Series Title: Silk and Twisted
Story Title: Special Occasions
Author: Moor
Rating: M
Disclaimer: I make no claim to "Avatar".

A series of drabbles, one-shots, and other shorts all relating to sex, in one way or another. This round: Jetara… and a little something more.


Seeing Jet swing into their room, Katara quickly stuffed the small book under her pillow and tried to look nonchalant.

"Finally," she teased him as he swaggered in. He smirked back at her with a promising look.

Pulling herself up into a more comfortable sitting position, she returned the look as he stripped to his underclothes and joined her under their blankets, reaching out swiftly to mold her warmth against him. Nuzzling her hair and neck, he pulled her down and accidentally knocked her pillow away to the floor, tipping over books and other effects that had been piled precariously on the nightstand to her left. Katara enjoyed the embrace, but winced at the noise.

"Argh, sorry," he mumbled, glancing up from one of his favourite spots. He sighed and pushed himself onto his elbows to look over his mess and decide whether to tidy it up now or delay until morning.

Katara, on the other hand, had sworn curtly under her breath and practically leapt to the floor to hustle all the books out of sight, a small blush staining her cheeks.

Jet noticed the colouring, even in their darkened room. Oh, so what're you hiding this time? he wondered, amused and curious at her reaction. "Need help down there?" he asked lazily, leaning over the side of the bed.

"No! No, fine thanks. Don't worry," she said hurriedly. She rushed to collect the books, scrolls, and assorted knick-knacks that were scattered across the floor.

Even more intrigued, he hid a smile and hopped quietly down beside her. "Oh, I insist."

Whirling to face him, Katara clumsily hid the books behind her back. She hadn't even touched any of the knick-knacks. She'd given away her priorities already.

"Jet! Really, you don't have-" a book dropped behind her and he grabbed it before she could stop him "--to…" Oh no… she thought, embarrassment and anxiety coursing through her.

Smirking, he lifted the book and peered at the title through the darkness. Fidgeting with desperation, Katara dropped another book and scurried to grab it, causing more to fall. Kneeling beside her after lighting a lamp, Jet's eyebrows rose appreciatively to his hairline as he read the titles.

Aloud.

Ecstatically.

"The Big O!" He burst out, enjoying her discomfort.

Katara hunched down and covered her face with her hands.

"She Comes First!" He bellowed next.

She groaned in mortification.

"How to Give Him/Her Ultimate Pleasure… Volumes one through twelve," an eyebrow rose at that. "My, my, my, Katara, such an encompassing visual-aid guide, too! "

"ARGH! Enough, already!" she snarled in frustration. "Now the surprise is ruined," muttered Katara darkly as she saw Jet reach out and flip through the pages, a deeply-thoughtful expression on his face. She sighed and leaned back on her hands, pulling the last book out from under her fallen pillow. Oh, this one! she realized, and tucked it away quickly, hoping Jet wouldn't see the last book and figure out the last part of the surprise.

Jet caught her movement from the corner of his eye, though. "What's that one?" he asked her curiously. Surely there couldn't be anything more… 'exciting' than these? He paused a second, to re-evaluate. Oh Sweet Spirits, maybe there WAS!

Suddenly, the elusive book took on the highly-sought-after quality of the holy grail.

Katara inched away and stood, brushing herself off. "Nothing. Time for bed, come on!" she called evasively, offering him her hands to hoist him to his feet.

He reached for her instead. "No, really, what was that one, Katara? Tell me."

She tried to twist away, a nervous smile playing at her lips. "Nothing, really..." She faked a yawn. "Wow, I'm so tired—care to join me?" she nearly pleaded with him, tilting her head to the bed in the hopes of 'distracting' him until he lost interest.

Letting his shoulders sag after a moment, he sighed mightily and said, "Fine," holding her arm and following her under the covers. He patiently waited while she arranged her pillow, leaned down beside him, tilted her chin up to kiss him –

--before he grabbed her around the waist, flipped her over to his other side, and grabbed the book from its hiding place in the pillow case.

"No!" yelled Katara, grasping wildly at the covers and scrambling to climb back over him to protect her last ace. Jet laughed at her and triumphantly brandished the small, colourful paperback. "Come on! Jet!"

"A-ha!" he teased, holding it out of her reach like a taunting bully. "The jig's up, Katara. I see now that you've been reading—" he squinted to read the title—

"—The Straight Girl's Guide to Sex with Other (Naughty if you can!) Girls?!" he screeched incredulously, eyes popping out of their sockets and flitting between her and the shocking guide. "Katara, you—I mean, are you—?" he faltered.

Red as a beet, Katara finally snatched the book back from her infuriating lover, tight-lipped, and turned away from him.

"It was supposed to be a surprise," she grumbled, hurt.

Uh, YEAH. Affirmative on that one! sarcastically declared his shell-shocked brain, (with utmost confidence, of course, to destroy any vestige of ego he may have harboured).

"Katara," he whispered, voice nearly trembling, "what does this—I mean, are you—I—what about me? US?" he stuttered. He wondered if his heart was breaking. Was he losing her?

"It was supposed to be for your birthday," she explained coldly. "A surprise."

Jet kept looking at her, still confused beyond all understanding. She sensed this and went on, turning to him and keeping her eyes lowered to their blankets.

"…Since it was going to be a special occasion, your twenty-first birthday, I thought… I'd invite a friend," she concluded with just enough ambiguity in her tone to impress upon him the meaning behind her words. She was mildly embarrassed and irritated her big plan had been uncovered by her own clumsiness.

Jet sat looking at her a moment, silent.

Katara lifted her eyes to meet his, and took a breath.

She blinked.

He stared.

She blinked again, awaiting any reaction from him.

...And suddenly the biggest grin ever seen cracked his jaw as he leapt across the bed and tackled Katara in a fierce hug.

"You're the BEST woman a guy could ever ask for, Katara!" he whooped and claimed her mouth in an excited, passionate kiss.

Grinning back at him, she looked almost smug. "So you approve?"

"Approve?" he crowed, his voice nearly cracking with intensity, "Spirits, break out books again so we can start planning our moves! We need to limber up!"

Her head fell back as she laughed at his boyish enthusiasm. Snuggling up close to Jet, Katara obliged and shared the pages of illustrated positions she'd already bookmarked…


AN: Since I was asked for a Jetara. Happy Valentines' Day!