Disclaimer: Avatar the Last Airbender belongs to Michael Dante Dimartino, Brian Konietzko and Nickelodeon Studios.
Character: Katara/Zuko


Poor Some Sugar on Me

She'd been reluctant when the servants had all but dragged her from his side, insisting she needed to look after herself now that she'd seen to his needs. When they shoved her unceremoniously into the bath house she'd been insulted, and when they'd stripped her and shoved her into the steaming water she'd been furious. Now however, as she made her way back to his rooms, her skin practically glowing from the impromptu spa treatments and permagrin plastered on her face, she was deliciously rejuvenated.

He was awake, and angry, as she practically glided into the room. He stopped short, his eyes focusing on her the tension visibility draining from his body. She smiled even wider realizing he'd been worried about her and wondering why she was suddenly feeling so giddy. It had to be the spa treatment; she just wasn't used to such luxuries.

The poor servant he'd been ready to blast made a hasty retreat leaving them alone. She crossed the short distance to his bed, carefully peeling back the bandages. The wound was still raw and would require several more healings; she'd be here for a few weeks at least. With a wave of her hand she summoned the water from a nearby basin, placing her coated hands over the wound, the water glowing brightly as she focused her energy.

He was leaning into her slightly, breathing deeply and she wondered if he was in pain, though the medicinal tea they'd given him earlier should've taken care of what her healing had not. She turned her head, her eyes catching his. Her breath and heart stopped for one impossible moment at the intensity in his gaze. Wordlessly he leaned closer, his lips gently caressing her cheek, trailing along her jaw and then, ever so softly, pressing against her lips.

Her eyes drifted close, her lips parting ever so slightly and then his tongue was running along her lips, tangling with her tongue as he pulled her closer. He was warm, burning, and it was making her dizzy. Trembling she leaned into him, her hands sliding up his chest, something sparking to life inside her. She yearned for more.

He pulled away and she realized he was trembling too. He rested his head against hers, just staring into her eyes as they both caught their breath, smiling stupidly at one another. She was blushing, but so was he, and she laughed, burying her face in his shoulder. Then he was laughing too, holding her tightly to him, his nose pressed against her neck, his breath tickling her.

He tugged at her robe, his one eyebrow rising in question. She giggled regaling him with the details of her abduction and forced luxuries, noting his particular interest with the exfoliating sugar scrub and subsequent oil treatment. He laughed when she huffed about the servants making off with her blue robes leaving her the option of nudity or the simple, yet silky, red robe she now wore.

His eyes twinkled mischievously as he leaned into her, his lips murmuring against her skin as he nibbled his way to her lips. "I should warn you, I'm renowned for my sweet tooth."