::DISCLAIMER:: I own nothing! I merely play with the characters like dolls... actually no. Have you seen Ken dolls? Poor things...

WARNING! This one gets a bit hot and heavy! LEMONY-LIME goodness! Smut!

Whatever you call it. It's in this chapter!

If you don't like that sort of thing then don't read "M" rated things.

It's. Honestly. That. Simple.

~Bad Moon Rising~

Zuko's POV

"Oh…my….spirits," says a voice not far from Zuko. His ears perk and his eyes whip up to the frozen form of Katara in front of him. He freezes on the spot not sure of what to do. He is in nothing but what he was born in… and Katara was- Zuko's breath hitches.

"Agni," he whispers as his eyes are glued to Katara's unbound chest. He watches as a water droplet trails down her neck, along her collarbone and then between her round breast. Zuko swallows a groan, 'Agni. How in the gods' names has she been hiding those under her bindings?'

His eyes trail back up to her bright blue orbs. He doesn't even notice that his breathing was quickening as he watched her pink tongue swipe across her plump lips. He did notice –however- that a certain part of him had most definitely taken note of her surprisingly womanly figure. Zuko's face heats up as he realizes that that visible sign is exactly where her gaze is now glued.

He moves his hands to attempt to cover himself, "Uh, Katara?"

Her eyes blaze as she rakes over his form and he can't help but groan, "Tara," he breathes her name as though it were a prayer.

Suddenly, Katara is in front of him and Zuko feels that any thoughts of logic and reason are long gone as she lifts her burning gaze into his eyes.

Katara's POV

Katara stood there eying the Fire Prince's lean and muscled form as she had an inner battle with herself. Was her urge to run her hands brazenly over this abs because of the moon or because she honestly wanted to?

She played through all of her memories of Zuko:

The bad, when he was hunting them down;

The good, like when he held her close as she cried on the way back from tracking down her mother's killer;

And the ugly, like how they still fought like a whip-lash of hot and cold.

She knew that they'd go back and forth between getting along and fighting with each other. Yet, she also knew that she felt drawn to him. …No matter how much she wanted to hit him over his stubborn Firebender head sometimes. She knew that she want this… this, whatever they had.

She wanted him.

…and by the looks of it, her eyes glue to his apparent arousal for her, he wanted it to.

"Tara," he whispers huskily as he attempts to cover his …his gracious plenty.

Oh no. She would be having none of that. Katara can't even bring herself to blush; she was too far gone for modesty. Bad moon rising and logic be damned. Katara was going to finally show him just how badly she wanted his stubborn, sexy Firenation ass. …And what a nice ass it was.

Using a push from the water, she moves, rather quickly, to stand before him. She lifts her eyes to look into his liquid honey orbs. She was searching for something. Something that would show her that this was right. That he wanted her has much as she wanted him. But she was also searching for something that she couldn't put a label to…

And then, she finds it.

With a soft smile, she lifts her hand and places it on his scarred cheek. He sighs out his nickname for her and nuzzles into her hand. Cautiously, she lifts her other hand and trails her finger tips from the back of his hands (which were still covering his gracious plenty) up over his wrists and his arms. As she brushes across his shoulders and collarbones, his muscles shudder under her touch.

She pauses and glances to his face cautiously. His eyes are shut and his lips are parted, and so, she moves on with her curious exploration. She spreads her finger tips out on his chest and timidly brushes over his nipple earning a light hiss to break loose from his lips. She looks to his face to find him watching her intently with his molten eyes. Her other hand runs down his chest to join the journey and, together, she moves them downward in a ghosting trail across his abs. She grabs each of his wrists and moves them away after a slight bit of resistance.

Zuko's POV

Zuko pauses for a moment before allowing her to move his hands. He moves them to his side before freezing again, not wanting to scare her away.

Her nails lightly graze his hip bone causing them to jerk forward slightly. A groan escapes his lips, "Tara…" his voice trails off.

Katara's POV

She eyes his clenching and unclenching fists and she smiles softly at him as she realizes just how hard he is trying to hold still for her curious exploring. "Zuko," she whispers as she places a hand on his cheek, "kiss me."

(A/N: POV gets jumbled here. It's on purpose. Just read it and feel the emotions of the moment. …oh and Lemon-Lime WARNING!)

As soon as the words pass her lips, he pulls her the last few inches to him and crushes her body to his in a searing, toe-curling kiss.

His hot tongue presses lightly across her bottom lip begging entrance which she readily accepts. He coxes her tongue into a kind of battle, fire against ice, his heat against her cool. The result was the same as the weather's would be - a raging storm of passion.

Katara has never been kissed this way; even the few times that Zuko had kissed her, it never felt like this. Her insides were heated and it felt as though a coil deep within her was starting to tighten.

One of Zuko's hands fist into her hair as the other ghosts down her spine causing her to shudder against him in the most delicious way, pulling a rumbling moan from his chest.

Katara's hands are just a busy; one is wrapped around his neck, her fingers tangled into his locks, keeping him from pulling away; the other hand trails back down his abs. She trails her nails across a hip bone and moans his name as his hips grind into hers. She slips her hand between them and wraps her hand around his very gracious plenty.

A hiss and a groan escapes from Zuko as she moves her hand up and down his shaft, slowly. He drags his tongue across her bottom lip before sucking it into his mouth and nibbling it softly. He moves a hand to her breast avoiding her tender buds causing her to whimper into his mouth. He smirks softly before brushing his thumb across her hardened bud in reward.

"Zuko," Katara breathes out as an electric shock moves from her nipple to between her legs. She rubs her thighs together in an attempt to relieve some of her building pressure.

She runs her own thumb across the tip of Zuko's swollen head causing him to thrust into her hand. Feeling empowered by this discovery, she pumps her hand from the base to the head brushing her thumb around the tip with each pass.

Moving his hips to match her hand, Zuko tears his lips from her and places searing kisses down her neck and chest.

"Zuko," she moans as his hot mouth wraps around the bud of one of her breast. She pumps him slightly faster as his mouth laps, nips and sucks her into a frenzy.

Zuko moves the hand not supporting her back from her waist around into the curly down between her legs. He moves his finger between her lower lips and brushes over her pearl of nerves.

Katara moans his name loudly over and over like a prayer as her head lulls to the side. He has decided that his name coming her lips is a sound he wants to hear more of. He slips a finger into her slick opening as his thumb rubs circles around her bundle of nerves. He groans as her walls begin to clench around his finger, "Ungh, so tight," he groans through clenched teeth.

Katara tosses her head side to side and clenches her eyes closed as the coil inside tightens to the point where she thinks it will either burst or she'll die of this feverish, trembling mess she's become. She pumps Zuko faster, using the little beads of moister at his tip to make her movement easier.

"Tara, Tara, Tara," he chants with each swipe of her hand. His abdomen begins to tighten and he knows he is not far off from his release. With a circle of his thumb around her pearl between her legs, he adds a second finger. Now she chants his name. The his name being cried from her plump lips brings him even closer.

"Tara," he says huskily as his lips brush her ear, "let go." With that he curls his fingers, hitting just the right spot inside, as he presses his thumb to her bundle. Her walls flutter around his fingers, and with one last swirl of his thumb, they clamp down just as he reaches his own release.

"Zuko!"

"Tara!"

He continues to slowly move his fingers within her as she rides out her orgasm. As she falls limp in his arms, only keeping one hand upon his neck playing with his hair, he tenderly washes off her inner thighs as well as himself before lifting her out of the water and carrying her to the banks.

Reviews are better than this past Sundays latest episode of True Blood...

yeah, no, not even close.

FINALLY Alan Bell did something right!

I flippin' love Eric Northman and adore Alexander Skarsgard. He, Alan Hyde and all the cast have done well.

Alan Bell, however, needs to cut out his Compton-Love-fest! Ugg! I actually kinda want to bonk him over the head... hard.