Toph sat up and frowned. She threw a biscuit at Sokka, hitting right in the nose. He jumped up and fought the pillows off of him. He finally jumped up and looked at her.

"What?"

"Sugar Queen's comin, and she ain't happy." Just as she finished her sentence the door flew open with a crash. Katara stormed in dripping water as she made a b line fore her room. Aang stumbled in behind her, his shirt in his hand. He closed the door then took off after Katara again.

"But..but.. Katara..I thought...I mean... I ..It was an accident!" Katara growled and slammed her door in Aang's face. Aang turned and looked at Sokka who was staring at him with wide eyes.

Aang shook his head, then realized that he was holding his shirt instead of wearing it. His face blushed bright red and he turned around. He stopped as he looked up at a very confused looking Zuko standing right behind him. Aang's blush deepened as he ran to his room. Zuko looked over at Sokka with a cocked eyebrow.

"I have no idea. All I know is that Katara was wet." Zuko's eyes widened as he stared at Sokka. Sokka thought about what he said and shook his head. "I meant that she was soaked." Zuko cocked his head to the side as he looked at Sokka. "No. I meant with water. You know like she was splashed or something." Zuko smiled and shook his head. He had grown fond of seriously messing with Sokka.

Zuko walked over and tapped on Katara's door. When she didn't answer he pushed the door open. It wasn't like he had never seen her body before. Hell, most of the time in the forest she was half naked anyway. But in case she was feeling self conscious, he peaked around the door cautiously.

Katara was down to her under clothes her dress and pants hanging over the widow sill to dry. Zuko frowned. That was different. Katara grumbled as she rung shirt out into a basin. She cussed under her breath as she turned around. She looked up with a frown and saw Zuko standing in the door way. She frowned at him and kept on about her mumbling. Zuko shut the door. He walked over and sat down on the edge of the bed. He watched as she paced back and forth running her fingers through her short hair. He watched for a moment as something caught his eye. She would reach the end of her hair and keep going for a moment. Zuko sighed. She still missed that long hair of hers.

"Are you okay?" He ask not really knowing if he wanted to tread in that water. She shot him an evil glare and went back to her pacing. He stood up and walked over to her grabbing her by the shoulders.

"Stop pacing. You're making me nervous." She turned her eyes to him and he could have sworn that something moved behind her pupils. He moved his hands over her cold shoulders.

"Why are you still wet?" He frowned and looked at her. The danger of her anger seemed to wash away and another danger took over. Her eyes turned hungry as she stepped close to him, brushing his chest ever so slightly with her breasts.

"Why don't you steam it off of me?" He felt a darkness take over his eyes. Down he fell, deeper and deeper until there was no surfacing. He pulled her close to him as he locked his arms behind her, pressing her body against his. She leaned into him and set her head against his chest. Gently he began to raise his temperature. She moaned deep in her throat as the water began to evaporate off of her skin. It rumbled through his chest and dove straight into his chest. It seemed as if with each breath she sank into his skin.

He looked down at her, his eyes heavy and misted over with unavoidable desire. She parted her mouth as she looked up at him. Her breath ran in a soft hot stream, through his shirt, and over his flesh underneath. Sensations course though his veins as he closed his eyes. A grin flashed over her face as her hands found the him of his shirt. Her finger tips scarcely touched his flesh and brought a shiver along his skin. When he didn't move or make a hint for her to stop, she set her hands against the contours of his abdomen. She leaned into him as she ran her hands over the curves of his body. She slid her hands over his chest and up to his neck. She pushed further bringing his shirt up. He lifted his arms in a signal for her to continue. It wasn't long on his shirt was forgotten on the floor. She pressed her body against him and ran her fingers lightly down his arms and intertwined her fingers with his. She brought his hands up and put them around her back. He looked down at her as she released his hands. She planted a kiss on his chest.

His hands instinctively ran over the smooth skin of her back. It touched the rough cotton of her bra and his hand's faltered. The back of his mind screamed. Something was wrong. He pulled away from her and looked down at her again. She looked up at him, her eye were pools. She pushed herself up on her tip toes and gently graced her lips against his. He shuttered under her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him into a fierce kiss. More signals went off in the back of his mind, but his body refused to listen. He tightened his arms around her waist and picked her up. He laid her gently on the bed as he broke the kiss. He kissed her lightly on the lips. He ran his hands over her sides, but his hand hit a rough area on her hip. He pulled back from the kiss and looked down to his hand. His fingers ran over the scar lightly. He looked back at her with a frown. Whatever thought that had taken over his mind, fled as he stared into her eyes. A dark spiral consumed him. He bent over her and began to kiss her neck. Her hands found his back and a small movement, and he was laying between her legs. His breath caught in his chest as she ran her finger nails over his bare skin. He nuzzled into the nape of her neck and bit down an a small piece of flesh.

"Oh..Zuzu.." Zuko froze. He sat up and stared at her wide eyed.

"What did you call me?" Katara frowned and looked up at him. Zuko shook his head as he repeated himself with a little more demand. "What did you call me?!" She furrowed her eye brows and stared up at him innocently. He jerked to a stand and stared at her with wide, frightened eyes. He shook his head and grabbed his shirt from the floor. Thousands of warning bells were going off in his mind, and all the desire that had been planted in him with her eyes was gone. He slammed the door as he walked out of the room.

Sokka cocked an eyebrow as he looked at the shirtless Zuko, storming out of his sister's room. He watched as Zuko slammed the door to his room. He shook his head and looked back at his sister's door.

"What the hell is going on around here?"

Zuko threw his shirt against the far wall and growled. He sat down on his bed and growled again. He ran his fingers through his hair. What was wrong with him? What was wrong with Katara? His mind reeled. Had he ever told her about that nickname? Had she ever called him that before? He clenched his eyes as he tried to remember. He didn't. He couldn't have. There wasn't a way that he would divulge that kind of painful information and then her turn and use it...THEN at all times. The look in her eyes pierced his thoughts. The way she moaned into his chest, brought a heat to his face. Her kiss. The sheer ferocity of her kiss, sent his skin crawling. Why was she so hungry? Why was she trying so hard? What was he missing! Zuko stood up and kicked the trash pail across the room.

"FUCK!!"