"We should stop doing this," panted Katara, her heart still pounding from her previous climax.
"Just this one more night, then we'll stop. But until then..." Zuko whispered with a grin as he flipped Katara onto her back. Zuko's bed with its blood red sheets that were soaked. the curtains that had been and will continue to be used as restraints, and the beautiful dragon coverlet that Katara's face had been buried in. This was what they did. They promised each other and themselves that they would stop, but couldn't bring themselves to. Not when Katara's blood-red lipstick was making her look like an exotic, untamable, beautiful, and deadly seductress, and certainly not when it was spread all over Zuko's neck and face, peppered in kiss marks and red with what would certainly become kissing marks tomorrow. But for tonight, it was their last night, as it always is and always will be.