Unwanted Treasure

By: Sailorjj07

2. Conception

A/n: Ok, I'm warning you now. THIS CHAPTER WILL BE A LEMON. Why? Because, honestly, I think it's necessary in order for everyone to see how this story plays out. I usually don't write these, as a matter of fact, I STRAY from writing anything like this, but I really think it'll help the story along. So this chapter is rated M, just so everyone knows it. If you want to skip it, go right ahead. I'm not really an M author, and this will be the only chapter that is in that category, really. I won't let any others get this far. Thanks so much guys.

Disclaimer: I do not own!

"Talking"

'Thinking'

Actions

(Me!)

I was standing watch the very first night he joined us. I had actually volunteered for the job because I didn't want Zuko anywhere near Aang, Sokka, and the rest of us. I made sure that everyone was asleep before I camped out in the nearest open area to his room. I even made a small fire there to keep myself warm.

I didn't want Zuko with us. We all felt the same way. I only agreed to it for Aang's sake. For a while, the only thing I heard in the silence was my own voice, saying over and over again how much Aang needed a teacher.

Then a footstep echoed against the walls and my own voice shattered to bits, warning me to whoever was coming near. Without asking questions, I summoned an icy spike and directed it at my intruder. I saw a flash of flame and then heard steam mist up into the air, telling me exactly who it was.

Zuko.

With his cropped hair messed from tossing and turning, I guess, he yawned and watched me with his golden eyes.

I hated those eyes of his. Just hated them.

"Why are you awake in the middle of the night?" He asked me, his voice soft and gentle like the moonlight. I hated how he was acting like he knew me; acting like we were the best of friends or something.

"I could ask you the same thing." I said, moodily, bending water out of my pouch with a glare. Zuko glanced at me with his good eye and walked closer to the fire, washing his face with its orange glow.

"I could feel the flames." He muttered, sitting down (it looked more like dropping) on the ground nonchalantly. I continued to glare at him through the fire, bending my water into a ball and then a spike, seriously contemplating on ending him right then and there.

"I'll put them out."

"You'll also freeze to death."

I glared. He gave me an "I told ya so look", before smirking softly at me. "Should it matter if I freeze or not? That's one less person you have to betray later."

His face hardened as if I had struck him physically. "About that..."

"Save it, Zuko. You already proved to all of us who you're loyal too."

"That's not true, I-!"

"You have no excuse!" I was shouting at him as quietly as I could. I stood up so he could see my face over the flame and my glare intensified, "Do you know how much that hurt? I actually believed in YOU, you, Zuko, for a mere moment! I was willing to waste precious pure water on you, and then you go and act like my friendship doesn't matter! Like it's nothing!"

Maybe the moonlight was doing something to me that night. Maybe I was just so tired that I didn't care anymore. I don't know what made me tell Zuko all those things...And I definitely don't know what made him reply to them.

"Don't tell me anything about hurting, peasant! Do you KNOW what I've gone through? What I've seen? I've killed, Katara," he spat my name as if it was the worst thing on the earth, "Murdered men to get to the Avatar. Not to mention that I have a crazy ass sister who wants all of us dead, an uncle who barely got out of my FATHER'S jail cell alive and the reputation of a bastard son who doesn't deserve the right to breathe air." Zuko had stood up too, and had walked over to my side of the fire as well, listing off all the pains in his life. When he was but a few feet away from me, his burning gold eyes cast to the ground and his entire face saddened, "Let's not forget about my mother, who left me as a child to the dogs of the Fire Lord's Court." After he said that, he looked up at me again, and I could feel my heart hitch at the look on his face, "Don't tell me anything about hurting, Katara. You don't know the half of it." When his speech was done, he grimaced slightly; apparently he had given away too much.

I stared at him for a long time, thinking about all he had said. Zuko really was worse off than me. I had a family, and they were safe with me. They were all off sleeping in the beds we borrowed, dreaming of whatever happy things give them hope. But Zuko had no hope. He had no one that believed in him, no one to show him what it was like to be happy, and no one to show him love.

Zuko probably didn't even know what love was.

I closed the gap between Zuko and me, opening my arms up to my sworn enemy. Gran Gran had always taught me that when a person was down on the last straw, a hug was the best way to lift them up. So slowly, I wrapped my arms around him, one after the other, until I had enveloped Zuko into a gentle, reassuring hug.

I just hope he doesn't burn me for it.

Zuko's POV

I went rigid when I felt her tan arms come around me gently. Who the hell was she to hug me, her sworn enemy, like we were best friends? I almost wanted to push her off, but I didn't. I wanted to scream at her too, but I didn't do that either.

All I did was hug her back.

And it felt good.

Katara's POV

I was surprised when he hugged me back, as if to say thank you. I never thought of Zuko to be the hugging type, but apparently, he was. His arms tightened around me and he drew me closer than I would have liked, however, I didn't say a word. I let him hug me for a long time, even as he inhaled and exhaled slowly into my hair.

No, I didn't speak a word as I looked up into his golden eyes either. I just stared at him, wondering how many unshed tears he was hiding in those sparkling pools of his. His breath caught as our eyes met and we both stared at each other, holding our breath.

I think I leaned forward first, but now I can't even remember. We stared at each other for so long, I didn't even realize my eyes had slid closed as our lips met; I could still see his eyes in my mind. The breath we both were holding in released at the same time, and his exhale became my inhale, and the space between us became nothing.

I was kissing Zuko and Zuko was kissing me.

It was a soft kiss at first that spoke volumes. I was sorry for being so mean and he was sorry for trying to kill me. I was sorry for making him remember his past and he was sorry for making me feel sorry about his past. So many things were spoken in that first kiss between us, the softest and sweetest kiss I'd ever had in my entire life. It had surprised him so much that the fire beside us had been snuffed out. As I broke away from the kiss that had stolen my breath away, Zuko was already leaning forward for another one, pulling me close and capturing my lips all over again before I could stop him. His kiss was more burning this time, he was saying something else now, and it got my attention as much as his first kiss had.

'You can't take my pain away.'

It was as if he was speaking to me in my head. His tongue pressed against my bottom lip and I could feel my entire body aching to taste him. I'd never had such urges before, so why now and why with Zuko? But it didn't matter; I had already parted my lips and suppressed the moan from my actions. Zuko tasted like something forbidden; like a sweet wine that burned on the way down your throat. I was now up against the rock column behind us and Zuko's tongue was licking and teasing my own, in which I returned the favor.

"Katara..." His soft whisper of my name was so different from how he had said it earlier. I kissed him fiercely to quiet him though, because I knew his mind was starting to catch up with his body. As was mine. Soon, his kisses became fierce too, burning my lips with their intensity. I began to forget how we had even gotten to this point. All I could think of was the feel of his mouth on mine.

"Zuko, we have to...Oh...W-We have to s-stop." I moved my face from his after my mind had flashed almost eight hundred red flags at me. At first, Zuko hadn't realized what I had said; his eyes were clouded with a glittering passion and excitement. But as I began to move away from the pillar, his mind finally registered and he heaved a deep sigh.

"I...I ummm..."

"It's ok, Zuko. We both got carried away." I was willing to excuse him for this, since I had taken part in the act too. But I wasn't forgiving him for anything else he did. Only this. "You should go back to bed."

He nodded, his eyes still slightly cloudy before walking towards the hall leading to his room. I watched him go almost halfway to the entrance before I stood up to follow him.

"What're you doing?"

I crossed my arms, refusing to look at the man I had just kissed like a lover, "I still don't trust you."

Zuko nodded with a sigh, before heading towards his room with me following. We walked in silence, having nothing to say to each other, but I couldn't keep the images out of my head. I didn't have to talk; I was thinking about his kiss. Zuko was such a good kisser better than Jet, anyways, and maybe better than Aang, if I could ever bring myself to kiss him. I shook my head taking my mind off the Avatar to the Fire Prince in front of me. He was still walking in front of me with his arms crossed, until we reached his room door. He opened it, then turned around and looked at me.

"Since I didn't do anything suspicious, may I go to bed now? Or do you have to search me and threaten me again?"

Apparently, he hadn't been too happy about me telling him I would end him forever. I opened my mouth to answer him when he shook his head and kissed me again, starting up what we were supposed to have finished outside.

"Zuko!" I murmured against his mouth softly, feeling my knees grow weak as his tongue slipped into my mouth all over again, and he took my hand.

Why were we acting this way?

His kisses grew hot and heavy, leaving me with my head spinning as if I was drunk. Maybe I was, since I was letting him kiss me this way. He barely knew me!

Zuko's hands were expertly touching me in places that got my attention. I moaned as his hands gently slide across my chest, melting more than I ever thought I could. I kissed his lips in response to his ministrations, a sign that I was urging him to keep going.

I didn't want to stop feeling this way. This physical joy was ecstasy to me. Something I had never felt before in my life.

And it seemed Zuko was only happy to please. He began to kiss me against my neck and collar bone, leading me slowly to the bed that he was supposed to be sleeping in, only stopping in his assault on my body to let me sit on the bed. Then he began again, sucking and licking on my neck as if it were candy.

I moaned against the slick heat that was seeping through my neck, and Zuko smirked before nibbling on my ear a bit. I moaned again, this time putting my hand over my mouth, which earned an even wider smirk from him.

"Z-Zuko, s-stop."

His kisses traveled down my collar bone and down my shirt and over to my chest. There was a slight hardness where Zuko's face was and through my clothes, he rubbed his fingers over it, before bringing his head down and pressing his lips softly on the cloth. I bit down on my finger as the pleasure shot through me and he grinned.

"It feels even better...without the cloth in the way."

I nodded mutely, as my hands found his hair, and he began to slide my summer top off over my head. As soon as the shirt was gone I was at my back undoing my breast bindings. I wanted to feel what he was talking about now.

My binding fell to the floor in a heap with my shirt and Zuko's mouth curved around the hard heaps almost immediately. I moaned into my hand again as his tongue sent liquid heat into my chest, and I scratched his back with my nails as I fought against the sounds trying to escape me.

Nothing in this world should feel so wonderful. Nothing.

Zuko gave a soft moan of his own as my nails dug into him further when he began on the next hill in his line of vision. I was gasping into my hand by now, and swearing to myself that my name was indeed Katara, since my mind was having such a hard time remember everything including that.

"Breathe Katara." Zuko halted in his teasing to kiss my mouth gently, giving me time to gasp a little slower and gather my muddled brain. Zuko was smirking and I was barely able to think, but I told myself that one day I wanted to wipe that smirk off his face. As of right now, I knew nothing in the ways of being a lover...but I swore to myself that then and there, I would learn how. If only to prove to Zuko that I could do something like this to him too.

I didn't have time to think about my vow for too long because Zuko was already starting again, sucking on me like a new-born baby. I moaned into my mouth again as his other hand massaged my left breast; he was working both spots now.

He took his mouth off, leaving a light trail of saliva on my skin and asked, "Do you want me to stop now?" His voice was so low and husky; the seduction in his eyes bore through to my very core, and I felt something inside me clench as he leaned down and took my other breast into his mouth, suckling again.

I shook my head, not even trusting my voice as my hands began to travel everywhere. In his hair, on his back, on his chest; I had to keep myself busy. Soon his kisses travelled lower, down to the waist-band of my skirt. He looked up at me from his spot and came back to meet my lips, and that was when I felt it.

A long hard length that had to be about seven inches or more was poking against my thigh and without thinking, my hands went to it. Zuko, who was about to say or do something froze on the spot and I looked up curiously, wondering what I had done.

"Don't do that. Let me go."

I blinked. This was a part of Zuko? Slowly, I ran my hand down it and Zuko's body fell into me, surprising me at how quickly he was losing control of himself. He began to tug on my skirt bottom as I pulled off his pants. I wasn't sure what the thing I touched was.

I saw it and stared at this part of Zuko for a bit. It had skin, so it was a part of his body, and I could feel its pulse and heat through my hands. Zuko chuckled a bit at my curiosity, and with a mischievous look, I ran my hand against it again, feeling his body shudder.

"Katara..." He moaned, and I smirked this time. He was in for trouble. This thing, whatever it was called, gives him pleasure like my chest gives me. I ran my fingers up and down it for a few minutes, hearing his breath catch and then listening while he gasped, trying to stop me,

Soon I had wrapped my hands around it, both of them, pumping the object like I was working an Earth Nation water pump.

"Oh god...Katara, please..."

His moan was music to my ears, and all I did was kiss him hotly, not stopping. Soon enough his gasps became louder and hurried, and then all of a sudden he reached out and grabbed my wrist. He pulled me up to a sitting position and kissed me all over my face; my cheeks, my ears and finally, my lips. Then he got close to my ear and whispered in the most caring and sincere voice I ever heard:

"May I have you?"

He asked it with such kindness, and such consideration, that all I could do was nod numbly. Soon I was lying down on my back, with Zuko kissing me tenderly, filling my head with the sweetness of his mouth. Zuko put his organ (I still didn't know its name) close to my body and paused.

"Are you sure?"

I could feel the heat of his organ near me and it was making my entire body ache from the cold of my own body. It was like he was the only thing that would get and keep me warm. That thought almost scared me, but I nodded anyway.

"Please, Zuko..."

Zuko nodded and with one slow, painful push, he put himself inside of me and warmed me to my core. This time I moaned allowed, totally forgetting to cover my mouth and barely caring. It felt good to have him buried there. It was warm and comforting to feel his body above mine, radiating the heat that I could not seem to get anymore. It was like I had been cold my entire life and just realized how much fire Zuko truly holds.

"Katara." He whispered my name as he began a rhythmic movement of in and out between us. It was surprising how something so simple made my body almost fail me from the pure ecstasy. I began to move my hips with him and at each time he pushed in, I could feel him going deeper with my help. Zuko breathed my name again and went a little faster, making my chest bounce a little. With a smirk, Zuko took one hand and began squeezing and caressing my body all over again, while at the same time keeping up the movements.

An hour passed and soon it would be over. My body, which had been slowly but surely building up the momentum, was also building up pressure and if something didn't happen soon all of the pressure, I felt, would surely kill me.

It appeared that was what Zuko wanted because he went faster and soon we both had our hands over each other's mouths, holding back our moans of pleasure and passion as we began to reach the point of no return. With one last push so deep I felt it in my stomach, our dams broke, and we both were biting down on each other's fingers to hold back the cries that were threatening to spill from us. Liquid heat poured out of mine and Zuko's bodies and mixed together inside of me, all over him and all over his mattress too.

I reminded myself to apologize for it later.

Zuko collapsed on top of me, whispering my name over and over again, kissing me with tender, slow kisses all over my bare body, and moaning every time I kissed him back. Soon he had fallen asleep on my bare chest, breathing evenly as if he would finally have good dreams. With my eyes still clouded from the heightened amount of emotions I just felt, I too fell asleep with Zuko, warmed by his bare body against mine.

End Chapter 2