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Please comment! Thanks! By the way, this is my first fanfiction, so if it's terrible, don't blame me.

Katara woke slowly, her head aching worse then it had the morning after Aang's 21st birthday, and that had been a bad hangover. She could feel the satin sheets wrapped around her body, and the warm, muscular body she was lying on. Wait. What?!? Katara's eyes flew open and she moved her head slowly to, seeing a man she had only dreamed about being with wrapped in black satin sheets. Good god, what have I done?

Zuko awoke to the body laying on top of him. He shifted his body toward the warm body of the girl, moving his hand down, feeling her stomach and finally coming to rest at her hip. Her body was muscular, like his, most likely a bender, from the way her body was muscled. She was probably just a random earth-kingdom girl, having gotten lucky at the bar last night. He'd been too drunk to care who it was, remembering all the girls crowding around him, not caring about his scar. He knew he was handsome enough, and most of the girls knew wealth when they saw it. Sleep with a man with a title like his and they might just get a few gold coins, or some jewelry. Even six years after the war, people still lived terribly. Zuko opened his eyes slowly, looking at his mystery girl. Her dark mass of hair only looked a little too familiar, the tanned, muscular build of her body looked too much like the one he had been dreaming of holding since the moment he had met her. The body he had longed for for years, and dreaded now, turned toward him and he saw the familiar blue eyes and perfectly curved lips. His golden eyes widened as he realized what he'd done.

"Zuko?" Katara gasped out. "What are you-Where are-Did we-" She fell silent, her gaze flicking from around the room, finally coming to rest on Zuko's stunned face. He nodded slowly, and she closed her eyes, massaging her temples. She heard Zuko's moan as she shifted off of him, now noticing, closer to his groin.

"Katara," he forced through clenched teeth, "Stop moving. Please." Katara froze in her attempt to slide of Zuko's perfect body. Instead, she took her hands and pushed up on his chest, getting herself far enough from his body. She rolled off of him, hearing his grunt of surprise and protest.

"Katara... Um... I think we did something worse then just sex last night.