring the way their bodies relaxed underneath each other's touch. Aang was about to shift his weight above her when he was interrupted by Katara growling.
"I can't believe Sokka. He really didn't think to mention that to us?"
Aang continued kissing, not wanting her to lose focus. "Are you really thinking about your brother right now?" He mumbled, gently nipping at her bottom lip.
"I'm gonna kill him tomorrow." She sighed as Aang's lips traveled down her chin and onto her neck. "God, I hope tomorrow goes well. I hope the weather is okay."
"All the reports today said it should be beautiful." He paused, feeling her pulse on his lips. "I hope it goes well, too. Bumi really deserves it. He's such a great kid."
"He is." Katara smiled. "He's also sneaky, like you."
He rolled his eyes. Of course Katara picked up on that. "Yeah, well, I like to call it clever."
"Okay, Mr. Clever, you'll be the one to discipline him when he's sneaking out as a teenager."
Aang froze, a memory popping into his head. A few months ago, he caught Bumi heading for the Bison late at night. Aang was stepping out for a late night meditation when he spotted him, a backpack in hand. Bumi had told him that he just wanted to fly around for a bit, that he wouldn't go too far. Aang reminded him of the rules: no solo bison trips until he was twelve. Since it was his "first offense," Aang promised not to tell Katara. Neither Aang nor Bumi wanted to rustle those feathers. He definitely wasn't going to rustle those feathers now, either.
"That's fine, I can handle that." Aang responded after a moment, returning to Katara's throat. "You'll have your hands full healing Kya, anyways."
Katara let out a laugh. It was true, a good portion of the day was spent healing the various cuts and bruises Kya collected. Her carefree nature often resulted in a reduced awareness of her surroundings, always tripping and running into walls. Katara and Aang recently considered avoiding healing her from now on so she would learn to be more careful, but neither of them could deny her when she cried. "You're gonna have quite a bit of work on your hands if she's an airbender. She isn't exactly graceful, yet."
Aang's heart fluttered at the thought of his child airbending. While the bending status of his children didn't necessarily matter to him, the idea of seeing another airbender again made him emotional, especially if that airbender was his daughter. Katara started to kiss him again when he took too long.
"I know she looks exactly like me, but her spirit looks like you, Aang," Katara whispered. "She might be an airbender. Maybe a waterbender, which I would obviously love. Either way, I know she's a bender. I can feel it."
"I think we got spoiled with Bumi. If she ends up being a bender, we're going to be busy." Aang lowered himself down so his face was above her stomach, leaving a slow kiss in the center. He thought about how his children's laughter made his heart flutter on the cliffside today, and as he planted a kiss on her navel, he imagined another one growing there. "You make such beautiful babies, Katara," Aang continued as Katara felt her pulse pick up. He kissed below her belly button, then one inch lower. His eyes flicked up to meet hers. "Give me another?"
Katara's heart dropped low in her stomach. They had spoken about it before, how it might be a good time to try for a third. They were getting older, and Bumi was now twelve. Both of them knew they wanted at least three, but them taking this idea seriously was only a recent development.
"I think you're the one in charge of giving me another."
Aang kissed lower, taking Katara's waistband between his teeth. He sighed through his nostrils, the hot stream of air running across her stomach, feeling a rush of desire wash over him. Katara's body looked better each day – full, soft, enticing. Motherhood looked amazing on her. Aang felt overwhelmed with the thought of how successful Katara had been in getting pregnant in the past. Her body always seemed to accept him as something predestined, as if he was meant to share a part of him with her. The thought of Katara's near-certain potential of pregnancy, which Aang held the trigger for, made him unbearably hard.
Katara watched Aang as his arousal grew. Through all of her years with him, she learned to appreciate the parts that could be easily missed: his eyes closed, jaw clenched, his shoulders rising from the intensity of whatever lustful thought he mulled over. She used to ask him what he was thinking about, his answers erotic in her ears. Nowadays, she didn't need him to answer; usually, she knew exactly what he was fantasizing. The silence as she watched him now drove her crazier than any words ever could, the topic of his musings quite obvious in this moment.
Aang was the one to break the silence with a moan as he tugged down on her shorts, not to pull them off, but to peek at her underwear. Katara rolled her hips once as his fingers sank into the strap of the thin yellow material, the outline of her folds poking through. He flicked up his eyes to meet hers again.
Katara didn't notice her breathing picking up, her eyes softly glazing over as she sank into the bliss of Aang's longing for her. She thought that she needed to calm down, needed to appreciate this ceremony of their commitment, but the way her husband glared into her made it hard to focus. He made his way back up to her lips to kiss her, his tongue resting at the opening of her mouth. He kissed her carefully, his way of expressing his respect for her. A deliberate brush of his lips communicated how important she was to him. His palm caressing her face expressed his gratitude for her body for being so strong. Truly, Aang felt humbled to be the one she chose.
"Switch spots," he gently requested, Katara moving to the side to allow Aang to sit upright against the headboard. As soon as he was comfortable he opened his arms as an invitation, Katara sitting between his legs, facing away from him. They often assumed this position after a long day so Aang could massage her shoulders, or so Aang could hug her closely to him. He started with the former, his strong hands moving with intention along the muscles of her shoulders and biceps. Katara sighed as she loosened under his touch.
"My love," he murmured into her ear. "I love you more than the sky and the sea."
Katara smiled, taking comfort in the familiarity of their shared expression. She turned her head to the right to look up at him. "I love you, my airbender."
Aang kissed her as if he could steal her smile and stow it away, quickly becoming greedy with his touches. Katara was glad. She didn't think she could wait much longer. The hands that rested on her shoulders slowly lowered down her body, squeezing and massaging her breasts outside of her shirt. Aang made a frustrated noise as he moved his hand lower to gain access underneath, pushing his entire body closer to her as his fingers made contact with the soft skin surrounding her nipples. Still kissing, Aang kept his left hand on her breast but continued moving his right hand down until he reached her shorts, pressing down to slip inside of her underwear.
Aang's fingers on her center made her bite his lower lip, him grunting in response. He would let her bite into him a thousand times if it meant he could feel the slickness she created for him between his fingers, his mind rushing with the thought of how it would feel to be surrounded by her. "So ready for me..." he whispered.
"Aang," she sighed, his fingers spreading and rubbing tenderly on her clit.
"What, my love?" Aang replied, voice raspy. He could feel his erection poking into her lower back.
"This feels so good," she continued, desire coursing through her veins at the sound of Aang's husky voice. Aang created a steady rhythm, Katara whining at the contact.
"Mmmm," he hummed, his fingers occasionally returning to her opening to collect more of her fluid before using it to increase his pressure. "That's what my baby deserves. I'm going to take care of you, girl."
Katara melted in his hold. His promise to take care of her could have sent her over the edge, right there. She started to wonder if Aang knew how badly she needed him to proceed. "Please-"
Before Katara could finish her sentence, Aang moved his fingers to her entrance. He knew what she wanted. He inserted two fingers at once, Katara moaning at the sound of her fluid against her husband's fingers as he moved them inside of her.
Part of Katara's arousal was absolutely from his hands, but the other part was from the way Aang watched her, his eyes droopy and possessive. That expression might have been her favorite: the look in his eye as they both communicated an understanding that she belonged to him, and him to her. Their bond was the one thing they never doubted, never questioned, never challenged. Her body – her spirit – was intertwined with his, a sentiment that made her intensely wish he was inside her already.
Aang curled the tips of his fingers while pumping wildly, Katara writhing in his embrace. Aang involuntarily groaned at the sound of his wife's pleasure, entirely focused on the way she struggled to breathe properly. Commanding her in this way was exhilarating; it was similar to when he was inside of her, but almost a different flavor.
"You're driving me crazy," she breathed, Aang letting out a low laugh. Merciless.
Katara was soaking, now. Her wetness spread across Aang's hands and transferred onto her underwear, completely drenching them. The noises between them were symbiotic, both of them fantasizing about how it would feel for Aang to finally press inside of her. Despite their shared sentiment, Aang continued the motion of his fingers, entirely set on Katara's first release – but he absolutely planned for more.
Katara painfully whined Aang's name, which ignited something primal inside of him. If Katara thought that this would make him hurry things up and fuck her, she was mistaken. He was now entirely set on her orgasm, which he knew wasn't far away as she tightened herself on him. The adrenaline from his touches caused her hips to involuntarily grind against his, his hardness throbbing at the friction.
"Katara, fuck," he groaned, her eyes looking up to meet his. He could see her submission to her pleasure as she stared at him, only closing her eyes when Aang increased his pace.
"Baby, I-" Katara couldn't come up with words, only sounds as he brought her closer to the edge.
"I don't think you know how badly I want to fuck you," Aang grumbled, his hands continuing their movements. He needed her to know how incredibly turned on he was. Katara was panting. Aang smirked. "You look so beautiful. I'm so fucking hard."
"I can feel it, Aang," She now ground into his hips with intention, Aang releasing a slow breath through his nostrils. "I love it when you hold me like this."
Aang tightened his grip in his left hand to pull her even closer to him, his pace inside of her increasing dramatically. Katara's head fell back against his left shoulder as she whined, her right arm coming up to hook into the back of his neck. Aang loved the view this gave him, his girl falling apart in his hold.
"Give it to me, baby..." Aang whispered in her ear, barely choking out his words due to the pleasure of her grinding against his center. Her eyes met his again, an unspoken plea for Aang to keep going, keep bringing her higher and higher. Aang was holding her as if he was protecting her, his grip serious and unbreakable despite Katara's body rolling and fighting against it. Her panting suddenly stopped, her breath being stolen by the onslaught of her orgasm. "Yes, Katara..." Her nails were digging into the skin on his neck, the pain adding to his arousal. She cried his name and moved her hips erratically against his erection. She felt like she was floating as she hit the peak of her release, moaning Aang's name and clenching on his fingers. Aang could barely control himself.
As she worked to regain her breath, Aang slowly pulled his fingers out and noticed how wet her clothes were. He could feel how fast her heart was beating below his left hand. He gave her time to come down from her high before kissing her cheek and hugging her tightly. As she came down, he only grew harder.
"You ruined your clothes, sweetheart," he teased.
Katara furrowed her brow and looked back up at him, still catching her breath. "That's your fault."
Aang scoffed. "I'm not the one who soaked them."
"Yes you are!"
Aang gnawed at her neck, Katara giggling at the tickle it caused. "You're blaming me?" he asked incredulously.
"Yes, the least you could have done is take my clothes off first before you do that." She looked down at her shorts, wincing at the cool sensation from the wet fabric. Her clit was still throbbing underneath her clothes.
Aang was a gentleman, and a gentleman knows when to pick his battles. "Well then, Ma'am, I'll just have to make it up to you..." As he spoke, his thumbs hooked into her shorts and pulled them down her thighs. She resumed her giggle and helped him, finally throwing them to the bedroom floor. Katara sighed at the relief of freedom, although her sigh turned into a groan when his lips returned to her throat. His hands cupped both of her breasts, massaging and thumbing her nipples. She turned and pulled his neck down so she could kiss him again, and she couldn't believe how much she missed his lips. The hardness pushing into her backside was becoming incredibly obvious.
"Aang, I want you to take me like this."
Music to his ears. It had been a while since they made love in this position, Katara sitting on his lap as he held her thighs and pumped into her. His mind raced with how intense it felt the last time they tried it, and now he wanted nothing else. "Fuck," was the only thing he managed to get out, his throbbing intensifying at her request.
Katara moved to the side to pull Aang's shorts down. When Aang was fully freed, she couldn't help but wrap her hands around him and move them up and down. Aang winced and let his head hit the headboard, his arousal reaching a peak. He was starting to pant. "Katara, God, I'm so turned on right now."
She sat up on her knees to pull her shirt over her head, Aang instinctually bringing his own hand to his length to continue the friction in her absence. He watched her, admiring her glow as she exposed more of her skin, increasing the pace as he pleasured himself. After Katara finished throwing her shirt onto the floor she looked back at him, glancing up and down, before shaking her head.
"Eager, hm?"
Aang nodded pitifully. Both of their eyes looked down to see a substance dribbling out of his tip.
Katara gave a sly smile as she crawled towards her husband, him gulping in response. Her hands straddled his hips as she leaned her face into his, her lips floating over his lips, his breath hitching. His hands continued their motions until Katara's hand came down onto his, her thumb circling the top before replicating his movements. With his newfound freedom, he grabbed both sides of her face and kissed her, groaning into her mouth at the pleasure of her palm on his skin.
Aang was stiff, growing bigger with every pump from Katara's hand. He whined slightly, gasping, pathetically thrusting his hips upwards to increase the pressure wherever he could. Katara pulled her lips away to watch his face as he grit his teeth and closed his eyes tightly. She loved this sight more than anything in the world. When she looked down to see how thick he had become, she realized she couldn't wait any longer.
She let him go and turned around, Aang greedily lifting her up and onto his lap. "Finally," he muttered, grabbing her tightly once more. Katara felt so small sitting in his muscular frame, her head still below his despite sitting on his legs. Aang's arms snaked under her thighs to grip them and open them widely, his length nestling into her folds. Katara reached her right hand down to hold his erection onto her center as she moved her hips up and down. Aang's head spun at the feeling of her wetness against him.
"Kat, you're driving me crazy," It took everything in him to not push himself into her right there, but he wanted to be more intentional, given the circumstances. He began kissing her head, trailing his lips across her neck and to her ear. Katara had started to moan from the feeling of him, a chill traveling down her neck from him kissing inside her ear.
"I want you so bad, Aang," she whined. Their hips formed a rhythm, the tip of his length rubbing against the most sensitive part of her. Her longing burned at her skin. "I want part of you inside me. Please, Aang-" she groaned as he bit down on her lobe, "Please give me another."
Aang could have passed out. It had been almost 4 years since he heard those words, the confident request for him to spill inside of her and ensure her pregnancy. He held the most power out of any human on earth, yet the power he held to embrace her fertility was the one that made his heart beat the fastest.
"I love you," he whispered in her ear, Katara turning to kiss him once again, her back resting against his chest.
"More than the sky and the sea," she whispered back, aligning him with her entrance before sinking down.
Aang let out a soft cry immediately, the sensation of her around him overwhelming. Katara shared his sentiment, slowly adjusting to how big he felt inside of her. She winced as she lowered further, feeling her walls stretch to accommodate him. Aang's hands on her thighs gripped tighter, quickly taking over the work due to her limited mobility in this position.
"Katara..." He moaned her name like a prayer; the sensation of her felt spiritual, as if she was truly heaven-sent, his movement within her an act of praise. "You're so tight like this, baby, fuck," he sighed as he felt Katara attempt to meet him with her own thrusts, her head bending backwards to rest on his shoulder. Aang looked at her lovingly, so beautiful with her chest pushing out and breath on his chin. For a moment, he looked down and watched himself disappear inside of her.
"Aang-" she was cut off as he jutted his hips up harder, hitting somewhere deep. Katara hadn't felt him this far inside of her in quite some time, and the feeling of him filling her completely was euphoric.
"Feel okay, baby?" His voice was breathy, winded.
"More than okay." She buried her face in his neck, kissing there lazily, releasing gentle moans every time he buried himself inside. His skin felt warm on her back; soft, like she was encompassed by the sun. "I can't wait for you to cum in me, to put a baby in me..."
Aang growled, looking to the ceiling for a moment. He felt himself twitch inside of her, his orgasm fighting to spill over. He felt like he was in the ring – although, unlike a sparring match, he wasn't sure if he wanted to win. "Katara, you're gonna make it happen sooner rather than later if you say things like that to me." He was trying to warn her, but she didn't seem too concerned by the way her tongue ran along his throat. She breathed a cool mist onto the moisture, a chill coursing through his spine. He almost let go right then, but somehow found a way to keep it at bay. "Katara."
She giggled seductively, proud of the reaction he gave her. He couldn't help but feel a tinge of annoyance, the sound of her laughter felt like teasing – didn't she know how close he was? How hard he was inside of her? How intensely he was fighting to not release right then? He rolled his eyes at himself, because who was he trying to fool, he would let her bring him here a million times over. In fact, he probably would be on his knees begging for it multiple times just tonight. Pathetic, but in the most addictive way.
Heat flooded through his hips and up to his neck, his muscles tightening, his moans quick and pleading in response to how wet and hot she felt. Aang started to slow his pace so he wouldn't get close again, breathing deeply to lower his heart rate. Katara whimpered in frustration at his change of pace, deciding to move her own hips to resume it. Aang then gripped her thighs tighter, restricting any movement she attempted to create. "Hey," she accused.
"You can't say that to me and expect me not to fall apart," Aang defended weakly, noticing how Katara started to squeeze onto him rhythmically as her hips squirmed in his hold. This wasn't any easier.
She met his eyes as her hand came down onto her clit, rubbing as Aang slowly resumed his thrusts. She looked confident and beautiful; Aang could only imagine that he looked flustered and pitiful. A fire lit under him as he decided to regain control; he wanted to hear her in his ears. He hooked his elbows under her thighs and hugged his arms together, Katara's thighs pressing together and her calves rising into the air. This made her even tighter, and Katara could feel it – she yelped in surprise as Aang began thrusting wildly.
"Aaaang," she whined, her eyes widening before shutting tightly, adrenaline pricking at the edges of her skin. She could feel Aang's stare boring into her, the only steady part of his body as the rest of him flexed and rocked into hers. She was fully at his disposal, the surrendering of her body to his feeling ritualistic. His teeth sank into the space where her neck and her shoulder met, grunting at the sounds of her adjusting to the power of his movements within her.
"You look so beautiful while I fuck you," he mumbled, Katara hardly hearing him as her ears burned hot with pleasure. She let out a loud moan. "You're gonna look so beautiful with our baby in you, always do." Aang squeezed Katara's legs together even tighter, the pressure adding sensation on her clit. This, combined with Aang's words, made her insides start to spasm against him.
"Aang, this is- you're- aghhh," Katara fumbled with her words, his pace incessant, Aang slyly smiling against her skin. This was quite uncharacteristic of her. What a contrast this was to her usual elegant manner of speaking, and he loved that he was the one to cause this vulnerability. Just like he wanted, Katara cried into his ear, goosebumps raising along his skin. The fact that he knew her orgasm was close was motivation for him to not slow down, despite his own growing need. The promise of her squeezing on his length as she came apart was encouragement enough for him to be patient.
Her right hand came up to his neck again, nails digging into skin, the pain of his broken skin causing his eyes to roll back. She held onto him tightly, her noises growing in intensity.
"I know you're there, baby," he whispered after another cry into his neck. "I know you want to give me another."
Katara didn't know if he was talking about another orgasm or another baby, although the former was incredibly imminent. His voice was so sultry and sexy, his confidence exuding through the grip of his fingers on her thighs. She could feel every part of him inside of her as she felt the burning bubble in her abdomen, a telling sign that she no longer had control.
Her hips convulsed. "Oh, Spirits, Aang-" She tightened down onto him as he hummed in encouragement, blissfully drunk from her release. All of her weight now melted in his lap as he held her in place, her protector in her defenseless state. She whined through her pleasure, Aang slightly slowing down to not overwhelm the sensitivity of her nerves. Plus, he selfishly wanted to feel the contraction of her walls. Fuck, she was incredible. He was so lucky.
They both caught their breath and Katara loosened her grip from Aang's neck, him wincing at the feeling of her nails leaving his new wounds. She looked at her nails to see a tinge of blood in the tips. "I'm sorry, Aang, I'll heal that for you, let me-"
Aang's hands left her thighs to grab her face, trapping her in a kiss. There was no way he was letting her move away from his body to grab water for healing, especially since his erection hurt much worse than the skin on his neck. Her hands caressed his cheek, the smell of sex surrounding them. Katara relaxed in his hold, Aang lowly groaning at the blissful feeling of their position. "You know I like it."
She snickered against his lips. "Always the masochist, hm?"
He grinned. "What kind of fool would I be to complain when a pretty girl makes me bleed?"
"You could have told me to stop."
"I know better." Aang tapped on her hips, a nonverbal way of asking her to lift up. She obliged, lifting up and crawling in front of him before sitting to face him. The brief view this gave him made his breath catch. He scooted to the side. "Lay down, sweetheart."
Katara moved next to him and lay her head against the pillows, Aang following her to hover over her body. His eyes silently flicked up and down her figure, fully drinking in the sight of her. Katara's heart was beating out of her chest. Once again, he bent down to lay a kiss on her navel.
As Aang was consuming her with his gaze, Katara's mind spun with thoughts of her prior pregnancies. Aang was always a great man to her, but especially when she was with child. He never wasted an opportunity to express his appreciation for her body, always snuggled against her stomach, always rubbed her when she was sore. She never had any doubts with him. The thought of another pregnancy with him was exciting, and she couldn't think of anything else on earth that she wanted more in that moment. She became incredibly aware of him above her just then, him coming up to land wet kisses on her neck, the sensation of his hardness brushing against her center. Her poor, poor husband was aching to fulfill her fantasy. She smiled at his patience. He was so good to her.
"My love, do you want me?" She asked softly.
"I want you like I want air." He responded immediately. It wasn't about wanting; he wanted the council to listen to him, he wanted Bumi to pick up his socks – but when it came to Katara, his desires were needs. He didn't want her, that would imply the possibility of satisfaction without his desire being fulfilled. He needed her. He couldn't live without her, like he couldn't live without air. He needed to commence their act, needed to plant himself inside of her.
"You're so good to me. Aang-" she grabbed his face to look at her, his eyes darting between hers. "I need you."
Aang huffed. A chill went down his spine. He was wise enough to not believe in coincidences. "I need you, too."
"Please, then," she continued, kissing him, then kissing his cheek. "Please give us what we need."
The realization that he would be able to release inside of her, and keep it there, was exhilarating. He enveloped her in a passionate embrace, kissing her deeply, grabbing her breast with his right hand. As his thumb brushed her nipple, he thought about how full and stiff they would become. He missed the nights where she had been begging for relief and he had helped her, sucking and massaging her until she felt better. The thought was ridiculously arousing. She groaned, a reminder, and Aang pulled away to meet her eyes as he lined himself outside of her.
"I love you, Katara."
"I love you-" Aang started to push himself inside of her. "-too..." she moaned as he pushed to the brim, him groaning at the feeling of her. She was incredible, hooking her legs around his waist as he sank into the familiarity of this pose. The muscles in his hips contracted at each thrust, slow and purposeful, both of them sighing in ecstasy.
They had been in this position thousands of times, especially before Bumi was born. Back then, when they were 20 and 22, they couldn't keep their hands off of each other. In all honesty, it was borderline obsessive; they had almost been caught dozens of times, especially when they couldn't wait and would sneak out of parties or meetings to quickly get each other off in a spare closet. Katara would lock the door and Aang would pin her to it, their clothes being pulled apart just enough for them to get access. Sometimes, Aang would be left panting against the door as Katara's mouth took him in, Aang quickly learning the importance of quieting his airbender lungs. Other times, Aang would lift her up and hold her against the wall, ravenously thrusting into her as she bit her bottom lip to contain her moans. They tried not to remember it, but there were several occasions where they would return to the event and Sokka would glare at them, an unspoken message of his disgust. The worst moments were when Toph was unknowingly nearby, since there was no lying to her. She knew everything. "Hey, Twinkle Toes, next time maybe use the seismic sense I taught you to see if I'm in the vicinity. It would really spare me the trauma. Thanks." While they weren't as impulsive with their lust nowadays, the pleasure of their joining only got better with age.
Katara watched as Aang's brow furrowed and used her thumb to smooth his wrinkles. Even in their throes of passion, she still found moments to care for him, to remind him to relax. He kissed her and took her bottom lip between his teeth as he pressed deeper and faster, Katara's back arching slightly.
"You're so good to me," she repeated, a mantra. "Look how good you're taking care of me."
Aang grunted, his mind flooding with gratification, gluttonous in the way he began to command their pleasure. Their bodies were sweaty and restless, Aang's breath uneven. Katara winced each time Aang hit the deepest part of her. She felt so safe under him, admiring the way he wrestled with his bliss as a hand gripped her breast.
Aang slightly sat up to get leverage to fuck her harder. "Katara, oh, Spirits, you're perfect." And she was. The indents of her hourglass figure was the perfect place for his palms, her breasts slightly bouncing with each movement within her. He dragged a hand up her body before placing a thumb on her lips, Katara dutifully opening to take him in. She could taste herself on his finger as she sucked him, Aang's eyes rolling back as a louder groan escaped his throat. "So fucking sexy."
Aang's eyes traveled down to where he was doing his work, the view almost too much for him, but he couldn't look away. She was so, so tight on him, and so wet that their centers brightly glistened each time he pulled out. It was messy, and it was raw, and it was incredibly hot. The way Aang looked down at her, entirely avaricious, caused the familiar burn to rip through her core. "Aang, I feel so full with you in me," she cried. She couldn't believe he was about to get her off for a third time, but she couldn't help herself. He felt too good.
She noticed a slight grin starting to form at the edges of Aang's mouth. Her heart pounded. One of the sexiest things about Aang, surely a product of their years and years of intimacy, was the way he noticed the earliest signs of her climax forming. Sometimes, she had no idea how he could tell. It almost seemed like he knew before she did. Once, she accused him of using some sort of spirit magic to sense when it was coming. That accusation had made Aang bellow with laughter, his cheeks turning bright crimson in pride. "No," he had told her. "I just know my girl."
His girl, Katara thought. How had she ever become so lucky?
Aang leaned down to press against her, landing wet and languid kisses on her throat. Heat pulsed through her body at the sensation of it, her moans vibrating his lips. He kissed his way to her ear, continuing his ministrations there. He knew this was the best way to activate the most intense release for her. Anything for his girl.
His breath was heavy in her ear as he spoke. "I want you to cum for me, Katara." He spoke like he had never been more sure of anything else before, completely instructive, almost demanding. She loved when he was like this. "I want to hear you as you come apart on me."
Katara's body began to involuntarily convulse at the sound of his words in her ear. Aang's speed caused the sound of their skin to fill the room, both of them groaning and falling apart from bliss. She whined and buried her face in his shoulder, Aang humming in satisfaction. "Aang, it's too good, I'm so close."
"Good. C'mon, Mama, give it to me..."
The growl of Aang's request vibrated through her entire body. Pleasure was completely consuming her. "Aang, nghh, I want... I need..." Her breath was coming out in short pants, her legs tightly wrapped around his waist.
"Tell me what you need, babygirl." At that moment, there wasn't a single thing in the entire world that he wouldn't do for her. Aang was grunting, barely able to form a sentence at this point. It was becoming increasingly obvious that he was getting close, too. The nerve endings throughout his core were sparking, pleasure shooting up in bursts through his abdomen. He bit down on her ear lobe and whimpered.
"I need you to cum in me, please, Aang." She was shamelessly begging. "Please, give me another, please." Her voice was thick with desperation, and Aang felt like he was floating above his body. Entirely human, entirely primal, Aang thrusted in her with a newfound purpose. She was pleading for him, activating his deepest nature of giving her what she needed, what she needed specifically from him. He kissed her as they both painfully cried into each others mouths, breathing irregularly, too far gone to turn back now. Katara's thighs were quivering.
"Kat, fuck, oh fuck." Aang was at the very edge, and peeking over. His final push came in the form of Katara writhing, clenching and unclenching, her head jutting back as her orgasm overtook her. She cried out, grasping Aang's biceps, her legs locking his hips as deep as possible inside of her. This restriction was the trigger for Aang. Instinctually, his release consumed him, an intense wave of euphoria as he groaned and felt himself spill into her. The continuous convulsion of Katara's walls against him coaxed out every last drop, his hips erratic as his muscles flexed.
They didn't always finish together, but this felt perfectly right. Their release lasted longer than usual, both of them whining and rolling against each other as their bodies gripped with the intensity. Panting, Katara was unrelenting with her lock on Aang's hips. She wanted to hold him there for a little while, as if this might increase their fertility. She was greedy; this part of him now belonged to her.
Finally, the blinding euphoria loosened its hold. They were out of breath, but Aang still held her in a kiss, gently falling to rest at her side. He was exhausted, his body still buzzing. They were silent for a while as they sensually kissed, not wanting this feeling to end. Aang held Katara's face in his hands, gently pulling away.
"Right now," he whispered, "it's hard to imagine that it's raining anywhere in the world."