Katara laid on her back, her hands clasped over her stomach and her hair fanned out under her head, as she looked at the dark night sky. She traced the constellations with her eyes and tried hard to see the images within. How anyone could make a man out of a few far-apart dots, she’d never understand.
A cold gust of wind broke her concentration and Katara drew the edge of her sleeping bag up under her chin. She would kill Sokka once they came home.
Come camping with us, he’d said. We’ll make s'mores, it will be fun, he’d said. It had been fun, Katara thought, up until nightfall when she had been kicked out of her own tent. She loved Suki, she really did, but her sex life with Sokka was one thing Katara didn’t want to hear about. And by the way the couple had pawed at each other the entire night, sharing a tent with them didn’t seem like the greatest idea. At least she had the fire to keep her somewhat warm.
A grumble on the other side of the flames caught her attention and she slowly turned toward the sound. One of Sokka’s friends had crawled out of his tent and rubbed his eyes with the sole of his hands as he mumbled incoherently. He stretched his arms high above his head, his torso constricting and the muscles on his chest flexed with the movements. Katara couldn’t stop her eyes as they roamed over his body.
