a midnight marathon, a prompted drabble compilation
warning: use of coarse language, sexual situations, and adult themes

Katara is standing in the pool when Zuko opens the door; her hair is damp and curled to cover her bare chest, a glittering look outlines her blue eyes, and there is a vibrant smile teasing her lips, as if she is aware of exactly how exquisitely beautiful she looks. Zuko tries to recover, but his jaw is slackened nonetheless.

Upon arriving in the South Pole, they ventured to the outskirts of the main village in seclusion to build an igloo. The day before, Zuko had melted a makeshift pool in the center of the room at his wife's request. It had been mostly for relaxation, but with his wife looking as gorgeous as the day he married her, it had taken on more intimate purposes.

Katara grins at him and her voice is sultry, "You're cold, aren't you?"

Zuko makes short work of undressing himself, throwing his clothes and shoes across the igloo with fervor. Katara only laughs at her husband, watching his muscled, pale form as he crosses the space of the igloo to step into the pool. He heats it with his bending and moves over to her with every intention of kissing the daylights out of her.

The intensity of his kiss causes her to moan and she wraps her arms around his neck as he backs her to the edge of the pool, his hands roaming over her possessively.

She smirks at him and leaps, tackling him as they sink beneath the surface of the water. Her hands find his rapidly stiffening member and he groans before his eyes widen and he drags himself to the surface. Laughing, Katara swims to him and plants a kiss on him while he is still gasping for air. Her hands stroke him gently in the water and he buries his face in her neck with a groan. She moves quickly, matching his pace for whenever he bites or nips at her neck to diffuse his arousal. When he's satisfied, she wraps her legs around his waist and kisses him deeply. Her tongue probes his mouth in ample amounts, his mouth muffling the moans she emits when she feels his hands along her hips and the sides of her breasts. She pulls away after a breathless moment and starts to push down on him, but his hands are at her waist, holding her still.

Katara looks at her husband curiously. "Are you okay?"

He smiles a smile with no trace of suggestiveness. "You're the most beautiful woman in the world," he presses his forehead against hers to stare at her, conveying the sincerity of his words, "and I'm married to you. You're in love with me. I'm more than okay." Katara can't help but blush.

He watches her for what feels like an hour, just familiarizing himself with her features. The way her face is elegantly thin when it used to be round and gentle, the length of her hair as it shyly covers parts of her that she only leaves bare to him, the bright peaks in her blue eyes and the darkened undertones that give the blue irises a surprising emotional depth. Most of the time, Zuko is tied up in trying to sleep with her before their daughter stirs or he is called off to work or someone is visiting him. But in that moment, she is just so startlingly beautiful that he feels he hasn't paid enough attention to just that fact. He should be grateful for the spaces of time where he can just look at her, dote upon her flawlessly natural appearance, and be grateful that he was blessed enough to marry her.

He traces from her hairline down to her jaw, leaning in to kiss her gently, and his hands brush against her neck and her collarbone. They slide behind her back to tangle in her hair and he draws a hand away to skim over her breasts, cupping them each before tracing his fingernails against her stomach. The muscles contract and she lets out a quiet gasp and then his hands fall where they are joined at her hips. He reaches to firmly grab her ass and she laughs; her cheeks are red as she leans her face against the crook of his neck.

"Katara!" The couple barely springs apart before the tribesman runs sprinting into their igloo. Katara stumbles a little, having her legs wrapped around Zuko and now trying to find footing in the pool while covering herself from her brother. Realizing they've been interrupted, Zuko places his hands on the surface of the water and heats it until steam rises to conceal their state of undress.

But neither of them are prepared for the following horror: Sokka slides on a patch of ice at the door in his haste and lands haphazardly in their impromptu hot spring, face first in the water between them. Katara screams and then Sokka screams, and all of a sudden the water is really hot.

"Katara, Zuko, you're—ugh!"

"Sokka, get out!"

"You two are repulsive!"

"She's my wife!"

"You should have knocked!"

"You shouldn't have been—" The warrior shudders as he finally climbs out of the water, melodramatically dragging himself across the cold ice with his boomerang in one hand and a spearhead in the other.

He practically sprints to the main part of the village, frantically looking for his father. He drops down in the snow at Hakoda's feet, whining in agony. His father looks down at him. "Dad," Sokka laments as he lifts his head, "I've been through the most excruciating pain any man can ever go through in the course of his life."

Hakoda looks slightly amused, but manages to suppress it for the sake of his son's sanity. "They built their igloo away from prying eyes for a reason. You should respect your sister and her husband's right to intimacy, but most importantly, their privacy, Sokka."

The warrior drops his head against the ice with a thud.


notes: i started to make this 500 words like the rest of them but i felt like i really, really needed to extend it to convey the intimacy (and because i really wanted that element in it) so this is 1000 words. sokka featured by request of LivinJgrl123; i do really enjoy sokka as a character so much that he'll probably be in another one of these prompts in the near future. a million thank yous to my reviewers and the people following/favoriting this series! i truly adore all of you and hope everything is progressing well and that you like what you're reading. let me know if you liked it! or who i should try to work into tomorrow's prompt :)