Avatar The Last Airbender Fan Fiction ❯ Flight ❯ The Next Step ( Chapter 5 )

That night, Aang had the dream again. Only this time, instead of a single starry air bison coming to life out of the night sky it was hundreds. Hundreds of glittering constellations swirls around Aang's dream state and lead him forward into the dazzling sunrise. Hurry, they seemed to say in low rumbling whispers, there's something we want to show you. Hurry. And suddenly they were gone, turned into hundreds of shooting stars falling into the east, a breathtaking light show. Hurry.

 

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 grew moist and hot.

 

“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, erm, `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.