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Featherlight / Spine

Katara was awoken by featherlight touches. Caresses on her the skin of her hips and thighs, lips on her neck, and the stroking of her hair. Her eyelids fluttered open, blinking as sunlight poured into the room.

"Good morning, my love." A raspy voice whispered in her ear.

She hummed, stretching her limbs out in the warm, soft bed. She threw her leg over Zuko and snuggled closer to him, closing her eyes again.

His fingers traced her spine with that featherlight touch, making her shiver. His other hand trailed up her thigh, gripping her butt firmly before dragging back down her leg. She cracked her eye open, "Are you trying to turn me on before I'm fully awake yet?"

Zuko chuckled, "Is it working?"

"Shut up, you know it's working." She mumbled at him. She placed her hand on his chest, her thumb tracing the jagged scar on his torso.

He dragged her closer, his touch still soft as his hands poured over her body almost reverently. When his fingers grazed the apex of her thighs she couldn't help but roll her hips against him.

"Look at that, it is working." Zuko teased. Her only reply was an annoyed puff of air against his throat. She was much too focused on the electrifying feeling his barely-there touch gave to her nerves.

She let out a shaky gasp and gripped his arm as he slipped a finger inside her. "Zuko…."

"Hmm?" His finger was slow but steady, and his thumb traced circles around the bundle of nerves hidden in her folds. Katara moaned against his neck, rolling her hips on his hand.

His other hand kept tracing up and down her spine, setting her nerves on fire- so sensitive to his featherlight touch.

"Zuko- I-" Katara squeezed her eyes shut. Zuko watched in satisfaction as her body convulsed with the shocks of an orgasm.

She was still twitching against his hand as he pushed her back on the sheets. He slowly circled his fingers around the surrounding skin of her clit, watching as she hitched against him.

Zuko kissed down her body and she watched him with hooded eyes. He moved her thighs over his shoulders before burying himself in between her legs. Katara shouted in pleasure, devling her fingers into his hair to hold his lips against her. That tongue was sinful.

His featherlight touch would always do her in.