If you're looking for some profound story, you're looking at the wrong place. But if you looking for some senseless Kataang for the slightly more mature reader, you've come to the right place. Once again, I've created something out of ramble. But this time it's a third-person ramble. This is my first Avatar story I've post EVER (yay me) and I'm hoping I've kept some sort of in-character. Dedicated to all the Avatar lovers out there. Hope you like it! Hey, you tell me what you think. Reviews are loved.

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Aang had an itch.

A terrible fantastic itch.

It slowly began to fester over his senses and state of mind during the end of spring. He hadn't noticed anything wrong with him until one morning when Katara crawled out of her tent looking particularly awry in appearance and happily drowsy. Her famous braid unraveled from its arrangement, long tangles of umber hung around her sweet and rounded face. Up through darkly curled lashes, a pair of sapphire-sea flushed hazily at him with an inscrutable peek.

Upon seeing that look, he needed to excuse himself from Toph's lesson, stumbling through the forest far from where they camped out to lean heavily onto a sturdy oak with his entire body, sweat trickling down the back of his heated neck, his lungs feeling as if all the oxygen had been forcibly sucked out of his chest.

It got worse as the days passed, everything Katara did made him feel strangely light-headed and warm. He never had a problem around her before; nothing had such an effect on him in the past.

True, he had a relentless attraction to the young Waterbender that couldn't be doused no matter what was thrown at him, but he thought for a while that it had toned down in time. They were close friends: Sokka, Katara, and him, and with Toph along for the ride. To to let a silly crush distract him from his Avatar duties seemed too unreasonable. So there it sit in his heart, patiently bidding its time…...

"Aang, go find Katara."

The newly turned thirteen-year-old groaned from his light afternoon nap in Appa's cozy nest of fur.

"Sokka, do I have to?"

He shook his boomerang threateningly, a vein in his temple thudding purple, "Just do it!"

Since Sokka was in exceptionally foul mood from lack of meat, Aang decided it best to comply with his wishes… even if he was still tired.

Lying beside him just as lazily, mouth buried in white fur but still audible, Toph asked quietly, "Want me to come with?" Though her tone gave away the dislike in the thought of moving body parts.

"It's okay."

With a gush of air, he lifted from his dozing position and landed firmly on his feet, shuffling along into a path in the woods, away from the sounds of Sokka's focused wrath on the lethargic girl. Struggling against a waning yawn, the Avatar slumped with his back against scratchy bark, suppressing another yawning urge and closing his eyes momentarily to feel his legs give out from under him.



Eyes flew open at the throaty voice. Slightly tensing his spine, he reached for his staff to find that he had left it behind at the campsite.


The voice grew nearer, softer. His name rolled from behind the lips of the speaker in perfect syllables. He grew to wonder if such lips were created to utter only his name.

To his surprise, the person he was searching for found him instead. And in such grandeur of… wet.

Her hair dripped river water onto the fallen green leaves, shading her features. Her boots squashed when she took a step and her mahogany skin glistened in the fading sunlight of the day. He drew himself to his feet nervously. Before any word could pass his mouth, a finger ran down Aang's jaw line. Expressionlessly and promptly, she jerked him in her direction to stare into her eyes, clutching his chin firmly.

The itch…oh spirits damn that itch…

Fingernails pressing softly into the flesh of his jowl, she inclined her face to touch his. Warm lips, his first kiss, caused his heart rate to pick up faster in his ribcage and gray spots to appear in front of his eyes before he pushed them back by shutting out his view. She let her tongue slip innocently into his mouth before pulling away to smile haughtily at her handiwork, wiping her thumb over his bottom lip.

He didn't want to open his eyes; if he opened them, this wonderful dream might come to an abrupt halt…

But he did.



Sapphire peered into his stormy grey eyes. A dainty eyebrow rose. "Are you alright, Aang? I've called your name three times already."

It took a minute but eventually he looked up horrified from his trance to find himself sitting in cross legged on the grassy floor and Katara crouched down in front of him. Soaking. As if reading his thoughts, most likely his expression, she patted her messy hair with a vague smile, "Had an accident. Nothing like a cold shower, huh?"

Aang had no idea what he was thinking, much less doing, but the itch underneath his skin that had pestered him for so long intensified. Becoming an impulse as she lent a hand to heave him to his feet, to an action as he caught her unawares, cupping her cheeks gently with his palms and pulled her in for a hot blooded kiss that weakened her at the knees.

At first Katara squealed into it, more shocked than repulsed, then silenced, lashes fluttering together.

This time he wanted her to react to his actions then just absorb it- his hormonal side controlling him declared, the other scolding him for going against his practice clammed up for the moment, and dueled his tongue against hers, bringing forth a tiny moan deep n her throat. He felt it through his, from her system as his left arm looped her waist, glad to have gotten a few inches on her.

What was he doing? Aang was thirteen, she was fifteen, and he was acting loony for just randomly grabbing and kissing her.

But… why was she going along with it…?

Driven by this domineering craving, Aang let her face go, one of his hands holding her side. Hotter kisses were exchanged, their jaws moving in alignment at a slow even pace. His hand traveled upwards to cover a curve, tentatively. If she wanted him to stop, she would have shoved him away by now, but only dug her hands into his shirt and tugged him bodily closer. He could feel her through damp cloth. It drove him crazy to feel this radiant heat coming off her body, having it transfer into his touch. His hand lowered itself, earning him a much larger and huskier moan of desire.

He was gasping for air, so was she; finally they parted. Katara mumbled, beads of moisture forming on her brow, "What was that for?"

Panting, Aang stared speechless then stumbled over his words for a reply, "K-Katara…I-I'm so sorry." He began glowing an awful pink color all over but narrowed his eyes thoughtfully.

The itch….. it was gone.

For the while.

Grey looked back at sapphire.

"We can't-"


In a perfect harmony, their heads jerked to the noise of the enraged sibling. The girl sighed, calling back an irritated response, and half smiled at her companion, "We'd better go."

Giving her a happy pretense to be reassured of, he echoed her sentiments, "Yeah…"

Hiding the back of her own rosy neck with a hand, Katara started for the trail back. Aang couldn't see the wheels in her head revolving out of sync with confusion and ache. She couldn't see the disappointed expression dispersing the pretense when she disappeared.

Once the sun went down, Aang discovered that he was still rooted in spot he had been for two hours, and the metallic taste on blood tainted his stinging tongue.