Don't cross Katara of the Southern Water Tribe. Steely-eyed and invincible, this woman will chew you up. Aang lived in the streets - until he's promoted as her right-hand man.
But when business, feelings and pleasure start to mix in delicious ways...
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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐖𝐎 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭
There he sat, Aang, on the grass beneath the moonlight. A cool breeze clung to his skin as the rich benignant cigar smoke eddied coolly down Aang's throat; he puffed it out again in rings which breasted the air bravely for a moment.
There was something rotten in his eyes as he took each drag as if he perversely lured on that morbid end to punish those who would dare to cause him pain.
His mind wandered to the young woman currently resting on his lap. Before he could find out where this strange woman he was randomly determined to rescue lived, she had the audacity to pass out on him. So now he had to wait rather patiently until she woke up.
Aang saw what she did back there with Jet and those men, he chose to observe instead. And now that he's keeping an eye on her, sleeping on his lap, he found it weird how attractive the woman was.
Her appearance was sexy, he was not going to lie, but she was also as pretty as the meadow flower and free as the springtime blossom rain, Aang could've continued the list of how stunning and beautiful she was.
Somehow all of that was in her perfume that created the most welcoming haze for Aang's weary brain to rest in. Her aroma would've remained in his clothes for a long time, which kind of vexed him.
Aang leans back and cranks his neck over, as he looked up through the tree branches it was easy to catch a glimpse of the endless dark sky, and it went on forever. Briefly, a dim, wispy cloud eclipsed the crescent moon; for a few shadowy moments, it looked like there was a halo around the cloud, a dull aura of lunar luminescence.
The clouds began to blanket the sky, hiding the full moon in its full glory behind them. The night air is crispy and cool as Aang feels the woman shift beneath him.
Aang tilts his head as he watches Katara flinching to cough uncontrollably, sitting up to catch her breath.
"You're awake." He says and inhaled the cigarette one last time before letting it burn itself out on the grass.
Katara manages to stop her coughing and shoots a look at Aang. "Are you serious?" She clears her throat as she notices the ashes of the cigarette become cold on the grass. "If you weren't smoking at my face I wouldn't be coughing like this."
"Well, you wouldn't wake up." He responds, earning a glare from Katara as he gets up from the grass, offering her his hand. "Come on, don't have all day."
Katara looks at his hand then at him. There's a sparkle in his eyes that she instantly recognised as trouble. Her striking sapphire eyes pierce through Aang's like blades. A scowl rests on his lips as his eyes look at Katara's with annoyance. His chiselled jaw is flexing whilst his hair is ruffled and messy.
