Disclaimer: Avatar the Last Airbender copyright Dante Dimartino, Brian Konietzko and Nickelodeon Studios.
His lips are softer than I expect. Soft, nearly silky, like the roses he leaves in my room every morning. His intoxicating scent surrounds me and I breathe him in, drowning in him. The moan escapes my lips unintentionally. He presses his advantage immediately, his tongue slipping against mine coaxing and teasing. He tastes of foreign spices.
"Merry Christmas Katara," he whispers, trailing feathery kisses along my jaw in a manner that makes my heart flutter.
Smiling, I lean into him, my tippy-toes barely giving enough height to reach his lips on my own. I kiss him, deeply. "Merry Christmas."