Katara's discovery.

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This is just a little breather from my other fic. This is rated MA, so if you are underage, just leave, please. Enjoy and please comment!

This could turn into a series of one-shots exploring their firsts sexual interactions. It depends on if people like it or not. Thank you!

I don't own ATLA or anything else mentioned here.

Katara's discovery.

The night was young but the stars were already glistening in the dark sky, the reflection of the moon was bathing them in an ethereal glow, that light combined with the dance of the little bonfire they had composed before dinner, meant that they could see each other clearly as the snuggled to each other in the comfortable green grass, like a fluffy carpet.

They had been traveling alone now for about two weeks after Sokka and Suki finally went on their own way. Toph had left the group a little over 7 months ago, in favor of focusing on her Metalbending academy. Zuko for the last two years had been leading the fire nation, so he had no time for their new adventures. And Sokka and Suki had left for the Southern Water Tribe so he could learn how to lead from his father, Suki had agreed on going with him if after the trip down there they could stay the same amount of time on Kyoshi Island, and Sokka agreed.

That left a 17 years old Katara and a 15 years old Aang to fend for themselves. Things had been great lately in their relationship, all they had gone through together and their personalities meant that they were deeply emotionally connected, they knew each other even more than they knew themselves.

Physically, on the other part, had been a slow and methodical approach, a lot of kisses at the start, that intensified in passion as the years grew by, some touching here and there, and lately some groping and feeling of each other privates that had left them breathless and in a daze, but they still hadn't seen each other fully, and as Katara laid her head in his chest that night, she decided she was ready to see him, that part of him.

Aang had grown into a very handsome young man, something Katara was extremely grateful for, just looking at him felt like a privilege. His lean and fit body sculpted by years of training the elements and the fact that his pectorals and some of his abs were always available for feasting due to his attire was just unfair. His face had lost all of his baby fat and the end result chiseled features, a really cute nose, those beautiful grey eyes that you could get lost in, and the tattoos. Those fucking tattoos that she couldn't wait to see where they lead.

She remembered the last time they waterbended together, they were used to train almost naked, and lately, she had been noticing a special part of his body, the part that in those training sessions had been covered by his trunks, and she couldn't help but stare at the big bulge when they got wet, it was a beautiful sight on his own that would stir something inside her, she didn't dare imagine how gorgeous the real sight would be.

Katara had groped him various times, but they were tentative and her senses hadn't been as sharp as she would have liked at feeling him, in those moments she felt overwhelmed by the intense kisses they shared.

But now, they were serene, just enjoying the moment, and as Katara laid there, she could help but notice the bulge again, he was only in his pants, ready to sleep, but his girlfriend had other intentions.

The hand that was sprawled on his adjacent pectoral swiftly came to life, and it started moving downward, down to the dip where his chest connected with his abdomen, through the slopes of his abs, and to the hem of his trousers. That's when she felt Aang's hand gently take the explorative hand of hers. "Katara, what are you doing?" He asked in a confused but breathless tone, the direction of where her hands were going was able to excite him a little bit, and it showed, it made Katara grin slyly.