This one is a little risqué (and maybe borderline M *cough*) … which I have to say was kind of awkward to write while sitting in a crowded airport gate, but ah well. Enjoy!
Soundtrack: Kiss Me a Thousand Times – Raign
Bloodbending
Blood pounding. Heart pumping. Her breath is a shuddering gasp and she arches to the guidance of his hands, to the thundering hum of her blood.
She is the one who is supposed to be the bloodbender, the one who can control bodies like a puppeteer and bend all that pulsing flow to her will. But what he does is nothing like her twisted art. His lips are on her neck and his fingers slide up her thigh, sneaking under cloth to tease her where she's most sensitive. It feels so, so good, and she can't help but make a soft sound in the back of her throat—low and primal and urging him to do more.
"Zuko," she breathes, tugging him up so she can kiss him on the lips.
The kiss is hot and heavy. She rises into him like a marionette following her strings and wishes there was less cloth getting in the way of their bodies meeting.
Joining.
It's a need getting stronger and stronger, thrumming in her blood and tattooing itself into her bones. She doesn't care about reason or consequences anymore. He is passion and fire weaving himself into her veins with every touch, every kiss. He makes her feel alive.
"Are you sure?" he whispers, pulling back to look her in the eyes.
"I'm sure, I'm sure."
The words are mere exhalations—hurried and filled with want like the way she kisses him again and goes for his clothes. Soon, there is only skin on skin, bodies moving together, and all the blood thundering in her like a storm about to unleash. Her blood is attuned to him now, surrenders to him as easily as his would to her curled fingers under a full moon.
It is a loss of control she can happily accept if it means feeling so much pleasure.