YAY! (pats self on back) I've finally gotten the chapter you've all been beggin' me for. Yes, the rating in this chapter goes up to M. So if you don't like that stuff, don't read this chapter. You'll be able to go along with the story if you don't. (why you wouldn't want to is beyond me though). Anyway, I've talked enough. On with the show...

Again, Katara was nervous about going to bed. The last night she wasn't, but the night before that she was. What was going on? This was a hopeless storm of emotions. One night she was fine, the next she wasn't. She really had to make up her mind. But, so many things happened that made her act one way or another.

There was still the fact that she was confused. The last two nights she knew what Zuko had been planning – or at least she thought she did. Now she wasn't sure what to think. Was it her fault that he was weird? Or was it she was?

Ah! She was so confused, she didn't know what she was confused about. So, again she wore a long robe. But under it was a shorter nightdress. She had no idea why she wore it, but she just did.

When she went into the room, she noticed that there were more lights on than the previous night. Zuko was sitting on the bed with crossed legs, looking in the other direction. This time he didn't wear a shirt. She closed the door behind her silently and padded over slowly.

"Zuko?" she asked, coming around to look at him.

Apparently he'd been meditating, his eyes closed to do so. He cracked an eye open and looked over to her. "Katara," he said in reply.

She raised an eyebrow when he closed his eye again. She opened her mouth to speak, but she found she didn't have anything to say, so she closed her jaw. Then she finally found something to say. "I'm gonna get to bed, alright?"

He didn't reply or make any movements, so she just went over to her side of the bed and unfastened her robe. She slipped it off her shoulders and put it on the bench next to the side table.

When she turned around to get into bed, she noticed that Zuko had moved. He was lying on his back, his head on his pillow, with his shoulders behind his head. She raised an eyebrow and swallowed. Okay...he was handsome and that was an understatement. Why was it that he had to look that good?

He noticed she was looking at him, so he glanced over at her. "Yes?" he asked.

She shook her head to clear it. "Um, nothing," she said, moving the covers down so she could get under them.

Before she settled down, he said something again. "You befriended my sister," he stated, moving his arms down so they rested on his sides. He sat up, his weight against them, so he could look straight at her. "Congratulations."

She shrugged and got underneath the covers, facing the other way. "I don't know why you dislike her so. She's nice when you get to know her, a little rough around the edges, but nice," she stated. "Why do you want to know?"

"No reason."

She relaxed again, letting her body relax for sleep, but then she tensed when she felt Zuko hug her from behind, under the covers. With his arms around her waist, he pulled her to him and rested his head next to hers, his chin in the crook of her neck. But he didn't do anything but that. He felt she was a little agitated, not doing anything more to get her to calm down.

"Um...Zuko," she stated, trying to turn her head but not being able to.

"Hm?"

"W-what are you doing?"

"What's it look like?"

She chuckled falsely. "I know what you're doing, but why?"

"I want to."

She closed her eyes and sighed, but it came out jagged. "Sh..." he whispered into her ear. Surprisingly, that made her calm down a little bit. "I'm not going to do anything if you don't want to," he went on. "We should at least get used to being this close."

Katara nodded in agreement. "I guess that's reasonable."

"I'm unreasonable?"

"No, it's just...I don't know."

She sat up and faced him, as he got up and gave her his attention. "I'm so confused I don't know what to think anymore," she admitted. "We were supposed to do something the other night, and we didn't. We didn't have to last night and we did – it was only a kiss, but that's far– and now here were are doing something again," she admitted. "I don't know up from down."

Zuko sighed and took her hand. She blinked when he did, but didn't pull it away. "Katara, we're married," he stated. "And believe it or not, that comes with a few responsibilities."

"I know that. Eventually I'm gonna have to be pregnant," she replied. "But you aren't exactly helping without telling me what's going on."

He sighed. "Alright. The sooner we have a child, the better," he stated. "With all that's going on. I don't want you nervous and you getting used to me is taking a while."

She looked off to the side. "I may be nervous, but I'm gonna be nervous whenever it happens," she replied. "No matter the situation. I'm like that."

He gave her a look. "Really?"

"Yes," she replied.

"So if we did something right now, you wouldn't care?"

She was about to answer, but then she cut herself off. "I – don't know."

"You really don't know a lot," he stated, not trying to offend her. "Just lie down."

"Wait – wha?"

He didn't answer her, since he gently took her shoulders and pressed her down so she was on her back. Only when he did, he kissed her again. This time she was a little more confused than shocked, but then she absolutely melted. He really was a good kisser – part of her wondered how he'd gotten that way, but then the thought went out the window.

His weight was on hers, but she really didn't mind him on top of her. Something about this kiss was different than the last one. Maybe it was because she was returning it with the same amount of vigor? She just shrugged it off and sighed, smiling as she trailed her hands up his chest to grip his shoulders.

Her eyes popped open when she felt his own hand on her thigh, sliding up her nightgown slowly. Suddenly her nervousness came back, but then it was followed by something else. Was it ... excitement?

For some odd reason her eyes fluttered closed again and she just continued to kiss him. There was this churning in her stomach that had heat in it; she'd never felt it before. Their lips parted, but his lips didn't leave her skin. They trailed down her jaw and then to her ear, behind it and then to her neck.

Her breaths came out unevenly, as he continued to kiss her neck, but that wasn't all he was doing. His hand had managed to inch her nightdress up to her hip, leaving it bare. She didn't wear anything underneath – she didn't usually need to. Now she really didn't need to.

She gasped and arched her back at what he did next. He actually put a finger into her. All her nerves were standing on end and she clung to his shoulders tightly. For some reason, the heat in her stomach grew and she felt herself grow warm. Not only that, but there was some kind of wetness that grew between her legs.

His finger probed further inside and she involuntarily let out a groan, closing her eyes tightly. For a moment he stopped sucking on her neck, but started to trail down more. With his free hand, he slipped the straps of her nightgown off her shoulders and completely bared her chest to him. For a moment he raised himself up, looking down at her.

She had to admit that she had never been too big busted, but she wasn't exactly small either. But then he lowered his head and started to kiss only her collar bone. Then he took himself out of her and part of her missed it. But she completely lost the thought when he took one of her nipples into his mouth. Again, she gasped, louder this time. Her back arched higher this time and felt something hard on the inside of her leg.

Katara blushed crimson, but didn't have time to dwell on it, since Zuko decided it was time to direct his attentions elsewhere. His mouth covered her one nipple, while the other was attended to by his hand. They were rapidly becoming harder and harder, her breaths deepening with every second.

The small flame in her belly was slowly but surely turning into an inferno and for some odd reason, she desperately wanted it to continue. Eventually his torment on her chest ceased and his hands moved down to her hips again.

It was the first time she noticed, but he also was panting. He put his weight on his arms and pushed himself up. "This is going to hurt, you know," he stated breathlessly.

She nodded rapidly, looking straight at the ceiling. For a few seconds there was a pause. But then she felt something enter her slowly as he lowered himself back down. Then he pressed himself all the way inside and again she gasped.

This time it was from pain – a sudden, heart stopping agony. It hurt, was an understatement. She felt like something sharp had just been ripped through her stomach. Her nails dug into his skin sharply and her breaths had whimpers to them.

Zuko stayed completely still. He didn't move, not once. She held onto him like a lifesaver, not letting go for a few minutes.

But eventually the pain was gone. It slowly wore away, becoming a soreness. Her whimpering stopped and her grip lessened. The heat was slowly climbing back into her stomach, and it was the kind from last time too. She looked down. He was inside of her body – that made a shiver go down her spine and not the scared kind.

"Are you fine now?" he asked into her ear.

Again she nodded and he pushed into her. Another groan escaped her throat. When he did it again, she met him with the movement. The third time, he kissed her again and held on tight to her. Her free hand gripped the sheets as they continued, her full one linked with his. Each time she pushed another moan came out of her lips, smothered by his own. Faster and faster they went, harder and harder, into an even motion.

Inside her body was aflame. She was panting so hard she didn't know if she was breathing. She became hotter and hotter and the space between her legs throbbed mercilessly. She was so close, so close...

Then finally a large spasm racked through her, jolting through her body as if she'd been struck by lightning and their lips parted. The heat in her stomach exploded and she felt him empty into her, hearing his groan in her ear as her back arched. His weight fell onto her, his head dropping into her neck.

Her breathing were sharp pants, sweat dripped down her body. Slowly, her breathing calmed and she closed her eyes, taking in a deep breath. Her muscles relaxed and she felt him do the same. He pulled out of her and rolled onto his back, lying next to her. And they just laid there in silence, basking in the darkness that had engulfed them since the torches had gone out.

But soon her eyelids started to drift close and she fell asleep.