.7 Caught
Katara loomed over her prey, his slumbering form only partially covered by a thin blanket. He rolled over in his sleep, making the waterbender tense, but he didn't stir. Now on his back, she had a perfect view of his defined chest and abs. Katara bit her lip and looked away, now wasn't the time for such thoughts, especially not about Zuko.
The Fire bender's face was covered by tufts of black hair, his torso rising and falling steadily. She kept her breathing as low and even as possible. Her heart still raced, and she prayed he couldn't hear it the way she could.
'Relax, Katara,' she told herself. 'Relax… just relax… you can do this.'
Katara breathed in, a determined frown etching onto her face. This was it.
She leaned forward ever so slowly. In the dim lighting, she can only just see his face and the lack of shining gold indicates that his eyes and his mind are closed off to the world. Perfect.
The water bender moved expertly, placing her hands on the bed and pressing down gently, so much so that the bed didn't make a sound and he remained blissfully unaware of her presence. She smirked, leaning even closer, until her face is directly over his. She eyes his mouth, lips partially opened to reveal clean, white teeth.
Katara pulled some hair out of her face, tucking it behind her ear. She regretted not tying it back before beginning her mission. Her heart continued to race, if only she could calm it. She forced her nervousness aside and instead filled her mind with images of her long-awaited triumph over Zuko.
This time, this time for sure, she would win. And oh, would it be a sweet victory.
She leaned in.
Closer.
Closer.
Almost there…
"You lose."
Katara gasped.
The next thing she knew, she was grabbed in an iron grip and pulled down onto the bed. Zuko rolled over, adjusting himself so that Katara was underneath him. His golden eyes bore down at her. Katara groaned in anger even as the heat rose inside her.
"Damn it," she cursed, making her husband of three years chuckle. "I thought I had you this time."
"You'll just have to keep trying," Zuko answered, playfully. "Maybe next time I won't catch you."
Katara rolled her eyes. He said that every time they played this game, every single time. Still angry, Katara tried to slide herself out from under her husband, but then his leg wrapped itself around hers, holding her in place. Katara growled, gazing back into the golden light of Zuko's eyes.
In spite of herself, the heat within her grew, as did the desire to pull Zuko down and force her tongue into his mouth. Gods, did she ever love it when he looked at her like that.
As if reading her thoughts, Zuko descended on her, their lips meeting in an intense kiss. Katara sighed, her angry feelings fading quickly. Before they completely vanished, the Fire Lady made a silent vow.
One day, she would win their little game. Maybe not tonight or tomorrow, but it would happen. It would happen sooner than her darling husband thought.
She smiled against his lips, both from her thoughts and from the pleasure she was getting from this. Katara's hands found Zuko's hard chest and ran up and down, tracing every contour as they went.
The time for games was over. Now it was time to indulge in those earlier thoughts of hers.
A/N: Short, sweet and to the point. XD
Okay everyone, that's it! Zutara Week is over... and I promise I won't cry. *desperately holds back tears* Perhaps one day, I'll write a Zutara chapter fic, but that remains to be seen. I don't have any ideas for one at the moment, but that could change at any time. Seriously, I get fic ideas so randomly it's not even funny. XD
And even if that doesn't happen, I guarentee you'll be seeing me again next year. Until then, let's have a toast. *raises glass* To Zutara! :D
Ciao!
