Avatar The Last Airbender Fan Fiction ❯ Flight: the Alternate Chapter ❯ Flight: the Alternate Chapter ( Chapter 1 )

AN: Would prolly not happen, but…here's some mildly OOC smut.

 

Disclaimer: characters are not mine.

 

Edit: decided to clean up some of the writing and add more of the previous chapter as the previous events are pretty hot and I feel add to the flow of the smut more. Sorry for those who are coming from the main fic, you may have already read some of this.

 

 

Aang woke and half believed he hadn't. A cinnamon brown arm was flung across his chest and he followed the line of it to the sleeping face of his love. Her dark hair radiated around her on the pillow, and her long eyelashes lay soft on her cheek. Her month parted slightly in her sleep and Aang thought it so captivating he kissed it gently before he even realized what he was doing.

 

Katara woke with a gasp that quickly turned into a contented sigh, then into a moan as Aang deepened the kiss. She moved closer to him, idly winding her leg around his. She barely had enough time to try and curl closer to him when he broke off from their kiss with a groan.

 

“What? What is it?” she said, confused. Aang blushed and tried to clamber to his feet. Katara would have none of it, and grabbed his waist. “No running off” she pouted.

He struggled, but his heart wasn't in it and Katara's hands suddenly discovered what he'd been trying to hide. “Oh!” she blushed. “You're…wow.” Her sapphire water tribe eyes darkened with mischievous intent. She draped over his back as he tried to hide his `problem'. “That was fast…. you must really like my kisses…” and she leaned in to steal one.

 

“That's not it! I mean…not to say I don't like your kisses…” he blushed harder and sweat rolled down the back of his neck, “I woke up with this…” and he moaned deep in his throat at what Katara did next.

 

She had finally wrestled an arm around his back and while he had been trying to explain himself she had groped him. She didn't know what had gotten into her. Something about how embarrassed he was or how wonderful it was to be so desired or maybe just a sudden rush of boldness at having woken up in his bed. Whatever it was had had inspired her to have a more personal encounter with that…. with his…. with that curious hardness she had felt against her yesterday and last night.

 

She rubbed him through his clothes and watched his eyes darken, then close in pleasure. He was breathing heavily, hotly against the shoulder she had thrown over him to keep him pinned and seated. But it was her hand keeping him pinned now.

 

She got a little bolder, seeing the look on his face. She loosened his sash with one hand and slipped the other into his pants. He moaned. Katara's breath caught at the deliciousness of that moan. She wormed her way past his loincloth and met an interesting combination of textures.

The first thing she noticed was that while the…thing, she couldn't bring herself to name it, itself was swollen and firm, the skin around it was amazingly soft and warm. She wrapped her hand round it, squeezing just a bit. It was such a foreign, novel Thing to be holding, and yet felt comfortable being in her hand. She was starting to rub her palm up and down the length, exploring the feel of its ridges and knob. Aang squirmed and clutched at her arm.

 

“Katara…what, what are you…ahh,” he gasped and arched his hips into her hand as her hand brushed his balls. “Doing?”

 

“Do...do you not like it? Am I hurting you?” Katara hesitated.

 

“No! No! It feels wonderful…I just...ahh!”

 

Katara had followed a prominent ridge from its base to another soft warm area that also fit invitingly in her cupped hand. She began massaging the mound gently, still staring at Aang's flushed face. Just watching him squirm was terribly arousing. She could feel herself grow flushed and warm.

 

“Katara, Please, Please, I need to...please. I need to finish…let me…please…”. His eyes a dark pewter grey, and his fingers were digging into her upper arm.

 

“How, how do I do that?” she stammered, trying to attempt a low sexy voice but faltering with uncertainty.

 

“I didn't, I mean, you don't have to do it…I could, um, go do it myself….” Aang tried to pull her hand out of his pants but she held him tighter.

 

“No. I want to,” she swallowed, “do this. For you. I mean,” and she squirmed with embarrassment but finally admitted, “I kind of…like it. I like touching you.” And she was so embarrassed by her admittance that she buried her face in Aang's neck to avoid looking at him. “I'm not sure what to do to help you though.”

 

Aang shifted and kissed her temple, savoring her scent. He wrapped an arm around her back and tightened her to him. Her hand still held his groin hostage. Aang raised his hips and let his pants slide down to give her better access. She `eep'ed to herself as she felt his member seem to expand just from being freed.

 

“Here.” He splayed her fingers on certain hotspots he knew well. “If you're sure, then, try rubbing here. Like this.” He guided her movements. “yeeesss” He breathed into her ear. “that feels amazing.” He let his hand fall to the blankets as she picked up the pace. “yeessss.” Katara began to overcome her embarrassment with arousal and desire to please. She still hadn't looked at the Thing since she started and she turned to look now. She felt his notice her looking at him and immediately shifted back before really registering what she'd seen.

 

She kept her hand moving, slow, careful strokes at first. Aang gripped her to him and hissed “Faster. Please. Faster.” His fingers curled in the blankets on his free hand and he clutched at her ever harder. “Katara!” She rubbed frantically, wanting to please him, wanting to help him, rubbing her leg against his calf, feeling her breasts rub against his side every time he squirmed against her hand. She was almost as short of breath as he was. He writhed. Her hand was starting to cramp from the awkward angle. She began to start to worry that she wasn't doing something right, that maybe she was hurting him. Aang then clutched at her, hard.

 

“Katara! I'm!” And she felt drops of warms fall over her hand and arm as his member gave a mighty twitch. Startled, she jerked her hand away. Aang's grip on her relaxed as his muscles un-tensed. He drew up some blanket to wipe himself and her off.

“I'm sorry.” He whispered. “I got you all messy.” She lifted her head and met his eyes. They were full of Love and Contentment. “Thank you.” He tilted her chin to kiss her.

She lost herself in his kiss.

 

After a minute or three they parted and Katara was surprised to see the Thing still upright. Now that she had brought herself to look at it, it struck Katara as being sort of…ridiculous. Standing up proudly to the sky, contrary to anything else on the landscape of Aang's body. A bead of cum still remained in its `eye', and Katara could now see all the ridges and folds her fingers had foreshadowed.

 

“It…it's still, um, hard?” she quavered.

“It goes away after a little bit. It's actually softer than it was…”

“Wow.” She said, and then hid herself in his shoulder again at having been caught staring at it. “How often does it…you know?”

“Every morning…every time I think of…never mind.” Aang blushed and drew his loincloth over his parts.

“Every morning? Really?”

“Well…yeah. All of them are like that. It's called, um, morning wood.” He cast his eyes upward in embarrassment. “It's just a natural occurrence, even when I don't have a beautiful woman in my arms.”

 

Katara thought that deserved a kiss.

 

 

“So you're like that every morning? Doesn't it hurt?”

“Well, maybe. Usually I either, um, `take care of it' or let it go away on it's own.”

“So guys are ready for, you know what, every morning?” Katara was incredulous.

“Kind of.”

“Hmmm”

 

Katara filed the information away for further consideration.

 Aang pulled the blankets around them and wrapped Katara in both arms. The sun hadn't quite risen and the temple was still cool from the morning dew and canyon drafts. Katara burrowed into the hollow of Aang's chest. I can't believe I just did that! She thought scandalously. I just touched his…Thing! I just made him come…wow. What would Sokka say if he knew….

Katara mentally jumped. They were together now, weren't they? They would have to tell Sokka, and tell Toph, and tell Zuko…well maybe not Zuko so much. Dad would want to know, and Gran-gran and Master Pakku and Suki and…

“Aang?”

“Mmm?” Amazingly, to Katara, he was starting to fall back asleep. Albeit with a supremely content look on his face, but still.

“We're together now right? I mean, Together, together?”

He smiled with closed eyes.

“Definitely.”

“How are we gonna tell people?”

Aang shrugged. “I dunno, does it matter how?”

“I guess not…I mean, we are going to tell people right?”

“Why wouldn't we?”

“Well, if we tell them about Us, we'd have to tell them about your air nomad vision.”

Aang began idling tracing circles on Katara's hip, eyes still closed. Katara laid a hand on his bare chest and laid her forehead against his. “Aang?”

“Yeah, I guess we'd have to. I just…I'd feel guilty.” He admitted, sighing and opening his eyes.

“Guilty?” she started, “about Us? About us being Together?” Her face fell. Aang hastily amended his statement, wanting to banish that sad look as soon as possible.

“No! Never! I'd never feel bad about this.” He took her hand and pressed it against his heart. “Ever.” He kissed her fingers. Katara's expression lifted.

“What did you mean, then?”

“I'd feel guilty for them uprooting and following me around the world, again, mind you, and I'd feel almost as bad not telling them before I go-“

“We go.” Katara interrupted, her mouth set stubbornly. “Not you alone. Not while I'm around.” Aang resisted the urge to laugh and kiss that stubborn mouth. He successfully resisted only the urge to laugh. He really loved that mouth of hers, no matter what it was doing, but when it puckered slightly into that adorable little stubborn blossom on her face he found it hard to resist. And now, he was ever so thankful that he didn't have to.

He kissed her long and hard, cradling her jaw line in his hands. Aang was kissing her like an earth-bender, persistent and confident, almost bruising her mouth in his fervor. It was almost a dominating kiss, and Aang being forceful was exciting and novel. As suddenly as he had begun, he released her mouth from his onslaught. When they broke apart, Katara had an endearing flushed and flustered look to rival the adorableness of her stubborn face.

She decided to pull her own bout of spontaneity. She practically leapt forward to claim Aang's lips. Her hands tightened around the back of his head, drawing him fiercely into the storm of her passion. He too started but responded almost with more fervor. The kisses were fast and intense and possibly a little bruising, but neither of them seemed to care.

“Aang…Aang” she pulled away just long enough to moan his name before he started on her neck and throat. “Ahh, So good, It feels so good.” Aang was anointing her shoulders with kisses, his hands running wild over her back and waist. Their mouths collided to resume their passionate frenzy. Katara's air nomad style dress was unwrapping even further in the throes of their kissing.

 

Her back arched to rub her breasts against his bare chest. Katara ground her hips against the member she had serviced not so long ago. Amazingly, it seemed ready for action yet again, and she rubbed against him deliciously. She grabbed his hands and laid them on her breasts, shooting Aang an inviting, smoldering look. His breath caught, but the intensity and desire never wavered in his expression. “Katara?” he rumbled low in his throat, lower than she had ever heard him speak before. “Do you want me to do something for you?” He conjured up a smoldering look of his own. It only served to make her hotter for him.

 

“I want you Aang. Touch me. Feel me.” She rubbed his hands all over her aching breasts. “I'm yours. And I want you.”

 

“Katara.” He breathed and bent to kiss her as he slid a hand into her dress and exposed her chest. His tongue in her mouth matched the rhythm of his caress on her breast. He rolled her nipple until it was a hard little pebble of flesh in his fingers. He cupped her breasts gently, bouncing each one experimentally. He then broke from her exquisite mouth and kissed a trail to her breasts from her throat. Katara moaned and moaned and moaned. Her ran her hands over his sparse head fuzz, drawing his head quicker to address her longing-for-contact flesh. He took a nipple into his mouth and sucked. Katara gave a little cry at the deliciousness of his lips.

 

He worshipped at the altar of her breasts; savoring the sounds he drew from her writhing form. Sometime in their passion he had shifted to be over her, his hips pinning her down. His weight above her excited her like nothing else could. It all felt so wonderful, so primal, like the memories of her ancestors approving the domination of male over female. Most of the time she would have rebuked such backwards thinking, but here and now, she liked the weight of Aang over her. Protecting her, almost. Being solidly There, grounding her to reality and creating a sphere of influence which only included them and the blanket. She could also feel his hips grind against hers, his member poking her as if to beg humbly at her gate.

 

He finished soliciting her cries of arousal and attacked her mouth yet again.

 

“Katara? Do.” He punctuated each word with kisses, “You. Know? How long I have wanted to be here, with you. How much…I want you? I love you so much. I need you. “

 

He slipped a finger into the waistband of her Sari. “Would you…it's just, may I?”

She nodded, smiling coyly. Katara braced her hands on his shoulders, and he then drew her wrap skirt from around her hips. There was something so delicious in the way she arched her back to help him maneuver the fabric. “Katara” he breathed, like an `I love you'. He parted her legs and lowered his face to her nether regions. The stolen diagrams from Zuko's palace he had memorized, but she looked nothing so simple as those ink drawings. He gave an experimental lick at the top of her mound. She placed her hands on his head and tried not to buck into his nose. “Again. Oh spirits, AGAIN.” She commanded.

 

He explored her, following the sounds of the pleasure. She finally couldn't take the torture. It was amazing, what he was doing,,.but it all felt like candy, sweet but insubstantial, not terribly fulfilling. She tugged on his shoulder.

 

“Aang, I need more, I need you…in me. I want you. Take me.” She growled at him.

 

“As you wish.” He rose, slowly climbing over her, like a giant cat on the prowl. He claimed her mouth again, and this time, it was the kiss of a firebender. Hot, passionate, and insistent. As he had been drawing himself toward her he had been lowering his remaining clothing off of his legs, and once again the ridiculous Thing made an appearance. Aang licked his lips. She stared at his member, hovering so tantalizingly close to her entrance. Aang paused. “Are you ready?” She looked him full in the eye, desire radiating from her skin.

 

“Yes. Take me.”

 

And with half a gasp, half a moan, Aang slid into her. Katara arched her back at the strangeness of having Aang inside of her. It was filling, in a way she had never even thought one could be filled. She had heard all the crude jokes from the village boys about “sheathing the sword”, but the comparison was strangely accurate. Aang had frozen when he had felt her stiffen. Katara experimentally wiggled her hips and involuntarily winced. It hurt…but it also felt really, really good. She moved a little more, trying to get used to the sensation. After a bit of careful gyrations, she felt herself find a rhythm of pleasure, and let Aang know she was ready with a series of appreciative moans. He almost collapsed with the releasing the tension he's held himself at resisting the overwhelming desire to pound into her with wild abandon. She had been so blessedly tight and slick. The friction was almost unbearably amazing. He gritted his teeth. I will make sure she has a good first time, even if it kills me.

 

Katara wrapped her legs around his thighs and started trying to pull him even further into her. It was so much…so much, so wonderful! “More!” she cried. “Aang! Please! Please! Aang!” She felt like she was at the brink of a cast cliff, running faster and faster. Little jumps of pleasure, but not quite there, not quite at the final leap, but so close. So close. So close!

 

“Aang!” she cried out in desperation. As if reading her mind, he sped up, shifting angles as he did so, driving harder and shallower into her, taking short and fast strokes, almost pulling out completely before lowering a third of himself in. The new angle and friction against her sensitive entrance finally did the trick. She flung her head back. Katara clutched, hard at Aang's back, clawing a bit as she flew off her mental cliff. She seized, gasping for breath and tightening around Aang in her ecstasy. “YES! Yes! Ahhh! So much! Sosssoo…” She couldn't even speak, her cries dissolving into garble. He finally couldn't hold out any longer. He exploded in glorious release, a brief moan away from Katara's climax. He slumped forward, as if all his strings had been cut.

 

She eventually came back to earth, but still shuttered from pleasant aftershocks. Aang was laying on top of her, inside her and twitching in the wake of his orgasm. The pulsing of his member in her made her shudder in pleasure and groan from overstimulation.

 

Aang made a move to pull out. Katara's legs wrapped tight around his waist. “Don't move. You feel so good…” she pleaded. “Alright” he managed. He laid his tattooed head against her breast and listened to the furious pounding of her heart.

 

“That was amazing.”

 

“So amazing”.