Day One: Secret Lovers

Promise Me.

"Katara," he said as he placed another kiss on her neck. She shivered at the heat of his lips.

"Yes, Zuko?"

"Promise me this won't be the last time …. I … I don't want it to be." He took her chin in his hand and bade her to look at him. This was all wrong, he knew that and she knew that but it felt so right. She was meant to be in his arms.

"Zuko I …." she stopped and lifted her hand to rest on his scarred cheek. Spirits, she thought, I don't want it to be the last time.

He gave her hope. She suppressed a chuckle. Who would have thought her once sworn enemy would be the one to give her a new light of hope. But yet there he was, with all the determination to set things right. To rebuild a nation and fix all its past errors. He would be a magnificent Fire Lord, she knew that, she believed in that. He would help in rebuilding the world.

Zuko stroked his thumb against her lips. She was the most captivating thing.

"It won't be the last time Zuko, I promise."

He smiled and pulled her to his chest. "I wish …" he began.

"I know."

And for a while, as they lay entangled in each other, nothing else mattered. They were each others and no one else's.