A/N: There's a lemon as the first chapter. Why? Because I like to order the sequences of my stories in a retarded fashion haha. Anyway, this particular lemon is a flash back and plays important part in a future chapter. The following chapter is the true beginning-which begins with Iroh's invasion into the last remaining water tribe's settlement.

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Chapter ?: 7-up or sprite? Tasty...


When had she become a woman? Why hadn't he seen the gradual change from boy and girl to man and woman with feelings-these kind of feelings. Of course, he remembered all the poundings of his heart, the way his nose flared seeing her together with Masaru. Jealousy, love, want and need consumed him. Fuck it; he was in heat, and in love with his best friend.

"Katara," he called out to her softly. He knew that she loved him, as a best friend, of course. She had Masaru as the other significant man in her life. He knew he wasn't thinking. He knew he was being stupid. But he didn't want to turn back, and honestly, like he said earlier, fuck it. His walk to her seemed like wading through knee deep rapid water, it was a hard and long perilous journey. The cold air froze his face, he inhaled ice, and his brain lagged.

She turned around and smiled. How many times had they rendezvoused here at the rear of the ship? So many intimate moments, so many memories...warm ones...

His expression was one she couldn't comprehend. It was a mix of confusion, and that look Masaru also gave her-that look. Her breath hitched, and she felt uncomfortable. Don't look at me that way, Zuko...please don't...

He clenched his teeth together, his jawbones protruded as the muscles moved. He felt awkward, and strangely out of place.

"Katara..." he reached out to grab her hands, but she reflexively pulled away and apologized if she hurt him. He knew she was probably feeling scared, after all, even he was afraid of himself. He tried once more, and successfully entwined his fingers in hers. Warmth flooded into his stomach, and a burst if fire shot up his arm. "Katara...I think I'm in..." He swallowed, and with a sigh, he looked down. This shit was way harder than Masaru had made it look. He met eyes with her again, bumping his forehead gently on hers, "I think I love you..."

Her eyes widened-she hadn't been expecting this. She felt Zuko stagger, and she realized that her face must've portrayed an expression of utter horror. She couldn't help it, she and Masaru... But her and Zuko... It was a possibility she had never considered.

Zuko broke her from her reverie by kissing her. It was brief, and lasted for only a fleeting moment. Katara had moaned lightly, the feel of his soft and warm lips on her cold ones...it was pleasant...but wrong. And somehow it excited her. She looked up at Zuko, seeing surprised eyes and flushed cheeks.

"Did you just...?"

Oh, he must've meant that small, little, tiny, inaudible moan. Oh god, why did this night of all nights have to be so cold? Katara fought a blush, and felt him kiss her again. He nipped at her bottom lip, gliding his tongue gently over hers to make her open it slightly. It was pleasurably, painfully slow. She shouldn't be doing this, she kept screaming to herself. Fuck it, she thought, releasing her entwined fingers from his to brush against his neck. He moaned lightly into their kiss, and Katara smiled into his lips. The vibration of that little noise had tickled her insides.

His hands came to rest on her waist, kneading her flesh from behind her nightgown. She leaned into him until her breasts squished against his chest. As he hissed, her hands fisted his hair, pulling gently, pushing him closer to her.

Zuko broke their kiss, watching the girl before him blink with half-lidded eyes. She groaned in retaliation, and he knew she wanted more. More, more, more... He lowered his lips to her neck and suckled on her soft skin. He heard her gasp out loud and clutch the front of his robes.

"Uhhnnnn..."

His teeth brushed against her skin, while his wandering tongue left wet trails that grew cold with each passing sea breeze. He'd leave hickeys galore on her if she continued moaning like that.

"Zuko..."

Fuck. He shivered when he heard her call out his name like that. Need, want, lust, and greed laced her voice. He halted his ministrations on her body, and she frowned in disappointment. He grinned back at her jauntily, knowing all too well that he was now in control. He leaned into her again, letting his lips linger dangerously close to her ear; "we'll need to get inside- it's getting too cold out here."

She sighed, "felt pretty hot out here to me..." But her disappointed whisper did not go unnoticed by Zuko. He gave her a devilish smirk and swooped her up into his arms.

"Ready to go Princess?"

Katara rolled her eyes and screamed when Zuko tossed her up into the air.

He laughed, "think I'd let my princess fall?" He began walking to his cabin. She smacked him to snap him back into reality. She scowled. He smiled back.

"Not funny."

"Okay, okay princess."

She wrapped her arms around his neck and let her lips linger close to his, "and the name's Katara...not princess..." She hissed that last part for emphasis and quickly moved away from his face, refusing to give him a kiss.

Zuko was sad. Very sad. :'(


Zuko and Katara were captured in a frenzy of miniature battles over dominance. Her lips overcame his, but his roaming hands were slowly breaking her defenses. Moans leapt from nowhere, filling his room with pleasured noises.

He no longer carried her in the 'princess pose,' but in a more completely less innocent one. Her legs were wrapped tightly around his waist, arms around his neck, hands wandering, tugging, pushing and pulling through his unruly hair. Supporting her weight with one of his hands, he used the other to push unimportant books and papers off his desk and placed her on it. Katara moaned and arched her back against the wall as Zuko's lips trailed down her neck, lingering at her collarbone.

"Ahhh...ohhhh...mmhmmmm..."

She breathed his name as his hands reached up to cup her breasts. He drowned her moans with a dominant kiss that had her arch her head backwards. He squeezed and massaged her breasts, enjoying as the soft mound molded into his hands. "You know..." he panted between kisses, "I never realized how ample you were..." She looked embarrassed, as if wondering if it was a good thing. He smiled, kissing her collarbone lightly, moving lower and lower until he nipped at the top of her breast. She squealed, and he broke their proximity to stare from her hickey-covered neck to her bare breasts. Oh yes, he'd definitely leave a mark there too.

He felt a hard nub between his fingers and played with it, hearing a husky moan escape Katara's lips as she arched her back, bringing her breasts closer to him. Shaky hands came to grasp his shoulders tightly.

He raised his brow. "You're not wearing undergarment?"

Her face flushed, "it's not comfortable at night... Uhhnnnn...auuuuu...Mmmm..."

Mhmm. Sure thing princess.

His fingertips played with her erect nipples as he continued kissing her. He was enjoying this quite thoroughly... He flicked her nipples, sunk his teeth into her warm flesh, squeezed and kneaded her flesh, massaged her lips with his, and whispered sweet nothing with a voice he thought had never possessed.

She shrieked softly as he licked her nipple and blew cool air on it. He smirked at her reaction and began to suck on it, his tongue grinded against her nipple, and fought the urge to bite it on instinct. Of course, he was still curious to hear her reaction, so he grazed it with his teeth. She hissed and pushed herself into him more. Interesting.

His other hand continued to roam her naked, upper torso, and she moaned, groaned, and chanted his name over and over again. He felt his blood rush to his nether regions, and unconsciously rocked his hips into hers.

He gasped as an immensely pleasurable sensation flooded his body. Well fuck, that had felt good. He heard her produce a similar reaction and continued to grind his hips into hers. He felt her thighs squeeze his hips as her hands flew to his chest and grip tightly onto his robes. More, just more... Her eyes pleaded. He halted his assaults on her body and helped her take them off.

She sighed, fingertips sliding up and down his chiseled chest and formed abs. She felt him shiver beneath her touch and she gently pushed a finger down on his nipple. His breathing hitched and she began kissing him, leaving butterfly kisses down his chest. Fuuuuckkk... Her arms wrapped around his back and she leaned into him, the gentle rocking of his hips against hers was relaxing. Katara breathed in his scent. It was different from Masaru's. His smelt of fire, ashes, and...sweat. As unpleasant as it sounded in her head, she couldn't understand why his scent, him entirely, was so enticing.

Before she realized it, he lifted her off his desk, never breaking their kiss, and pushed her down on his bed. He took his place above her, and positioned one leg in between hers, with his hands gliding up and down her body.

She groaned, frustrated that they were no longer grinding. So she thrust her hips up his leg. She couldn't tell she was wet, but Zuko felt it, and goddamn was he aroused like fuck. He growled into her hair, grabbing her trusting hips to stop her grinding.

Of course he wanted to make love to her, but in his mind, this foreplay rated about a 4. A 4.5 maybe.

"Zuko..." she groaned, "why did you stop?"

His body was getting hot, so hot. But then again, maybe that was just their body heats combined from pressing together.

Just as he thought she was being obedient, she began rubbing herself on him again to relieve her sexual tension. He forced her hips back down again, almost too forcefully, but whatever, she'd forgive him soon enough-at least he hoped.

"Zuko!" He really hoped the latter.

He plunged his pointer finger into her. And holy shit was she wet. Soaked even. He pumped another finger into her, rubbing her insides gingerly. He felt her hands fist his hair again and sighed. Someday he'd grow bald if he continued to make love to Katara.

She called out his name again, moaning louder and louder with each harder pump. Zuko felt his manhood getting harder, bursting with the need to thrust deep into her tight womanhood. He groaned. While she was being pleasured by him, he was being tortured by his own pleasure factor. But he still continued his finger thrusts, twists and turns. He made her yelp, and watched amusedly as she thrust her hips into his hands to increase her pleasure. Selfish girl. She nearly killed him with her loud scream of pleasure when she came.

He licked his fingers, completely aware that she was watching him through half-lidded eyes. She panted, trying to regain her composure as she supported herself on the back of her elbows. Reaching up to kiss Zuko, she smiled and wrapped her arms around his neck, falling back to the bed with him right after her.

"That was amazing..."

"With your moaning, screaming, whimpering and name chanting?"

She shot him a glare. He grinned back and nuzzled her neck, breathing in her scent. A water bender raised as a fire bender, hm? Had the circumstances been different, they'd definitely be having angry sex right now.

He chuckled and pinned her arms above her head with one hand. "My turn..."

She gulped and realized the dangling manhood in front of her. She immediately fingered her womanhood, checking to see if it could fit. There was just no way...

He raised a brow and slid his body over hers, kissing her gently, whispering huskily, "I'll go slow-you know, allow your body to adapt." Katara merely nodded, never taking her eyes away from him.

"Now spread eagle."

She shot him a confused look, "what?"

He sighed. What a turn off. He breathed out and guided himself into her entrance. His eyes closed in sheer pleasure as he slowly squeezed himself into her. She let out a moan and writhed beneath him. He was fuckin huge. She was fuckin small. Houston, we have a mother fuckin problem.

He felt her hands scramble to grip his back. Her legs spread further apart as his torso came between them. Going in this slow was driving him crazy.

Then he felt it-that gate to her entrance. She wasn't going to like this. He bit his lip, letting her gently rid him of the seeping blood. "Katara it's going to hurt a bit."

She nodded, prepared. He grabbed her shoulders for support and thrust himself all the way in. He heard her gasp for air and kissed her, hoping to take her mind off the pain. Cuz fuck, if there was anything he was feeling right at this moment, it was fucking insane. He waited a few moments before deciding that he couldn't keep his carnal needs waiting too long. No, he didn't wait for her to adjust to his member. No, he didn't wait for her, he'd done too much of that anyhow. He'd fuck her. Fuck her senseless, fuck her so hard, so good, she'd forget all about Masaru and enter his world.

"Zuko! It hurts!"

He heard her whine. He heard her cry out for him to listen, but the only thing he listened to was the drowning sound of his heartbeat. He was too selfish with his own wants and needs to pay any heed to her pained cries of retaliation. Her fists pounded his chest, with eyes shut. He felt her legs squeezing his hips so tight he hypothesized he'd wake up with bruises galore. Her body kept shifting, moving away from him and he did not like it. He growled, and adjusted her back to her previous position-torso lined with torso. He left one hand to rest on the curve of her waist to keep her in place.

"Katara...open your eyes...it...should be fine now..."

His thrusts were awkward at first, but he soon got into rhythm and even Katara bucked beneath him. Her constricting legs began to loosen and relax around him. He felt her kiss back as her hands once again returned to dusting his hair with soft moans. But he wasn't going to let her relax; he was going to please her. His thrusts became more desperate, and their harmonious rhythm fell out of balance. He drove deeper, faster and harder. Katara simply couldn't keep up, so Zuko consumed her-his hips drove her ass deep into the sweat soaked sheets of his bed. She couldn't help but admit that his overwhelming power was arousing. She even let herself be dominated by him. Hell, she gave up the moment Zuko plunged into her so hard she thought the earth shook.

The bed squeaked, sheets shifted around as an effect of their frequent and continuous movements. Heavy lust filled pants, moans, groans and whimpers erupted from their passion. Mixed feelings swirled dangerously like a close tornado-so close the moment it comes into view, you just know you're fucked. Yeah, she was in one of those predicaments. She loved Masaru, but she loved Zuko as well. She felt those tingling butterflies with Masaru, but she felt these spine tingling sensations with Zuko. She'd realize her mixed feelings through her intimate encounters during her many rendezvous' with Zuko.

"Ohhh...! Zuko! There! Ahhhhh...!"

Zuko smirked against her swollen nipple. He bit it softly, "...where...?" He lifted himself out of her slowly, moving around in her, as if tracing her circular entrance. "You'll have to show me where..." His hands glided up and down her arms, massaging them sensually, letting his thumbs and wandering fingers delve gently into her soft skin.

She let a disappointed sigh escape her lips. She grabbed his arms and lifted herself up to face him head on. "Zuko, don't play with me. It's messing the mood." She'd be damned if he continued to feign ignorance when he knew-he knew he had her under his control. "She ran her fingers up his chest, only realizing then how toned...muscular...and utterly ripped he was. She'd always seen his body during sparring rounds and bending practices, but never had she identified it as so hot and so...deliciously male. Exactly when and why now of all times did she recognize him to be so alluring? Then his snide remark drew her back from her curious thoughts. She saw his haughty smirk.

A bead of sweat dropped from his forehead and fell between her breasts. She eyed him with a glare. Great, as if she wasn't wet enough already. He licked it slowly, smirk still in place. "But I already have."

Fuck his games. "Not completely," she was tired of his games. Tired of them. She pushed him down so that she was on top. "My turn to fuck you over."

His eyes widened a bit, he'd never heard her swear like that before, and frankly, it turned him on. He let her mount him, watching her every awkward movement with amusement as she guided his manhood into her entrance. Slick, hot and sticky. Ohhhh yeahhh... Her hips rocked into his, and his eyes rolled back, arching his neck into a pillow behind him. "Katara..." he breathed. His hands reached up to cup her bouncing breasts and squeezed then gently, rubbing his thumbs around the dark parts of her nipples in a tantalizingly slow and torturous circular motion. After all, happiness comes in a circular motion, right? He heard her moan and leaned her chest forward into his warm hands.

Her brows knotted together in concentration. "Zuko..." a tone that sounded more like the beginning of a question rather than a moan. "are you...fire...bending...?" He chuckled to himself. What the hell was she talking about? He watched her through half-lidded eyes. Goddamn was she fucking beautiful. He was the first to see this side of Katara, with her mouth parched slightly open, purring in such a sexy voice he never knew she possessed, her milky soft body, her virginity, her reactions to his intimate actions. It was all a first. And he basked in it all.

She whimpered, covering her face with her hands, hips still grinding his. "If you're not... No, you...must be... Why does my...body feel...so...hot...?"

He took this moment of vulnerability to push her back down, resuming his dominant position of alpha male. Her words burned through his mind. Sure her confession made him happy, hell it flooded him with renewed pride, but how the heck do you reply to that sort of question? Katara, you're aroused. I feel it too... So he said the second thing that popped into his mind.

"Because you want me."

He pried her hands away from her face and kissed her. "And I want you too..." His teeth brushed against hers during their kiss. Blood seeped from her lips after Zuko's harsh bites of dominance. He was marking her. First with the hickeys, then her virginity, and now her unsealed lips. Zuko's warmth was enveloping her, consuming her, and she allowed herself to be swept away with his fiery passion.

He broke away from her, taking in a breath. "So now that we know what we want..." His tone was dead serious and husky. Oh shit. She felt that strange pressure build up between her legs and pressed them together to relieve the tension, but froze when her knee bumped into his hard dick. He roughly dragged her hips towards his and grinned devilishly. Leaning in close to her lips he whispered, "so let's go fuckin wild..."

Before Katara had a chance to reply, Zuko was already fucking her senseless. Compared to his thrusts earlier, these were crazy fast and hard. Her breasts jiggled, bouncing up and down and left and right. He wasn't joking about going all out.

His pants were deliriously delicious.

His hair fluttered about, some strands stuck to his face like glue.

His hands were strong, they took her breath away.

No, she thought, he took her breath away.

His kisses. His dominant nature. His thrusts. His unpredictable, and sometimes reckless actions. His smell. His reactions to success and failure. His smile to show gratitude and pure happiness. His frowns to show sadness and disappointment. His smirks that confirmed whenever his point was the right one. His voice whenever he whispered her name. Whenever he called her. Whenever he talked to her, held her. ...whenever she felt him become a part of her. Her heart, her mind, her body...it was consumed by him, haunted by him, filled with him and him only.

She was in his world.


A/N: So uhh a few of you readers are probably like wtf just happened. Basically the summary of the story is: Katara is adopted by Iroh after his company destroys a water tribe village. She's raised along side Zuko and the two become good friends with time. They develop a bond, a relationship that shows just how powerful friendship is during a time of war. Masaru is one of the fire nation warriors that Katara fights alongside with, and eventually they become an item. At the same time, Zuko's tries to figure out the cause of his strange feelings, which is why, at the beginning of this 'lemon', he realizes their changes from children to adults. So yeah. STORY WILL BE UP SOON :D