Warning: LEMON! Adult content in this fic! Watch yourself…other than that it's pretty light on the rating. Some language, not a lot of violence or anything like that…enjoy!
Katara sat sipping her tea and watched Zuko across from her drumming his fingers. This was their seventh "date" in the week since he revealed himself to her as her masked prince. The walk in the city had been awkward, the dinner had been light, the brunch had gotten personal, the midnight stroll was relaxing, breakfast had been…well, Katara had been too tired to really remember, and the late night swim had gotten steamy. Now, on their seventh "date" she and Zuko had been instructed by Iroh to drink Jasmine tea and eat finger sandwiches. Zuko reluctantly agreed, but Katara was excited. That was until Zuko did a complete 180 and didn't talk to her, touch her, or anything in the presence of his uncle. She finished her tea, and set the cup down, crossing her arms she sighed out loud, anyone could notice she was bored out of her mind.
Zuko couldn't stand it. They had so much fun prior to this "date." Damn his uncle! Katara sighed in complete boredom. He couldn't stand this much longer, that and it was getting late. "Do you want to do something tomorrow?" he asked her switching hands that held his head off the table. She curled her arms up in her lap.
"Sure," she shrugged. Them hanging out just seemed routine now. A daily thing. She wasn't quite sure where they stood as friends. She never told him her secrets or anything like that, but she rarely would tell Aang and Toph either. However, he made her blush sometimes like crazy, and she would always get nervous butterflies when getting ready to meet him. What was that supposed to mean? Then, there was that night he did something she'd never imagine. When they went for a swim late at night.
"So tomorrow?" his voice broke through her thoughts. She nodded, standing up to leave and he followed suit. Saying goodbye was always awkward. She didn't know if to hug him, or shake hands. Possibly a kiss on the cheek? They stared down at each other not knowing what to do. Finally, he stepped forward and wrapped his arms around her frame. So, they had reached the "hug level" of their relationship, Katara thought. His arms were muscular around her, and she liked it. It was comfortable. He dipped his nose into her hair and silently sniffed. She smelled like fresh water and soap. It wasn't sexy, but it was clean, and Zuko preferred that instead over a girly scent of flowers or cinnamon. Well, cinnamon did kind of turn him on. It sent a fire in his nose, which he doesn't mind at all. He let go, not wanting to hold on borderline-too-long. He opened the door for her as she passed by him, and whispered "bye." He waved back and locked up for the night. He let out a pretty loud sight, and rubbed the back of his neck making his way up to his room. He collapsed on the bed, pulling the covers up to his waist. However, he couldn't really find the comfort in his sleep just yet.
Katara walked at a quickened pace to go to her home. She had loved the hug that Zuko gave her, but what exactly did that mean? When Aang gave her hugs, she never got a chill sent down her spine. Only when Jet had hugged her did she get a chill. Now with Zuko, she had both a chill down her spine, and a heat bubbling in her stomach. She had never experienced that before. He was fire nation she had to remember; maybe he had that effect on everyone he came in contact with. She finally made it to their house and entered to a most unusual sight. Aang was flying on his air cycle going over the walls, flipping up loose papers wherever they may be. Toph was going through stances in the middle of flying papers. And Sokka? He was yelling at a confused Momo in the back holding something up in the air.
"Ok? What did I miss?" Katara's soft voice seemed to echo louder than what it was, and everyone froze. She suddenly felt a rush of humiliation.
"How was your date with the good Prince?" Sokka crossed his arms. Sokka was her brother, yes, but he was still being a prick about her spending time with Zuko.
"It was fine," she replied.
"Did you kiss him?"
"Aang!"
"Did you?"
"No, I didn't," she seemed a little put off. It seemed that her friends didn't really care about if she had a good time, but what she did to him. Or lack of. With the exception of that night in the lake. Thinking back to it, she started to blush and quickly excused herself. She disrobed and pulled on a light silky negligee. Crawling into bed she pulled the covers up over her head. A few moments later, she heard Toph enter and go to sleep quickly. Jealous of her friend's ability to pass out, Katara turned on her side for the millionth time and shut her eyes, refusing to open them until it was morning. Sleep soon consumed her, and her dream was something most unexpected.
Katara waded down into the lake, letting her element soothe her. She seemed so tired and lethargic. The coolness of the water cleared her mind, making her feel at peace. She laid on her back, floating in the moonlight. It was the greatest time in her life. But who knew it was about to get better? She heard a twig snap from on the shore. She quickly sat up looking in the direction of the noise, to see someone vaguely familiar. He wore a black mask and only a swimsuit for himself. He walked in the water towards her. She immediately felt warm with anticipation and possibly even nerves. His strides were long and swift as he approached her. Without waiting for light conversation, he grabbed her face and kissed her. She didn't question her actions, (it was a dream, so she didn't have to), and kissed him right back. His tongue begged for entrance to her mouth. She gladly welcomed him, and embraced it. She met him, playing with him. Gliding his tongue passed hers to run his tongue along her upper lip made Katara moan something awful. His hands slid from her lower back to cup her butt, squeezing and pulling her lower half closer to his. Katara broke away, gasping for air from the steamy kiss. Her masked prince dropped his head low, nipping at the nape of her neck. He bit down hard, but then quickly kissed the initial pain away. Katara bent her head back, letting him kiss her lower. He sucked at her throat, drawing an involuntary quiver from his lady lover. She felt his hands sliding back up her back and pulling at her bindings. She felt them drop away but he was quick to wrap his hands around them. She moaned out loud and pressed her lips against his, letting him know what he was doing to her was just fine with her. He bent his head low, puckering his lips around her breast. She groaned out, at the feeling of his tongue swirling around her nipple.
He lifted his knee, pressing it against her womanhood underwater. She grinded her hips downward, unaware of how it was going to make her scream out loud. He loved the sound of her pleasure breaking out of her mouth. He lifted his head and began administering the same assault he had on her breast on the side of her neck. He kissed, he bit, he sucked, all the time making Katara's breathing become erratic and heavy. She kept grinding her hips down on his knee, but was most disappointed when he moved it. Suddenly, she felt something penetrate her womanhood. She screamed out in pleasure and pain. Her masked prince waited for her to grow accustomed to this new feeling. A wave came and washed them up on shore, just at the right time. (No waves in a lake, but this is a dream, remember). They laid on the sandy beach; every now and then the water would surround them and drift back to its home. When she cooed a feminine noise, he pushed himself all the way inside of her. Again, she cried out. He waited patiently, though the pulsing of their bodies was driving him crazy. He pulled out slowly and pushed back inside. She lifted her hips off the ground slightly to meet him, and the pain she had felt disappeared. As the time progressed, his movements quickened. He was throbbing inside her, and she felt it. It was a new experience for her, but it was a good one. He felt the moment passing him, he was about to explode. He thrust into her faster and on his last push he felt himself slide deeper inside of her. She felt a warm sensation flood her, as she released her own. Letting out a loud moan of her name, he caught her lips in his mouth. Soon, he collapsed down on her, his hot breath tickling her neck. He picked himself up, and she gingerly pulled the mask above his head. Zuko!
Zuko immediately sat up, panting heavily from his dream. He had approached Katara, made love to her, and then she lifted up the black mask he had worn at the masquerade. As soon as she lifted the mask off in the dream, it had been like someone opened up his eyes. Although he had dropped the mask a week ago, he could still only be confident teen in her eyes with it on. It was no way to live, but he knew that without the mask, she would never respond to him like she had in the dream. How could he live without the mask? The mask let him let go and be himself. Huh…he chuckled to himself. He could only be himself, with a disguise on. There was something definitely wrong with that.
Katara sat outside on the balcony, wrapping a blanket around her shoulders. Her dream had been all too real. She had made love to her masked prince, to reveal when it was all over, that it was Zuko. As soon as she lifted the mask above his face and stared into those golden eyes, she snapped back into reality. What had her dream meant? When she lifted the mask off his face, she felt the same way as when he had it on. She liked what she was looking at. She turned her head slightly and stared at the lake in the distance. What was love? She was only nineteen, how was she supposed to know what love was? If she hadn't left with Aang, she would have had an arranged marriage, and not worry about these new feelings. She sighed heavily, letting her eyes float to the Jasmine Dragon. What was going to happen tomorrow? Could she even look at Zuko the same after having a tantalizing dream about him? And what exactly did that dream mean in relation with her feelings towards him?
Author's notes: yea…I may have gone a little farther with the lemon than I was going to go…let me just tell you something quick though about their date at the lake. It was basically that dream, but rated PG. Yes ladies and gentlemen, Katara and Zuko kissed on a date, but I didn't really want to throw that in and possibly drown out an important factor, of Katara wondering if she might love him. I have a short attention span, so I can't really put out a lot of chapters about a story I don't 100 love…like, I like this story, but it's not my best work so, hence it's relatively short so I don't just give up on it…love the review! Keep 'em coming!