A short Kataang oneshot. Not that any of you think it's Zutara. It's placed some time after the finale, I'll let it up to you if it's weeks, months or years after the war's end.
Disclaim: I do not own Avatar: The Last Airbender.
Enjoy! (Oh, and: English isn't my mother language, some of you know that already. So if you find any mistakes, please tell me. Thanks!)
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Red clothes
It was warm.
Hot.
All he recognized was her smell, her skin.
And the heat.
He took her in her his arms and smelt on her neck. She smelled like strawberries, pineapple and sun... Or were it the rays of the sun he smelt?
He drove her neck down and kissed her shoulder, her left, then her right. Her collarbone was shapely, he let his lips disappear in the curve. It was a jar full of sweet, gluey lemonade.
Or was it her cleavage and her sweat that streamed?
It was too hot.
He stroke over her naked arms. Her fingers straddeled under the touches, she said she loved him. Or did she sigh delightfully?
His face went up, his eyes wandered over her chocolate-like body. Light like full-cream milk, delicate like plain, slim like the shapely chocolate bar. He pressed his lips against her forehead, her cheeks, her nose, her lips. No lose of body contact. Bead of sweat. He stroke her velvety hair to the site and nibbled gently on her ear lobe. His lips hungrily slid down. Sweet juice streamed out of her porosities, a light water film resigned over her body. Did everything become blurred in front of his eyes? But he could only see her that clear.
It was too hot.
His melting chocolate was cloaked into a red wrapping. A passionate, red dress, love. He unwrapped her, pressed his pale, white skin against her brown one and they melted together to one. A little peach core in the middle of her belly. The red wrapping was lying next to her, her hair spread. The sun collided on his back. His head whirred, she was light and it was too hot.
She murmured something, go on, don't stop. He did everything for her.
It was too hot.
In the firenation glowed everything. Heat, red clothes, sun.
He loved her.
But it was too hot.
And he couldn't stop.
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