Disclaimer: I do not own Avatar: The Last Airbender.

Katara walked into the bar. It had been a long day, and all she wanted to do was forget for a little while. She had caught her now ex-boyfriend Jet who she had dated for two years cheating on her the night before because she didn't want to have sex until they were married. Now he was gone and the pain of his betrayal was coursing through her, much to her dismay. Drinks weren't usually her first solution to her problems, but this was a strong pain that the only way she could think to push it down was lots of alcohol. Her liver wouldn't be too happy about it, but her heart was too hurt to listen to anything other than the pain rolling off her in waves. Taking a seat at the bar, she called weakly to the bartender, "Crown on the rocks please!"

The bartender walked up to her and poured her drink. "Here you go, Miss." He saw the tears threatening to fall down her face. "Miss, are you okay?"

"Yes," she lied as she grabbed the drink. "I've just had a long day is all." The bartender didn't look convinced, but he let it go on account of being able to tell she didn't want to talk about it.

"Alright, if you say so," he said reluctantly. She put the drink down fast and slammed the cup on the counter. "Would you like another?"

She nodded quickly, wanting badly to get as many in as possible. "Yes please." Her eagerness worried him, but he understood that something was upsetting her, so he just poured her some more. "Thank you."

"So," he started as she threw it back, "What brings you here on a Monday night? I've never seen you here before, and I never forget a face." Katara put the glass back down and thought about it for a moment. Obviously this man wanted to help her, but she wasn't sure if she wanted to go down that road. Usually doing that would cause more pain than not talking. "You don't have to Miss, but I hate to see someone so sad and not do anything about it."

His kind words mixed with the alcohol finally lowered her walls just enough for her to start talking. "I was in a relationship for two years," she started with tears beginning to fall against her will. "This guy that I dated who I thought I was going to spend the rest of my life with decided that he couldn't wait until after we were married to have sex, so he went and cheated on me. Now I'm alone and he's out there sleeping with whores and having the time of his life." She let out a shaky breath as more tears streamed down her face. "He never even loved me. All this time I wasted with him, and he barely even cared for me." She wiped her tears and looked away, not wanting to show him her weak side, something she hadn't even shown her own family.

The man looked around to make sure that there was still no one else there and walked around the counter to give her a hug, catching her completely by surprise. "I'm sorry," he told her sincerely. "I can only imagine what kind of pain you're going through right now." His soft breath on her neck sent shivers down her spine, but she hugged him back, feeling some of the pain melt away as his comfort spread over her. There was something warm and inviting about his touch, almost as if his very soul was a warm, open, and inviting flame. "This might sound a little weird since I don't know you at all, but that guy is an absolute idiot. If he's willing to give up a girl as beautiful as you are, then he's about as smart as these stools here," he joked, making her smile a little as she blushed.

"Well thanks," she sniffled as she finally got a good look at him. Her breath caught in her throat as she looked over his features. He was gorgeous. His chiseled features were complemented by his short, wavy almost jet black hair. Muscles could be seen through his clothes, making them look like they could burst at any moment. And the best part of all, his stormy gray eyes. They were the most unique eyes she had ever seen in her life. It was as if she was staring into a thunderstorm that was about to rain down on her, making her want to drown in his smoky depths. He smiled at her, unconsciously making her want to smile back. His smile was so bright, so warming, so welcoming, it was as if someone was welcoming her home. She finally snapped out of her daze when he stood up, making her a little sad that he was leaving. "I guess you have to get back to work, huh?"

The man shook his head as he walked to the front door and locked it while flipping the sign to 'closed'. Her eyebrows raised as he walked back, but he just sat down next to her again and grabbed the bottle. When he noticed her discomfort, he smiled sheepishly. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you or anything, but it's a slow night and you need someone to talk to." He stuck a hand up in the air. "I swear, I'm not a pervert or anything. If you want to leave, I'll unlock it for you right now."

She looked at him closely and saw only the deepest sincerity in his eyes. Feeling a bit relieved, she nodded and relaxed once again. "Okay. I was just a little worried there. From what I've heard, most bartenders don't lock the doors during business hours unless they're up to no good."

"Maybe, but that isn't me," he assured her as he grabbed another glass and poured some crown in each for the both of them.

"Aren't you worried that your boss is going to fire you for locking up early?" she asked curiously.

He shook his head with a smile. "Nope, because I have the privilege of being my own boss. I'll never have to worry about getting fired." The shot went down as quickly as she had ever seen someone do it. He put the glass down and let out a relaxed sigh. "It also means that I get to have as much of the product as I want, so I enjoy that aspect of it as well."

She laughed a little, "Well I would imagine. So what made you want to own a bar? You could have chosen anything, so why a bar?"

"I didn't choose to own a bar," he said honestly. "My parents owned this place before they died, and it was passed down to me. I would have sold it by now, but it's the only real thing that keeps me connected to them, so I won't let it go just yet."

Katara looked at him sadly, knowing exactly how he felt. "I know what you mean," she murmured, making him look at her curiously. "My mother died when I was young. Shot by a man who had her at gunpoint at a gas station." His worry for her only deepened as she explained her story. "The man was drunk and decided that robbing a gas station would be a good idea," she continued. "She tried to fight back and lost her life because of it." She grabbed the necklace that was on her neck. "This is all I have left of her."

"I'm so sorry, Miss," he whispered sadly while taking her hand in his, causing her to blush again. "If it helps at all, my parents were in a similar situation." She looked at him in surprise and waited for him to elaborate. "My parents were mugged while I was at school one day, and I guess they did something to anger the thieves because I got a call that day saying they had been shot. I haven't been to their graves in years…"

She hugged him this time, taking him by surprise but he enjoyed it all the same. "I'm so sorry, too. That must have hurt badly."

He nodded slowly as he pulled away, making her groan a little at losing his warmth, much to her surprise. "It did, but it's in the past. They wouldn't have wanted me to keep mourning over them, but to remember them as they were and make the most out of my life." He chuckled a little as he poured some more into their glasses. "If my parents were anything, they were stubborn about me not letting bad things get to me. I'll honor them by living life as best as I can, no matter what comes my way."

Katara couldn't help but admire him. Here he was, a man who had lost his parents at a young age, who held onto their family bar just to feel a connection to them. That was almost unheard of in the world they lived in. Most people would have sold it and moved on to their next adventure, but he decided that he would do something he didn't really want to if it meant he could feel like he was with his family again. "I'm sure that they're proud of you…" she trailed off as she realized that she didn't know his name. "What's your name?"

"The name's Aang, Aang White," he stuck out his hand to her with a smile.

"Katara Aqua," she responded as she took his hand. To her surprise, he brought her hand to his lips and kissed it softly, making her blush all the way down to her neck.

He noticed this and smiled sheepishly. "Sorry, my parents taught me that whenever you meet a girl to kiss her hand. They were kind of old fashioned when it comes to stuff like this, but I think I like it better than just a regular handshake."

"I hope you're not kissing guys' hands then," Katara joked lightly, feeling her stress start to melt away the more she talked to him.

Aang laughed, making her laugh as well. His laugh was infectious, and she couldn't help but wonder why she had never met him before. "No no," he assured her. "Only for women. Especially for beautiful women like you. Though not many beautiful women come here, so I'm surprised that you have."

She blushed again at his compliments. "You really think I'm pretty?"

"Of course!" he grinned as he looked at her. "Did I not say that like three times in our conversation?" Katara couldn't help but smile back. Aang was so nice and comforting. He had even managed to get her to do something she didn't think she would be able to for a long time. Smile.

"Well, you're not too bad looking yourself," she found herself lightly flirting, forgetting all about why she had come there in the first place. Aang blushed heavily, making her giggle a little. He loved the sound of her laugh. It was like chiming bells, and he would listen to that for the rest of his life if he had the option to.

"Thanks," he looked deeply into her eyes as she looked into his. As the minutes passed, they sat there in a comfortable silence, just enjoying each others' presence. Finally Aang remembered he had drinks and let another go down the hatch. "Wow," he chuckled. "I've had this a million times, but I still am not used to how hard it can hit you sometimes."

She giggled a little as he smiled, listening to the music that she called a laugh. "Yeah, even the best drinkers in the world have trouble with it sometimes. My brother Sokka thinks he can drink, but he almost pukes if he has more than three beers. He's a lightweight if I've ever seen one."

Aang smirked a little, imagining that scene in his head. "Sounds like he's an interesting man. What's it like to have a sibling?" he wondered.

"Well," Katara thought about it, "It can be good sometimes, but there are just as many bad times, so you never really know what you're going to get. I can tell you that in my experience that siblings fight more often than not, so I would be thankful to be an only child if I were you."

"Maybe you're right, or maybe you're wrong," he shrugged. "Siblings might be annoying, but from what I've heard they have your back more often than not. Am I wrong?"

She thought about it for a moment. Sokka was annoying most of the time, but she had to admit that he was right. If there was ever any problems, like if she missed her mom or if she was having boy issues, then she could always count Sokka to be there for her as he could do the same with her. "You're right…" she said thoughtfully with a smile. "I guess I don't always appreciate my brother as much as I should. Now that I think about it, he's probably out there ready to kill Jet for breaking my heart."

Aang's eyes widened in surprise. "The guy who broke your heart's name is Jet?" She nodded slowly, not really wanting to think about him right now. He smiled sadly. "I'm sorry about that. I've met the guy. He's kind of a douchebag."

"Yeah, he is," she agreed as she drank another shot. "I don't know why I fell for him in the first place."

"Probably because he's a sweet talker," he suggested as he drank his as well. "I've seen him around here hitting on other girls, usually taking them home within an hour." Katara's eyes turned sad again. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said anything." He hit himself on the head repeatedly. "Stupid, stupid, stupid."

She took his hand and put it down softly, much to his surprise. "No it's fine," she told him without letting go. "The more bad stuff I know about him, the sooner I see that I dodged a bullet. I just wish that I had seen it coming before."

He put a hand on her shoulder, making her unconsciously freeze as he stared into her eyes. "Well like I said before, he doesn't know what he's missing out on. He left behind an amazing, sweet, kind and gorgeous girl. The guy's a complete idiot for letting you go."

"Thanks," she said shyly with a deep blush. "So," she looked him in the eye, "any women in your life lately?"

"No, I haven't dated anyone in a while," he laughed. "Just could never find the right person, you know?"

Katara nodded with a soft smile. "Yeah, I think I know what you mean. Before I dated Jet, I didn't go out with anyone for three years. There just wasn't anyone who I felt a connection with. Then Jet came along, and he was this sweet talking, tall, good looking guy and I let myself fall into it. I'll never make that mistake again," she mumbled that last part to herself.

Aang raised an eyebrow, "Whoa whoa, just because one guy you dated who happened to be like that turned out to be a jerk doesn't mean you should just give up on people who just so happen to have those qualities. Not all guys are complete jerks. That's not fair to someone who truly wants a shot of having a life with you just because of someone else's mistake," he pointed out.

"That may be," she conceded with a roll of her eyes, "but I don't want to risk that again. There's a reason why that stereotype has a negative connotation on it."

"If you're okay with stereotypes, then how about I call you over emotional?" Aang challenged, making Katara frown a little.

"But I'm not over emotional!" Katara objected.

Aang nodded in acknowledgement, "And not all guys who are tall, good looking, and say sweet things are jerks. According to you I'm good looking, I know that I'm tall, and I've been told that I say sweet things to women. Does that make me a bad guy?"

Katara was silent for a moment, not really knowing what to say. Of course he was right, but her stubbornness and pride wouldn't allow her to say so. Looking at him closely, she could see the defiance in his eyes and knew that he wouldn't take 'yes' for an answer. "No," she said in defeat. "You're actually one of the nicest guys I've ever met."

He smiled, "Well thank you. I try." She smiled back as he got back to the point. "Don't just give up because one guy was a complete idiot. You never know when a guy who you're describing might turn out to be the love of your life, and you might miss your chance because you held a prejudice against guys who were similar in appearance to Jet."

She studied him for several moments in silence, taking in everything about him as a soft smile crept onto her face. "You know what? You're right," she admitted, catching him completely by surprise.

"I am?" he asked in confusion, not expecting her to agree so readily.

"You are," she smiled again, staring into his eyes unflinchingly. "You're absolutely right. I shouldn't give up on guys like that just because one of them turned out to be a jerk. It's not fair at all to those who have done nothing to me for me to ignore them because of Jet's mistake. Thank you for helping me see that," she told him with a long kiss on the cheek.

He chuckled nervously with a deep blush, "Um… you're welcome?" he asked more than answered.

She just laughed and brought her glass over to the bottle. "Mind if I have another shot?" she asked sweetly.

"Of course not," he grinned. "If anyone needs it right now, you do." He poured more into both of their cups. "How about a toast? To getting over jerks and moving on to finding new love. Cheers."

"Cheers," she agreed with a smile as they clinked their glasses together and threw it down. The alcohol was finally starting to wear her down more, and her inhibitions were let down just enough for her to focus on his lips.

Aang wiped some Crown that had spilled on the counter off and put the rag back in his pocket. "Don't worry about paying your tab. It's on me tonight." Katara couldn't hold herself back anymore. Aang looked at her to see her looking at him with predatory-like eyes. "Um… is everything alright-" He was cut off as Katara's lips smashed against his. His eyes widened in surprise, but sunk closed in bliss for a few seconds until he realized what was happening. Pulling away abruptly, he sat back a foot from her, making her frown.

"What? Did you not like it?" she asked sadly, thinking she may have made a mistake in assuming he was sending her hints.

He shook his head quickly. "I did. It's just that you're drunk right now and I'm not going to take advantage of you. I'm not one of those guys."

She grabbed him by his face and brought him closer. "Aang, I might be a little tipsy, but I know exactly what I'm doing." Leaning in closer, she moved her lips to his ear and smiled. "Kiss me."

Aang shook his head as he moved away again. "I can't and won't do this to you. You've had a lot of shots and are deeply hurt. I'm not taking advantage of you, and that's that." He tried to get up but she held him down and sat on his lap, making the stool creak a little.

"I'm not drunk," she insisted. "Look me in the eyes and tell me that I'm drunk." He did as she asked and saw that she really wasn't drunk. A little tipsy maybe, but definitely not drunk.

"Wow," he laughed. "You definitely aren't a lightweight if you can have that many shots and aren't drunk."

She smiled and moved her lips closer to his, "Yeah, but I'm not really interested in talking right now…" Before he could respond, she kissed him again and this time he didn't fight it. He kissed her back and wrapped his arms around her waist as hers went around his neck. After a couple minutes, they slowly pulled apart and smiled at each other. Before anything else could be said, she pulled him back into another kiss and got closer to him, despite already being on his lap. The kiss was amazing. Never before had she felt so… happy as when she kissed him. Not even after being with Jet for two years did she ever feel like this when she had kissed him. Amazing didn't even come close to how she felt with his lips on hers. It amazed her how all it took was one guy to come into her life and make her forget all about the jerk who had broken her heart. She was better off without him and she knew it. Her tongue begged for entrance to which he allowed, making her sigh in content as a hand went up and played with her hair. The kiss became heated and their tongues battled, trying to get the upper hand. Before either of them knew it, Aang was kissing her neck as she moaned loudly, enjoying the feeling of his lips on her sensitive skin. His lips got in just the right spot, causing the heat to rush south. She grabbed his face and smashed her lips to his again more urgently, feeling the burning need in her loins. They reluctantly pulled away for a moment, breathing heavily as they looked in each others eyes. "Do you have an apartment near here?"

He nodded, "My parents added a condo type deal upstairs." She smiled and kissed him again before dragging him up the stairwell to their right. As they reached the top, she tried to open the door but found that it was locked. "Don't worry, I got it." He took out a key and quickly unlocked it while she grabbed his hand and dragged him inside.

"Where's your room?" she asked a little desperately.

"Down the hall," he pointed straight across from him. She didn't hesitate and dragged him further along until they were in his room. She shut the door and locked it, the heat between her legs only getting hotter as time passed. Katara didn't bother to admire the room as she was too busy with attacking his lips again to care. They both fell back onto the bed with her kissing him hungrily, loving the taste of his lips. She tried taking off his shirt, but he held her hands in place, much to her disapproval.

"What?" she asked breathlessly.

"I thought you said that you wanted to wait until you were married," he pointed out. "Wasn't that the whole reason why you and-"

"Don't you dare say his name right now," she pointed a finger in his face.

He chuckled nervously, "Okay, but isn't that the reason? Now you want to do it with a guy you just met?"

"You're not just some guy I just met," she argued while kissing his neck. "I feel a real connection with you, Aang. One that I've never felt with anyone else before."

Aang rolled his eyes. "Are you sure that's not the alcohol talking?" She gave him a look. He took her hands in his and kissed them. "Look Katara, I like you, but I don't want you to do something that you might regret."

Katara leaned in and kissed him again. "Trust me, Aang. I won't regret this." He tried to protest again, but she put her hands on his face and smashed her lips to his. The spark he felt became too much for him and his resistance melted along with his brain as he kissed her back. Her hands finally managed to pull his shirt off as she admired his abs and muscles. "Wow," she breathed, drooling a little much to her embarrassment. "You're ripped."

"Thanks," he smirked a little. "How about we even things out?" She raised her arms as he threw off her shirt to reveal a dark blue bra. "I agree, wow is right." She smiled and kissed him again as his arms went around her back, slowly getting her bra unhooked. She stopped kissing him when she felt it fall down and covered her breasts. "Oh, so you're being shy now?" he asked with a smirk.

"Well it's my first time letting a guy see me naked," she defended herself. "I think it's only fair that I'm bashful about it."

Aang laughed and pulled her closer, looking deeply into her eyes. "It's okay. I think it's cute," he told her, making her smile and her hands drop from it, giving him a good view. His hands slowly cupped them, making her moan as he gave them a gentle squeeze. "They're beautiful," he murmured. "Almost as beautiful as you are." She blushed but kissed him again as she started feeling his abs, wanting to feel every inch of him. His lips resumed their attack on her neck, starting to drive her even more wild as she felt the lust burn within her. Her hips met his as she moved even closer, causing them both to moan as his erection rubbed against her cheeks. Finally having enough, they broke the kiss and took each others pants off as quickly as possible. Once that was finished, Aang kissed her neck and slowly put his hand into her lacy blue panties, rubbing her gently as she moaned loudly. "Wow, you're really turned on aren't you?" he asked with a laugh.

"Shut up and keep doing that," she demanded against his lips as she kissed him again. He complied and rubbed her more, making her back arch slightly.

"How about we do this?" he flipped her over and pulled down her underwear with her legs spread, throwing them to the other side of the room. She watched as his head dipped down on her and spread her with his tongue, making her moan loudly and clench the sheets as he dug deep within her.

She moaned louder, feeling nothing but pleasure as he worked on her. "Holy shit, this feels amazing." Katara slammed a hand across her mouth as a finger entered, doing her best not to wake any possible neighbors.

Aang looked up from her and smiled. "Go ahead and be as loud as you want. No one will be able to hear you. The nearest neighbor is in a completely different building," he assured her. She nodded and forced his head back down on her as his lips wrapped around her sensitive nub, making her pant as she felt her climax coming quickly.

"Aang… I'm so close," she breathed as his tongue re-entered her. He was too busy to answer her with words at the moment, so he decided to respond by putting in a second finger, much to her pleasure. "Aang!" she called out as she felt her first ever orgasm. He slowly lapped up all of her juices as she finally settled down, her breathing ragged as she felt the high come back down slowly.

"How was that?" he asked curiously as she still struggled to regain her breath.

After another moment, she smiled weakly. "That was… amazing." She looked down to see his erection poking out of his boxers. "Now how about I take care of you?" Not giving him a chance to respond, she flipped him over and pulled down his underwear, gasping as his ten inch shaft stood proudly. "Wow, you're big," she said with admiration as she stroked it softly.

"Thanks," he choked out as she stroked him quicker. When she was satisfied that he was enjoying himself, she wrapped her lips around his head and sucked lightly on it, making him groan and clench the sheets, almost tearing into it as she went deeper. "How are you so good at this?" he asked breathlessly as she went deeper down on him.

She shrugged and removed her mouth from his length, much to his disappointment. "I could ask you the same thing. Personally, I've never done this before, but I've had friends who gave me tips on how to do it, so I'm just following that."

"I haven't either, but I did pretty well in health class, so I guess I just paid attention," Aang shrugged. She resumed her work on him, making him moan as she went deeper on him than before. Her head bobbed up and down several times until she could feel him on the edge. Knowing what would finish the job, she closed her eyes and forced herself all the way down, causing him to finish instantly. "Oh Katara," he moaned as her mouth filled with his warm seed.

She slowly pulled off of him and licked her lips, enjoying his taste as he laid sprawled out on the bed, completely unable to move as he was in heaven. "I like how you taste," she informed him with a smile.

He laughed weakly, "I like how you taste too." She blushed a little but smiled and moved up to kiss him again, enjoying the taste of each other mixing together. After a few minutes, his erection stood again and rubbed against her lips, causing the fire to go back to her legs. She kissed him hungrily while stroking him back to full length. He flipped her over and hovered above her. "Are you sure you want to do this?" he asked seriously. "You only lose your virginity once."

"And you only give your first blow job once," she shrugged. "If I had to give it to anyone, I would definitely pick you."

"Well, I guess it's only fair that I give you mine as well in return," he told her with a smile.

Her eyebrows raised in surprise. "You're a virgin?" He nodded. "How is that possible?"

"Because I never found a girl I liked enough to go that far with," he explained as he kissed her softly. "Until today that is."

"Really? You've never just wanted to have sex with a girl, no strings attached?" He shook his head. "You're something else, Aang. I hope you know that."

Aang smiled a little, "So I've been told. Like I said Katara, I'm not that kind of guy. Of course I want to have sex, but I would rather it be with someone who actually means something to me."

Katara smiled, "I mean something to you?"

"Yeah," he chuckled. "I told you I like you, remember?"

"Oh yeah," she laughed sheepishly. "I forgot about that. I was a little too… distracted to really register that."

He grinned and kissed her neck. "Well how about I distract you some more?" he whispered in her ear, making her shiver in anticipation. Nodding eagerly, she spread her legs and grabbed his length and put it at her entrance. "This is your last chance Katara," he warned her. "There's no going back after this."

"I don't care," she moaned as he slowly entered her. He finally gave in and eased himself into her as he reached her barrier.

"This is going to hurt a little, so I'll go slow," he told her gently. She nodded in response and gasped with tears in her eyes as he pushed through her, clinging on to him and biting down on his shoulder to keep from screaming out in pain. "It's okay," he comforted her with a kiss. "Just give it a few moments and it won't hurt anymore." Sure enough, a few moments later the pain went away and was replaced by pleasure. She moaned as he started moving in her, his shaft practically splitting her apart. "Holy shit," she gasped. "It feels like you're tearing me apart." He laughed a little and thrusted slowly into her until she kissed him to signal she was ready. Finally getting the go ahead, he picked up his speed and thrust quickly into her, making her moan louder with every thrust. Her arms and legs wrapped around him as he pounded into her, feeling her head swim with pleasure.

Aang groaned a little as felt her walls around him. "You're so tight Katara," he moaned as he kissed her neck. She grabbed his face and forced him back to her lips as his thrusts slowed down but increased with power, slamming into her and making the bed creak loudly as her moans filled the room. Katara could feel her climax coming quickly as he made love to her, enjoying the feeling of him inside of her.

"Aang!" she cried out as she climaxed again. He gave her a few moments to catch her breath and caught his own as well. "Let's try something else," she suggested. He nodded and pulled slowly out of her while she turned around and got up on her hands and knees. He whistled a little at the view to which she rolled her eyes, but gasped as he re-entered her, going deeper than before. "No wonder Jet wanted to have sex," she moaned as he filled her up.

He leaned down to her ear. "He really doesn't know what he's missing out on," he whispered huskily, making her sigh happily. His thrusts started to slow as he resumed their love making, wanting to give her as much time as she needed to adjust to him.

"Faster Aang," she almost begged. He smiled and complied by grabbing her hips and thrusting harder into her, making her scream a little as she slapped a hand over her mouth. Aang removed her hand and kissed it.

"No need for that," he whispered softly. "I want to hear everything." She moaned loudly as he went faster than before, causing the bed to creak with every thrust inside of her. As he had his way with her, Katara couldn't help but think about how it had led to this. Not that she was regretting it, but this was the last thing she thought would happen today. But now she was moving on to something better, something that could actually be good for her. I won't miss Jet at all, she thought with a smile as he went faster. Her moans filled the quiet apartment as he brought her pleasure to the peak.

"Aang, I'm going to cum soon," she moaned loudly.

"Me too," he moaned back while reaching down and bringing her face to his for a kiss. Their ends approached rapidly as Aang's hand went down and rubbed her quickly, making her dig her face into his pillow.

"Aang!" she called out as she felt her final release. He wasn't too far behind and finished with one final thrust as he burst inside her.

"Oh Katara!" he moaned as he finally felt his release. They collapsed onto the bed in exhaustion, trying desperately to catch their breaths and failing. When they finally had enough to speak, Aang realized something. "Shit, I didn't use a condom!"

She calmed him down with a kiss on the lips. "Don't worry. I've been on the pill for a while now." He gave her a curious look. "It helps with periods," she explained. "I take it every day so I don't forget."

He nodded in understanding as he let out a sigh of relief. "Good, I'm glad." He pulled her to him and kissed her head. "Do you want to stay the night?" he asked hopefully.

"Sure," she smiled and kissed him. "I don't think I could move right now if I wanted to anyway," she laughed, making him laugh as well.

The exhaustion finally caught up to them as they felt their eyes slowly close. "Goodnight Katara," Aang mumbled with a final kiss on her head.

She snuggled into him as she felt sleep start to claim her as well. "Goodnight Aang," she mumbled back and fell asleep with a happy sigh, feeling completely at ease in his arms.

Sunlight poured into the room through the blinds as Katara slowly awoke, feeling as if she was in a foreign place. She could feel an unfamiliar warmth against her. This wasn't like Jet's warmth. Where am I? She thought tiredly. The memories of the night before flooded back to her as her eyes snapped open. Looking up slowly, she was relieved to see it was still Aang holding her tightly, making her smile at how peaceful he looked as he slept. God he's handsome, she thought with a smile as she stroked his cheek with her hand. He let out a content sigh as her hand traveled down his skin slowly, murmuring something she couldn't decipher. Wanting to know what he was dreaming of, she leaned in closer until her ear was right next to his lips. "Katara," he mumbled quietly as he held her tightly, making her smile widely. He was dreaming of her. She kissed him softly on the lips, not being able to hold herself back after hearing his dreams about her. As if on cue, his eyes slowly fluttered open to see her staring at him. "So that wasn't just a dream," he said in surprise.

She giggled a little and shook her head. "Nope. That was real." He smiled and pulled her closer for a kiss which she accepted eagerly. The need for air eventually became too great and they reluctantly pulled apart.

"So," he started as he took her hand in his. "I know last night wasn't a usual meeting for two people and that we're definitely passed a date, but would you be interested in letting me take you to dinner some time?"

Katara pretended to think about it for a moment just to make him nervous. It worked well as he gulped when she didn't answer for a few moments until she finally nodded with a smile. "I would love to," she told him with a kiss on the cheek.

A huge grin spread over his face as he sighed in relief. "Great. I was really worried there for a second."

She giggled slightly, "We had sex last night and you're worried about getting a date with me?"

"Yeah," he nodded. "For all I know this could have been just a hookup. I wasn't sure if you were actually interested in me or not."

"How could I not be?" she asked as she ran her hands down his chest. "A hot guy who is sweet and caring? How could I possibly turn that down?"

He smiled and kissed her forehead. "Good. I'm glad." They held each other in a comfortable silence for a little while until Katara heard her phone start ringing in her pants that were on the other side of the room. Groaning slightly, she got up and walked quickly over to her pants and grabbed it, seeing that it was her brother. Putting a finger to her lips at Aang, she answered, "What do you want, Sokka?"

"Are you alright, sis?" his voice rang loudly over the phone. "You didn't come home last night. Dad and I were really worried."

"I'm fine Sokka," she assured him. "I went to a bar and rented a hotel room so I wouldn't have to drive home," she half-lied, not wanting to tell her brother she had been deflowered.

He was silent for a moment as she worried if he would believe her or not, but he finally said, "Okay." She let out a soft sigh of relief as he continued, "I'm sorry that you're so hurt about what happened that you have to go to a bar, but alcohol isn't going to help you sis."

"I know Sokka," she agreed, catching him by surprise.

"You do?" he asked in disbelief.

She nodded knowing he wouldn't be able to see her. "I do. Alcohol doesn't fix things." She looked over to Aang with a smile. "You don't have to worry about it anymore. I'm over it."

"You are?" he asked even more in surprise.

"I am," she laughed as she played with her hair. "I'll be home soon. Love you bro."

"Love you too sis. Glad that you're not hurting anymore. See you soon." She hung up and looked back over to Aang who was already getting dressed. "Well, I guess I should probably get going."

Aang pouted a little. "Can't you stay a little longer?" he asked as he walked up to her and brought her close. "I like spending time with you."

Katara smiled and gave him a hug, making his erection poke her thigh as she chuckled. "I'm sorry, I've got to go, otherwise my family will get suspicious." She leaned up on her toes and gave him a kiss, moving her lips slowly and passionately against his.

He pulled away after a couple minutes and smiled at her. "So, about that dinner… Are you available Friday night?" She nodded with a smile. "Great." He grabbed a piece of paper from his nightstand and wrote down his number on it. "Here. If you could text me your address sometime, then I'll come pick you up for dinner. Whatever you want, on me."

"Okay," she agreed and kissed him on the cheek before she put on her clothes and put his number in her pocket. "Walk me out?" He nodded with a smile and followed her out to the door. Unlocking it slowly, he turned around to find her lips smashed against his, making him melt into the kiss. "Thank you for last night," she mumbled against his lips. "I really needed that."

Aang laughed a little, "If anything, I should be thanking you. That was absolutely amazing." She smiled against his lips and wrapped her arms around his neck as they kissed slowly, not wanting to let the other go just yet. Air eventually became a necessity and they reluctantly pulled apart, staring silently into each others eyes. He gave her one last kiss on the lips. "I'll see you Friday?"

"You bet," she grinned and kissed him again, trying to keep the taste of his lips in her memory. They slowly pulled apart and she walked out before she could be tempted to kiss him again. "Bye Aang!" she called over her shoulder as she made her way to her car.

"Bye Katara!" he called back as she unlocked it and sat down. Taking a deep breath, a small smile crept over her face and she started it up before backing up. As she drove out of the parking lot, she looked back to see Aang still there, waving goodbye with a smile. I can't wait until Friday, she thought with a smile as she drove towards home.