The wind was silent this night at the Southern Air Temple, not even Momo made a snore in this destined night. And although thoughts of Katara's warning and his betrayal were cemented into her mind, she still wasn't satisfied until she saw him. She needed to see him, she still felt he had changed and wanted to be in his arms like she had dared dreamed when he was the enemy and when he was a friend in the Crystal Catacombs but she wasn't gonna be hurt again. But, would he hurt her? Toph was right, he wasn't lying, but the others couldn't see her like this. Weak she thought, 'but why weak? C'mon Katara, it's okay to be in love with someone ' she told herself. She spotted his door, she knew there was no turning back, she needed relief of her feelings and see if his matched.
Katara slid his door open, her breath catching a sound before she even made one, she couldn't deny it any longer. She slid into the slightly ajar door, like a steam going past rocks, her feet as silent as alighting feathers on a bed. She closed the door, banishing the world, the company of her friends and the thoughts of her guilt that tormented her like a carrot dangling in front of a donkey. She released her breath, exhaling any doubt and hesitation, she strode forward. Aang seemed to follow her in the back of her mind, a ghost of guilt and pending remorse, but she quickly cast him away like a ship never to be seen again over the horizon. His still body secure her confidence until he shutter and rolled on his other side. His blanket slid down the tone muscle revealing them to her, his lips firmly placed together awaiting a graceful kiss. She licked her own kisser, and then bit her bottom lip as she advanced to him, flashes of the first day they met and his capture of her in the beginning and their moment in the cave blurred her mind with unholy thoughts.
It wasn't until she started crawling onto the side of the bed did Zuko voice his knowledge of her presence. "Katara
" he whispered his inquire in a low voice. She wanted to swoon, the deep voice of a man was something she longed to hear, so used to the high boyish pitches of the Avatar. "What are you doing here
" He asked, lifting himself up onto his elbows, his muscles carelessly flexing and drawing her eyes to them a like a wolf to a steak. The blanket fell further, bragging his abs and naval, hinting to the lack of something underneath the sheet. She leaned towards him, and he stared dumbfounded. "Katara
?" he pressed, watching her luscious lips tan lips part ever so slightly to meet his. He let her, at first, then pushed past her downy chocolate locks and gripped her head to deepen his kiss. "I have been waiting for this
" he whispered huskily on her lips, she gasped at the sudden passion, then smiled and demanded more by forcing her lips on his like a crash of waves in a storm.
" she whispered in their release, hugging him when he sat up and took his hands around her waist. She supported herself on her knees, touching his scarred cheek so intimately he felt as though an angel was blessing him. He eyed her, the linen just barely floating over her delicate skin. He felt the blood rushing to a long-time companion, something he only thought by himself when Uncle and no one else were around and pleasure was now happening in the interim. His hands explored every inch of her body, feeling her through the thin linen nightgown. His hands graced over her hardening nipples, and her moans egging him on in his ears. Their hot breath ghosting down each other's neck and ears, their movements starting to come in sync with each other as the roamed the uncharted territory of their adolescent bodies. Katara's stomach did a few flips when his hands jolted up her gown, caressing her knee and then her thighs and his hands slowed like a flickering flame, lingering across her hot and smooth inner thighs until it reached it hearth.
Katara's cheeks reflected roses; her stomach did more summersaults when he pushed past her feminine folds. Her gasps evolving into pants as his free hand bunged her dress up went to cup her breast. Her sensitive skin sent shivers down her spine, making her moan and shake to relief the sensations that same in bounds and gave rise to the flames burning inside of her that he seemed to feed like abundant oxygen in a forest fire. Her nails dug into his bare back, soaking up whatever warmth of his fiery skin she could, she mustered up the strength to claw up and down his back as his finger moved in and out causing a small amount of friction. He groaned when a slick trail wandered down his outer ear, the cool air drying it as the owner's tongue left.
She smirked devilishly, wanting to hear more deep moans for herself, enthralled by the fact her simply instinctive motions made him cave like a humble servant. Her teeth bit his lower ear, causing a raspy moan to flow from his vocal chords, the sound repeating as she ever so slowly scrapped it between her teeth and lips, gently but so achingly slow and sensational making his member throb more and want more like a starved animal. He mentally fought the dragon inside him that mocked him and encouraged him just to take her now, express his dominance and claim her as his mate. His lips seized her neck, making her gasp and pant as he sucked on it and bit it, letting another finger slid into her womanhood and rub faster. Her nails dug deeper into his back, he groaned in pleasure full tidbits of pain. Her hands flattened as his lips and nibbling teeth strolled down her neck and to her collarbone, guiding itself independently around the wonder of the world. Her moans taunted him, taunting like an open cage to a trapped bird. The Dragon inside snickered gleefully, here was his chance; she was on the edge of being his.
Katara's stomach twisted and lopped like a rollercoaster, Zuko abruptly took command, she had never felt hotter. He almost flew her gown over her head, her hair flying about and fanning out around her as her thirsted her underneath him. He looked over her body, and she eyed his like candy blushing deeper at the sight of his manhood and feeling the slight nerve of the actions to come. She panicked briefly before forgetting her worries when he kissed her neck again kissing down her body until he reached her breasts, his hands running their calloused pads along her almost flawless skin as if trying to memorize every curve and valley. Her moans cascaded out of her lips like a waterfall, lurching up when his tongue wrapped around one nipple and his hands coming up to please her firm abs and the neglected breast. She felt more like he was worshipping her than making love to her. His kisses like rose petals but hot like blue and white flames.
He released her nipple licking it one more time before letting the chill of the air that leaked through the curtains dry it. He craved more moans, his member begging for it to join with hers. His mouth took the other nipple, so pleased he smirked when she moaned desperately for more, now not caring if the others heard of cries of joy. His lips glided down her skin, lower and lower, she turned her head and closed her eyes as if she were dreaming. He licked under her naval and that's when the dragon smirked. "Oh! Zuko! Please
." She pleaded, gripping the bed sheets in a knuckle-whitening grip. He froze, however, did she really want this? She released his pause and looked to him with her sapphire eyes that seemed sincere and soft. "Please
I am ready
" she smiled, taking him by the shoulders and pulling him back down on top of her.
"Are you sure?" He asked after stumbling on his words and gulping. She nodded kissing him passionately akin the degrees of the sun. He kissed her back, holding himself up with one hand and the other making her entrance warm again before aligning himself with her. He whispered an apology knowing her tight core was going to go into shock. He went in tactfully, rocking himself in like his hormones instructed, she mewled like a wounded animal at first, but when he was finally in and started a slow easy rhythm, her body shivered and danced like waves on a breezy night, the waves got stronger and commanded more wind.
" she implored, running her hands rapidly all over his person. He obeyed without hesitation, pumping faster and harder, feeding off of her moans, she called out name, the flames inside him raised, the tightness of her vaginal walls rubbed his shaft to the point of ecstasy. She moved her hips with his, turning her head back and forth turning to contain herself and failing with each moan that was released. The desire for release seemed like flames the rose high and grabbed at the sky, and she felt the wave of a tsunami rise to it's peak before she crashed down onto the beach with one last long moan of his name. He grunted her name and after a few more pushes and pulls he ejects a warm stream into her. They panted the catch their breaths and minds, their bodies cooling down and sweat drying into almost crusty residue. Zuko laid his head in between her shoulder and the pillow, breathing in her floral scent. He rolled over, his member resting and his body collecting the moment with hers. She laid on her side and rest her hand and head on his boarder and shaven chest, he wrapped an arm underneath her and kissed her forehead.
"I love you
." He told her, and then tried to make the words go back into his uncertain mouth and brain. "I mean- I- well- I like you- uh a lot- like for a uh while- and I uh-uh- I
" he jerked up, startling her with his sudden frightened and nervous outbreak in speech. She giggled making him blush a darker red than red monkeys at night.
She kissed his shoulder, "I love you too
" He smiled genuinely, and in Katara's mind, he never looked more handsome then when he smiled.