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Title:Encouraging Bad Habits
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nanthimus
Rating: PG
Prompt: #027; Sun (for Kataang100)
Warning(s): Rather goofily implied sensuality?
Word Count: 521
Summary: It was one bad habit that Katara could get behind.
Author's Notes: Well, it made me smile, anyway. *G*
The war had finally ended, with Fire Lord Zuko halting all Fire Nation attacks and ordering his military to come back home. Since the cause of Fire Lord Ozai’s death was a mystery to all but a few, Zuko’s actions were a surprise to many.
Not to Aang or Katara. Not to Sokka or Toph either, though the latter two pretended that Zuko only halted the war because he knew he was losing. After the war, Toph had returned back to her parents, intent on making them understand just who she was. Sokka had returned to the Southern Water Tribe, as did Katara, but they didn’t stay; Sokka left for university soon after and Katara left for Aang, who had been waiting for her. They traveled together for five years before settling down near Omashu; as much as they were able to settle down, given their natures. Aang had bent an alcove in the side of a mountain, completely open in the front save for a sheer curtain Katara had elected to hang up. Just outside the curtain was a small balcony, big enough for Appa to land in. It had pale, waist high railing all the way around; Aang had insisted on adding it for Katara’s protection.
Katara was there, leaning against the railing, eyes closed against the rays of the early morning sun. She’d left Aang in the cool darkness of their bedroom, tucking the covers around him before slipping on her pale blue robe and walking out to the rising sun. She liked this time between day and night, when the nocturnal animals were stilling chirruping even as the sun peaked over the horizon.
Hearing a noise behind her, Katara turned and saw movement in the bedroom. He’s finally getting up, she though fondly, and turned away, knowing he would be joining her soon. Sure enough, he shuffled out, wrapping his arm around her and burying his face against the nape of her neck.
“Good morning,” she said and got an incomprehensible murmur in return. Katara laughed. “I told you not to stay up so late,” she said, holding her hands over his and squeezing lightly. “You should have listened to me.”
“I know,” Aang said, the words raspy against her ear and Katara shivered. “I should start listening to you more often.” There was humor in his voice and Katara smiled, squeezing his hands again. “But I’m still sleepy.” He pulled away and turned her around, tugging gently. “C’mon, let’s go back to bed.”
“Ooh no, mister,” she said, raising an eyebrow. “You’re not going to drag me into your bad habits.”
Aang grinned, tugging again. “I can make it worth your while,” he said, wriggling his eyebrows so outrageously that Katara burst into laughter.
“Okay,” she said, allowing him to pull her along. “But I’d better not be disappointed.”
His eyes gleamed in the darkness of their room and she could practically hear the grin in his voice. “Not a chance,” he said.
Katara didn’t respond with anything other than a smile, knowing that she could never be truly disappointed with him.
Author:
nanthimusRating: PG
Prompt: #027; Sun (for Kataang100)
Warning(s): Rather goofily implied sensuality?
Word Count: 521
Summary: It was one bad habit that Katara could get behind.
Author's Notes: Well, it made me smile, anyway. *G*
The war had finally ended, with Fire Lord Zuko halting all Fire Nation attacks and ordering his military to come back home. Since the cause of Fire Lord Ozai’s death was a mystery to all but a few, Zuko’s actions were a surprise to many.
Not to Aang or Katara. Not to Sokka or Toph either, though the latter two pretended that Zuko only halted the war because he knew he was losing. After the war, Toph had returned back to her parents, intent on making them understand just who she was. Sokka had returned to the Southern Water Tribe, as did Katara, but they didn’t stay; Sokka left for university soon after and Katara left for Aang, who had been waiting for her. They traveled together for five years before settling down near Omashu; as much as they were able to settle down, given their natures. Aang had bent an alcove in the side of a mountain, completely open in the front save for a sheer curtain Katara had elected to hang up. Just outside the curtain was a small balcony, big enough for Appa to land in. It had pale, waist high railing all the way around; Aang had insisted on adding it for Katara’s protection.
Katara was there, leaning against the railing, eyes closed against the rays of the early morning sun. She’d left Aang in the cool darkness of their bedroom, tucking the covers around him before slipping on her pale blue robe and walking out to the rising sun. She liked this time between day and night, when the nocturnal animals were stilling chirruping even as the sun peaked over the horizon.
Hearing a noise behind her, Katara turned and saw movement in the bedroom. He’s finally getting up, she though fondly, and turned away, knowing he would be joining her soon. Sure enough, he shuffled out, wrapping his arm around her and burying his face against the nape of her neck.
“Good morning,” she said and got an incomprehensible murmur in return. Katara laughed. “I told you not to stay up so late,” she said, holding her hands over his and squeezing lightly. “You should have listened to me.”
“I know,” Aang said, the words raspy against her ear and Katara shivered. “I should start listening to you more often.” There was humor in his voice and Katara smiled, squeezing his hands again. “But I’m still sleepy.” He pulled away and turned her around, tugging gently. “C’mon, let’s go back to bed.”
“Ooh no, mister,” she said, raising an eyebrow. “You’re not going to drag me into your bad habits.”
Aang grinned, tugging again. “I can make it worth your while,” he said, wriggling his eyebrows so outrageously that Katara burst into laughter.
“Okay,” she said, allowing him to pull her along. “But I’d better not be disappointed.”
His eyes gleamed in the darkness of their room and she could practically hear the grin in his voice. “Not a chance,” he said.
Katara didn’t respond with anything other than a smile, knowing that she could never be truly disappointed with him.