Basically I wrote the first paragraph for an experiment in description, and then decided to make it fanfiction so I could post it. Ha. Hope it's coherent and not too lame. Tried to avoid OOC, please review!
There it was again. That tightening, gaping feeling in her chest. It made her gasp for air, draw sloppy, heaving breaths. It was uncomfortable, and intoxicating. A warm fog filled her brain and clouded her thoughts, leaving only one that she could make out through the swirling condensation of hormones: WANT. She was feverish, she was floating; her open mouth bent into a slight smile.
His warm grey eyes glanced in her direction, and caught the hungry look in hers. He dropped his fighting stance and began walking over to her, ignoring the objections coming from his rather sullen, scarred opponent. Mid-practice, beads of sweat were just beginning to form on the back of his neck and forehead and exposed abdomen. His expression was knowing, teasing, a smile tugging at his lips. Her heart pounded like the tribal drums of her homeland at the South Pole. Suddenly, he was standing in front of her, looking down into her watery blue eyes.
"Did you need something, Katara?"
"No," she replied breezily, shading her tanned face from the blazing afternoon sun. "Why do you ask?" Her expression was coyly defiant.
"Oh, no reason," he answered, matching her carefree tone. "I was just curious since you seemed… bothered, by something." At these last words he smirked a little.
She felt the heat begin rising to her face. "Why, not at all," she scoffed, still attempting to sound uninvested. "I was… wondering what to make for dinner tonight. That's all."
"I see," he raised his eyebrows in mock seriousness. "That is an important topic." She made to punch him playfully, a smile creeping up on her, but he caught her wrists lightly with his tattooed hands. "Are you sure there's nothing I can do for you?" He was asking, he was eager. His eyes pleaded, but left the final word up to her. He needed her. He always had.
She pulled her arms from his grasp, but then reached up to caress his cheek. A thick feeling invaded her throat, but she swallowed it back down.
"Maybe later," she said lightly, taunting him with an almost devious look in her eyes. She pulled away slowly before sauntering in the opposite direction. She tuned her ears in, and soon enough she could hear his light footsteps jogging to catch up to her.
She smirked, and the fever returned as her beloved caught her around the waist, whispering, "How about now?"