A/N: So currently, I am writing and posting in chronological order of the events of the “Imbalance” series. I have a good idea of all the pockets of moments I want to write for, but I am open to prompts! Everything up until chapter 8 (unless I get another stroke of inspiration from a re-read) will follow the series timeline, anything after that is extra. I say all that to preface that this chapter is the morning after the last chapter, in which tender vanilla smut occurred. However, if you are uncomfortable with smut, the previous chapter isn’t necessary to read to follow the storyline of this one. That chapter was mostly just indulgence in the romantic intimacy between Katara and Aang and exploration of Katara’s vision and how’d they feel about it. It’s all fluff and domesticity this chapter😤
Anyways, Four chapters in and we finally get some Toph and Sokka action! They’re super fun to write, shenanigans ensue, as is only natural. Okay, that was a mouthful. Enjoy and I hope y’all are continuing to stay safe out there!
Moments before cleaning up the beach…
Waking up was always a slow, sluggish process for the young waterbending master.
A sleepy smile wound its way onto Katara’s face; fluttering kisses littered along her bare shoulder as she absently remarked the deep, honey-like voice that accompanied the airbender at her side. The slumbering girl was much more focused on the melodic, husky tone he spoke with, rather than the fact that he was faintly calling her name. The sound of it seeming to come from far away; whispering at the edge of her consciousness and not quite registering, much like a dream… She settled into his warmth, reveling in the feeling of being in his arms and quietly remarking to herself that no dream could live up to the reality she was living.
Though, she could very well keep trying. It’d been so long since she’d slept in an actual bed…
Sighing in content and on the verge of falling back into the sweet embrace of slumber, Katara nestled further into her pillow of choice, her boyfriend. Suddenly, however, she felt said boyfriend pillow pull away from her. She watched through barely open eyes as he sauntered over to the window and drew open the curtains, allowing entrance to the delicate light of the young sun barely peeking over the horizon.
“Aang…?” She grumbled, absently fingering the now vacant spot where his body was. The young woman noticed that her boyfriend (who was supposed to be letting her use him as a pillow) was dressed and looking very much like he wasn’t going to be returning to bed anytime soon, to her dismay.
“Good morning, Katara,” The airbender answered in a wistful tone, gifting her with a warm smile that was almost enough to forgive him for being awake at such an ungodly hour. Almost. He then turned his attention back to the languidly brightening horizon, idly massaging the tightness out of his jaw as he did so.
Said waterbender wrapped the sheets tighter around her form, moaning sleepily, “Is it even actually morning?”
Aang let out a sharp bark of laughter, then shook his head in amusement before answering, “Yes, the sun’s just now rising…” His smile was filled with melancholy, grey eyes never moving from their steady gaze on the horizon.
Katara was not a morning person.
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