Elite: Katara & Toph — Lace & Heat | Legend of Aang (268 photos) (Patreon)

The fighting always ended the same way.

One of them would say something sharp. The other would refuse to back down. Then the silence would stretch too long, and suddenly they were in the bedroom with the lanterns turned low and the rest of the world locked outside.

Toph never asked permission. She just pulled Katara in by the waist, forehead to forehead, and stayed there until the tension bled out of both of them. Katara’s hands always found her face first—thumbs brushing along her cheekbones, careful, like she was still afraid of breaking something that had never been fragile.

Tonight the lace was dark. Black against warm skin. Blue ribbons. The soft click of metal clasps when Toph’s fingers worked them open without looking. She didn’t need to look. She already knew every line of Katara’s body by touch, every place that made her breath hitch, every quiet sound she tried to swallow.

Katara kissed her like she was still surprised she was allowed to.

Toph kissed her like she had never been denied anything in her life.

They moved slowly. No rush. Just the weight of one body settling against the other, the slide of lace and bare skin, the quiet heat that built between them until the only thing left was the sound of breathing and the occasional soft laugh when Toph’s bluntness broke the mood for half a second.

“You’re staring again,” Toph murmured against her mouth.

Katara’s smile was small and private. “You’re worth staring at.”

Toph didn’t answer with words. She just pressed closer, guided Katara down into the pillows, and let the rest of the night take them both.

Outside, the lanterns kept burning.

Inside, neither of them was in any hurry to put the clothes back on.

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