the moment you get home, aang's upon you as his huge bulk presses you against the front door. an uncontrolled yelp escapes your mouth, your eyes wide as you peer up at a visibly excited aang. if he had a dog's tail, it'd be wagging back and forth at the speed of light.
"aang," you almost whine, lightly smacking his chest as his strong arms lock themselves around your waist. "wait, give me like five minutes—"
"but i wanna see 'em," aang actually whines, already looking at your clothed chest, searching. "it's been eight long tortuous hours of me waiting impatiently for you to come home so i can finally look at 'em."
you sigh, slightly exasperated. "yeah, i know, but they're very tender and you can't touch them right now—"
aang's already nodding. "of course! you've still gotta heal and the last thing i wanna do is interfere with that. but looking isn't the same as touching, right?" his grey eyes have gone into adorable doe-eyed mode, all big and heart-weakening and oh, damn him.
"you're lucky i like you," you grumble, side-eyeing aang's delighted cheer as he lets you go to give you space. "wait, right here? in the entry way?"
"yep!" aang replies, popping 'p' with a sunshine grin on his face. "and now, i mean this with all the respect, but take off that top."
you stifle a laugh, rolling your eyes. "you're a menace." your hands curl around the hem of your shirt before you're lifting it up to rest at your clavicle. a soft hiss escape you as the cool air hits your nipples, freshly pierced flesh hardening around metal barbells. a flash of embarrassment shoots through you when you take in aang's look of awe, raw amazement colouring his features as he takes in the new additions to your breasts.
"are you done?" you unintentionally snap after a minute goes by, your body warming at the immense attention aang's pouring onto your chest. "they're just piercings, nothing all that new or exciting—"
"how long until they heal?" aang interrupts, his voice soft and tinged with something deeper.
you recognise that tone; it's the one that usually starts a messy and arduous endeavour. one that ends up with you trembling, voice hoarse from crying out aang's name. you swallow thickly, biting your lower lip before murmuring, "a few weeks."
aang hums, taking in your chest one more time before his eyes are back at your face. the grey of them have darkened, the pupils blown to reveal a hidden arousal that only you have privy to. you begin to feel a familiar heat puddle itself in the pit of your stomach, slowly dampening the space between your thighs. it settles deep into your bones, stealing your breath from your lungs.
"a few weeks, huh?" aang says softly, his gaze darting down to your exposed chest again and you're able to notice how his own breath hitches in his throat. "we can do that, right? your recovery is most important after all."
you can't help but agree, nodding as your pierced nipples pebble, the strike of pain mixing beautifully with the headiness of your want.
yeah, a few weeks isn't all that long.