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Heavy Sleepers

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Minus the echoing snoring, Aang and Katara continued to sit in silence for a while longer. Finally, Aang cleared his throat.
"It's… Uh, it's still pretty early," he said, moving away from the fire. "I think I'll go for a walk." Katara nodded dreamily. Her eyelids drooped. Aang smiled. "Are you really that tired?" he asked as he knelt beside her. She nodded slowly, her head lolling about on her shoulders like that of a rag doll. "Then are you going to sleep?" Katara started to nod, then, shook her head insistently. Aang laughed, placing a hand on her shoulder to steady her. Her head dropped onto his chest without hesitation. "And why not?"
"…I'll stay up till you come back."
"I highly doubt that!" In her half-waking state, Katara became numbly aware of something warm and slightly scratchy being wrapped around her.
"Wazzis?" she mumbled, rubbing her eyes.
"A blanket, silly. What do you think?" Katara shook her head, now seemingly a little more awake, and attempted to push it off. "What's the matter?"
"Then you won't have one!"
"So? I said I'd sleep on Appa, he doesn't mind-"
"I mind."
"Don't worry about it!"
"Aang-"
"What's the big deal? I'm probably more used to sleeping on Appa than I am with a blanket anyway! And… You're shaking your head again."
"It's freezing. If you don't sleep near the fire you'll catch cold." Aang sighed.
"Katara I'm a firebender too, remember? I can keep myself warm!" Katara seemed a little stumped by this.
"Well…"
"So I'll be fine!" Katara was silent. Aang took this to mean that he had won the argument, and got to his feet. Suddenly, something hard, small and sharp rammed into his shin. "Ow!"
"What do I have to do to get you to share a blanket with me, huh?" asked, Katara, clearly very flustered. She rubbed her fist where it had made contact with his leg, and avoided meeting Aang's surprised gaze as best she could.
"Oh…" said Aang awkwardly. He was suddenly very glad it was so dark, because he was sure that his face now resembled a tomato. "Oh… Um…" The Avatar swallowed nervously, plonking down beside her. "You could… I, er, I guess you could have… Well, you know… Just… asked." Katara shrugged. Still refusing to look at him she wordlessly passed him the other edge of the blanket. Aang took it, murmuring thanks. An uncomfortable silence ensued, during which both became increasingly aware of the remarkably painful jarring of their shoulders. Katara was the first to speak.
"You know," she said slowly. "This kind of hurts." Aang grunted in agreement.
"I, uh, I guess I could… You know…"
"Yeah."
"So you wouldn't mind if-"
"No."
"Okay, just, well, because it's uncomfortable…" Gingerly, Aang wrapped an arm over Katara's shoulders. "Better?"
"Much. Thank you… What about your walk?"
"Oh… Uh, I guess I'll do that later. Maybe."
"Wow, you're hot." The Avatar gaped. It felt as if the bottom had just dropped out of his stomach.
"W-what?" he stammered, eyes wide.
"You're actually really, really- Ow!" It had taken him a moment to figure out what she was talking about. When he finally did, his cheeks flushed even darker with embarrassment.
"Oh, sorry! Sorry!" Katara laughed, finally meeting his panicked gaze: her own expression one of curious amusement. She rubbed her neck.   
"Can't you turn it down a little? I think you almost set the blanket on fire. Then we'd only have two."
He tittered uneasily. "Ha ha, yeah… Only two…"  While Aang struggled to recompose himself, Katara turned her attention back to the little fire. It ducked and swayed in the relentless breeze, popping golden glowing motes from its depths like spores.
"It's nice to be travelling again," she said absently. Aang hummed in agreement. "Even if it's only for a little while…"
"It doesn't have to be!" Katara turned from the flames at last, to face a suddenly excited Aang.
"What do you mean?" she asked slowly. His eyes brightened, and the smile seemed to be permanently set onto his face. She couldn't help but return it.
"I mean come with me," he said quietly.
"Where?"
"Everywhere, of course." Katara beamed at him.
"Wouldn't you be busy, Mr. Almighty Avatar?" He shrugged.
"Sometimes, sure. But," he insisted. "Not all the time!"
"But most of the time." Katara sighed, and dropped her gaze to her feet. "I'd just get in the way." Aang opened his mouth to protest, but she cut him off. "It's a wonderful offer though, thank you." Then Katara's hand was on the side of his face, holding him in place while she brushed her lips against his in a gentle kiss. "Really," she said, smiling sadly as she drew away.
Aang gaped at her, his cheeks cherry red, eyes wide and shining with shock. His mouth had fallen slightly agape and a small choking noise escaped his throat. But Katara, focused on the campfire again, didn't notice this. Had she, she might have gotten wind of what was coming.
As it happened, the only warning Katara received were warm fingers on the back of her neck. She looked up, just as the fingers tightened and gently pulled her head back to face him. Then Aang's mouth was on hers, hot and heavy.
Instinctively she threw her arms about his shoulders, kissing him back with as much pent-up passion and hunger as she could muster, which still didn't seem to be able to match his.

Luckily, Toph and Sokka, spread-eagled on the other side of the campfire, were heavy sleepers.
a bit of slightly racy older kataang, for your pleasure ladies and gents. ages, if you want to know, are probably about 20 and 22.
enjoy.

the preview is :iconcrusanite:'s lovely kataang picture, named for my story (win).
you can find it here:
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