Why don't we prove her right

Oh, he didn't say it, but she knew what he meant. Toph already assumed they'd be up to something not so honorable tonight, and now, well, there was no point in not proving her right, right? She was pressed to the wall by him, his head low and close to her, brows pressed together. She could hear every breath he inhaled and exhaled, and she could feel the tension of need growing between them. They were both getting anxious to do this. He finally took action, but sliding his hand down to her waist, wrapping them around her and pressing himself against her, them up against the wall as he pressed a kiss behind her ear, whispering softly to her. "If someone catches us..." He began in a mumble in her ear, and she chuckled softly. She knew it was true, but she didn't care. "I know." she breathed back, her arms wrapped around his neck, biting her lip as hot puffs of breath hit her neck each time he spoke. She knew neither of them were really that great at this sorta thing alone, but together they worked.

She pulled him closer, into another kiss. It began as gently as the first, eyes closing and arms sliding around him more, a hand returning to its places in his messy haircut, pressing him closer to her. His hands were around her waist, pulling her against him as he pressed them to the wall, similar to when Katara had done it, but oh, it was better this way. No matter how much she would want to steal dominance back, to be on top and make him just beg her for it. Like she would end up doing. But he was so much taller than she was, and his body completely enveloped hers as she was pressed up against the wall, completely warmed by him. She didn't have any issues letting him take over. Not that she wouldn't try to get it back. She wouldn't cave completely.

But she was almost willing to give into him. Into the way he breathed and the way he spoke and looked at her and moved and touched her. It was almost unbearable yet so not enough all at the same time. They'd melted into the kiss more, and Katara had been lifted up, her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him in closer as they grew more heated. He'd tried to undo the intricate wraps of her under wrappings again, but he fumbled a bit this time, resulting in a very red faced firebender, as Katara chuckled softly, lifting his chin and giving him a little kiss. She let the wrappings slacken, so his hands could slide under them with ease. She undid the tie around her waist, the fabric at her shoulders and over her chest slackened, she let the fabric fall down, and bunch at her hips, and she bit her lip as she met his eyes. Before, when they did this the first time, it was so desperate, so needy. It wasn't about admiring one another, it was about reaching that glorious moment. Not that they didn't mean something to one another afterwards, that they didn't relish their time last night. Because they did, but it was so much more desperate. Now, they could see each other. Admire one another's bodies. It was.. Good. She was excited to be able to engage in something so intimate with someone; especially him. She noticed his eyes fall on her, and she smiled. She'd never been so closely.. Appreciated before. In a good way. She leaned forward, head gently bumping his, and his gaze rose to meet hers, brows pressed together as they usually did, to have such a beautiful glimpse into one another's eyes.

"You're a lot more beautiful.. When I take the time to look." He murmured, pressing a little closer so their noses brushed, and he pressed her into the cool stone of the wall more. Katara smiled a little, her arms adjusting themselves around his neck, fingers affectionately brushing through his hair. She knew he was referencing the first time they did this, when they didn't take so much time to enjoy one another, and were just needing each other so desperately; but this time was not going to be like that. It would be so much better. "You're still adorable." She crooned, winning a little teasingly at him, and pulling him in closer and pecking his lips gently, them both chuckling softly as their lips pressed together. They needed to move forward, she knew, but she relished the cute moments they had together.

"Now isn't the time to be adorable." He whispered to her, pressing closer to her so they were, at this point, pressed against one another, up against the cool stone wall. His hands squeezed her thighs, fingers boring into her soft, brown skin and promising bruises there tomorrow, but Katara didn't care. One of his hands slid from her thigh to press to her stomach, fingers pointing to the floor as he slipped his hand between her legs, cupping the radiating warmth. She took in a sharp intake of breath; it was such subtle attention to her in such a sensitive, erogenous spot, and it made her hips quiver a bit, and jerk into his hand, the heels of her feet pressing into his lower back, arms tensed around his neck. She reacted head to toe to the knew contact; and Zuko clearly noticed this, as she felt the heat of his breathy chuckled against her skin as he leaned in to press a kiss beneath her ear, then slowly and surely working his way down her neck. Her breaths grew heavier, his hand massaging into her core. She grew hotter, feeling sweat sheen her skin, her head tilting to the side to give him more room as his lips pressed to her pulse. His hand slid under the wrappings she had lazily draped over her thighs and hips, pressing to the heat between her legs directly, which made her hips much jerk up again, a soft whine eliciting from her at the friction from his hand, legs beginning to quiver again as she tried to get used to the stimulation. But he didn't give her the time to adjust, as he massaged his fingers into her, his hand turning so his thumb rubbed against a particular cluster of nerves, making her gasp, heavy inhales following. Her eyes fell shut, and she bit her lip to try and silence herself. She succeeded in keeping mostly quiet, until she felt fingers slide between her legs, one slowly working its way inside, pressing one, two knuckles in, and curving to press at sensitive spots. Her legs were undoubtedly trembling as they wrapped around him now, and she let out such a pitiful, needy whine, hands gripping handfuls of his shirt tightly, his finger beginning to move slowly inside her, gradually getting a bit quicker, and even sliding a second finger in. Katara's back arched, and hips pressed forward, whimpers slipping past her lips, her fingers trembling as they curled into fists and gripped handfuls of his tunic, his other hand still squeezing her thigh to hold her up. Finally, his appendages recoiled from her, as she let out a slow exhale, trying to regain herself.

They resumed their earlier position, him pressed up against her as she was against the wall of the room, her arms around his neck. She panted softly as she continued to try to calm herself down, her lip being drawn in and bit down on again as she felt the hardness marking his arousal in this moment, just like she was. She grinned a little to herself; she's caused that. She was the one who got him like this; she affected him in this way, and goddamn it was attractive. He was pressed right against her, and her wrappings were still undone and just barely hanging onto her thighs. She was sweating and panting, and each breath threatened a whimper as he was against her, his lips mindlessly kissing at her, thumbs tracing circle's on her hips. He was waiting for her. Waiting for her to come down from such a white, hot pleasure she'd hit, and in the process of waiting he still stayed close to her, still kissed her and touched her and made some sort of contact with her, like the idea of keeping his hands off of her didn't exist.

And it was so right. After so many times of being around her, while the others were there, it was driving him crazy. Every time they were together, he wanted to be by her. He wanted to be in contact with her somehow, just to soothe his need to have her, in some way. In some way ranging from the most vanilla to the most X-Rated he could imagine. The process of keeping away from her so much, bottling all that want and desire up (even if it wasn't solely sexual), it was too much. That urge spilled all out in an instant, when he was able to touch her, to hold her, to have her, it wasn't something he was going to do coyly. He craved her so much, needed her so badly and he didn't want to waste a single moment of their alone time separated. He heard her heavy breaths begin to steady out, and he slid his hands back down to her thighs, squeezing the soft flesh as he pressed into her more, and, almost coyly, she pressed her hips back against his, her head craning forward to bury her face in his shoulder, a heavy breath heaving from her, which made him grin just a bit. He made her react that way; he was the one who made her make every one of those twitches and quivers and shudders and gasps and moans. Oh, her moans. Anyone would loathe him for knowing he knew what she sounded like; it was just basic knowledge. Every sound, every expression, every movement.. she was almost too much yet not enough all at once.

Or almost too much

"Zuko.." She breathed out, her arms around his upper torso, hands gripping his clothes in tight handfuls, trembling just slightly from the effort of holding onto the fabric. If she kept saying things like that.. Agni, it would send him over the edge. He could barely handle her noises before he heard his name.

He would literally never forget the way his name sounded from her in that tone

Spirits, the way her voice sounded

He knew this was just the worst time to gush over her, but everything she did it was just so amazing

He felt like such a child, so stupid and naive for crooning over her; but what they were doing, the actions they'd shared, it was all too much for him to ignore that he was beginning to admire her so much. There was no doubt they needed something after this, no doubt they needed to continue this. He didn't want a single night with her; or a few nights, at that. He wanted every night, every day to get closer to her, to spend time together in hopes that they might be something great together. He was so intent on the goal of them and what they could be

So intent, he was clearly thinking a little too much, as a few pitying whines elicited from Katara, who breathed profanities and desires to him, in which he would gladly pursue. A hand went to the hem of his bottoms, and he worked them down as far as possible, and as quick as possible for that matter, that he could in his position. Toying with the under wrappings, he simple let the clothes fall in a heap, or tangle around his knees; he was in way too much of a trance here to care. He just needed this, and he needed her. He pressed forward, his body slowly pressing to hers again, and telling by the gasp that'd come from her, something else had met her body. A wet, radiating heat; the way he pushed forward and she enveloped him in such a hot, needy way. When he was finally back against her, hips pressed together, that familiar wet heat throbbed around him, and they were both gasping for air, both gripping one another tightly as shudders past. Usually, it would be Katara who would need the time to adjust (for quite obvious reasons), but Zuko found himself so overwhelmed, so overcome with the pleasing feeling, that waiting for her was something that would help him prepare to do his best in a moment.

And then he was moving. Hips pulling away from hers, then pushing back against them. At first, he hardly parted from her. Hips gone for a second before they eased back against hers, and she let out shaky breaths at the feeling, sweat beading down his forehead, over his arms, against her thighs that he gripped so firmly, so needily; it was like the grip was more so to keep him stable than to keep her up. His speed soon increased, as Katara's desperation shone through deeply, and he couldn't leave her to wait too long. Soon, he was moving quickly, hips giving a soft smack each time they met hers, whose jerked into his needily each time his met hers. She dug her nails into his back, careful not to hurt him at first, but even as she got more aggressive about it, he didn't notice nor care. The sting of her nails was such a small inconvenience compared to the pleasure washing over them both. By the time they had finished, a hot, sweaty finish in which Katara let out a probably-too-loud moan, they were racked by quivers and shudders as they gripped one another, eventually sliding down the wall until they hit the ground, and he pressed a breathless, weakened kiss to her lips, him sititng on his knees with her resting on his thighs, legs around his waist and arms around his neck. He panted softly, the kiss becoming a messy touch of the lips as he tightened his arms around her waist to hold her close.

They were both far too tired to move; but there would be no hiding what happened if they were found like this in the morning. Shakily, he helped her up, and they made their way to the bed to sleep. At first, they'd both exchanged mumbling agreements not to cuddle as they slept if they were found (because sleeping in the same bed was bad enough, it didn't need half naked snuggling too). But as they drifted asleep, they both curled into one another, snuggling so warmly against each other, and finally slipped into sleep