SUBCONSCIOUSLY

A/N This is my first fanfiction, so please rate and comment (I don't mind constructive criticism).

WARNING: Contains SMUT Zuko x Katara, very intense. Rated: MA.

'Is that Aang firebending?' Katara thought silently, whilst hearing the aggression in Zuko's voice and smelling the scorching fiery air that reminded her of when Sokka tried to cook his own meat. And burned himself. Fairly sure that they were training, she strolled toward them making sure she was heard (so she didn't look suspicious) then waited at the steps for permission to sit down and observe. they both noticed her instantaneously, she was soon granted the permission by the way Aang immediately gazed at her and beamed in the most sincere way she had ever seen. But Zuko just stared, no smile, and looked her up and down.

Why did he constantly make her feel this way? Not hate - she could never hate him, despite what she told him, and herself - but not affection either, she couldn't process it, it was like he constantly made her feel that she wanted to impress him, in all ways. But then he looked away, leaving her there gawking. but when she returned her gaze to Aang, he was already back to his position and he released a rapid fire of flames that flicked off his finger tips and feet as he kicked and punched in a well choreographed training template, Katara was mildly impressed. "More ferocious!" Zuko obviously didn't feel the same way, and Aang clearly couldn't live up to the prince's expectations of what the 'Avatar' should be like, "Imagine striking through your opponents heart" was the next command the Fire Lord made, with a unsatisfied look on his face and his muscular arms crossed over his bare chiseled chest disapprovingly.

Aang sighed "I'm trying" and Katara believed he was, but was not quite getting there.

"NOW LET ME HEAR YOU ROAR LIKE A TIGER-DILLO!"

"rawww" and a small flame exhaled from aangs mouth.

"that sounded Pathetic! Now I said RRAAWW!" Zuko's voice was so much manlier and more passionate than Aangs.

"RAW!" And with that, Aang had made an acceptable attempt at what Zuko does best, and was done for the day.

Katara didn't follow him, she knew he was going to get a shower and go to sleep, therefore she didn't pry. Instead she stayed as the orange glow faded and changed the shadows around her until it was almost completely dark. In truth, she hadn't noticed, she was admiring something else. More beautiful that the sun itself. Zuko noticed of course, she was practically the only one still awake, and grinned. Making a poor attempt at hiding his flattery that she - the beautiful waterbender girl - was looking, and not in disgust either! She was paying close attention 'Oh he's so smug, i just want to wipe that smirk off his face... Perhaps with my lips' she mentally kicked herself for thinking such things of a Fire Lord Prince, no less. This was too much, she had to leave.

"Would you like me to teach you?" was an unexpected sound.

"Teach me what exactly?" Katara replied, sounding more suggestive than intended.

He replied with a chuckle, but she was already mortified. He noticed this of course and forcefully grabbed her hand, he had wanted to know what her soft skin would feel like against his for a long time, yet, this wasn't quite satisfying enough. She pulled on his arm, making a weak attempt at leaving and turned her back on him. Zuko spun her fully around, therefore by the time she was facing him, there foreheads were touching and making intense eye contact, she couldn't refrain from being fascinated by the pools of liquid gold that where his eyes. From his eyes alone you could tell he was royalty. He looked down at her, and planted a soft affectionate kiss on her cheek, which surprised Katara more than a forced one would have, because she's never seen him this way. He wanted her, and she could tell. Carefully watching her reaction, he crashed onto her lips with a wet hot kiss that they both craved. She tried to pull away but he knew she didn't want to, so instead he traced the shape of her full pink lips with his experienced tongue, practically begging for entrance to her mouth. She willingly gave in with a needy sigh. He explored her mouth, massaging his tongue against hers passionately as he felt the blood rush from his excited heart to his brain then his erection, which was becoming harder every second she was caressing him with her sweet touches all over.

He looked up to check that no one was around - not that he cared - then pushed her onto the dew covered fire nation grass. she gasped, and he could see her toned stomach stiffen, as she was wearing her one fire nation outfit. That he had no doubt she wore to impress him. He planted his hands either side of her brown hair that unfolded in curls like a halo around her head. She lifted her head for a kiss, but he held her shirt and lay her back down again, then without letting go of the top, he removed his completely. He started planting kisses along her jaw bone, which made her moan. then made a journey, leaving a trail behind him of wetness and love bites, and he decided to nibble slightly as he made his way down her neck and lached himself onto her right nipple. She had never felt a sensation like this before, Katara couldn't help but reach out for something to grab hold of, after skimming his six pack she had left one hand on his smooth pale chest, and the other intertwined in his divine smelling, long black hair. He would swirl his tong around the tip making her once soft brown nipple, stiffen.

Then he continued his quest for pleasure by grasping his teeth to the hem of her red pants and ripping them off, whilst releasing a gruff noise from between his mouth. He took one of his hands from beneath her, supporting his entire weight with just one. Then stretched out two of them and put them entirely in his mouth, retracting them, and parting Katara's thighs with a kiss, inserted them into her core, she was so tight and wet, she moaned trying to keep her voice hushed, but tossing her head from side to side in absolute ecstasy. he thrust them into her once more, purely for the reaction to his touch that he loved. She then traced his abs and rubbed sensually at the pulsing member that was caged in the restricting clothes he was wearing. feeling impatient she tore them off in one swift move, and his cock was just as hard as his other perfectly defined muscles. She bent her head 'What is she doing...' he thought, hoping for her mouth to answer that question in more than one ways. She kissed his red stiffened tip "Katar - AHH!" then swirled her tongue in the pre cum that was oozing from the slit. He held her face and pushed her to the floor, hard. She was so horny and needed him inside her, she needed him to fill her completely. wrapping her legs around him and grinding her hip bones into his was all the consent he needed. He slid his pulsing dick into her tight virgin hole. He wanted to hear her scream. He pulled all the way out, except for the tip, then crashed himself even deeper into her hot sleekness than the time before. Then repeated. She was digging her nails into his built back and letting pleasure out weigh the pain. Zuko didn't want this to be a one time thing, he knew Aang wanted Katara... "say my name" he whispered seductively into her hear. "Zuko" she sighed, almost a whisper. "Louder!" and at that moment, her walls started to tighten around is cock and she couldn't control it anymore "ZUKOO!". Hearing his name said by her - the one he wanted - was the most satisfying part for Zuko, and he released inside her with a manly "AAGGHHH" with one last movement, letting their sweaty skin slap together, before he collapsed.

Katara turned to face a panting Zuko, she moved the hair that was stuck to his face by sweat with a delicate touch, then fell asleep in his arms. He had covered her exposed body with his embroied robe. He then noticed he purple mark on her neck, marking her as His, and His alone, and grinned smugly. He was just about to follow her lead and sleep himself, when a figure he had not noticed was standing at the stairs, for god knows how long - but he wished it was the whole time -

Zuko winked at Aang

then bueried his face in Katara's sweet hair, finally falling asleep.