The soft glow of the campfire flickered through the thin fabric of the tent as rain drummed gently outside. You were sprawled on your back, eyelids heavy, the day’s exhaustion finally catching up. Katara sat beside you, shifting closer with a quiet smile.

Her fingers lifted the hem of her shirt slowly, exposing the curve of her bare skin and the gentle swell of her breasts. She noticed your sleepy gaze faltering, the way your head tilted like you were about to drift off.

“You look tired,” she murmured, voice low and warm. “You can rest here…” She patted the soft curve of her chest. “Or if you want, put your head underneath my shirt—I’ll pull it down over you.”

Her breath brushed against your ear, and the warmth of her skin pressed near you was an unspoken invitation. The rain outside slowed, the world narrowing down to just the two of you and the quiet comfort of the tent.