disclaimer: as I once said, to my extreme embaressment, I own nothing other than my insane mind that no one wanted to buy on eBay.

To: Chou hime

Nope, I go to LaSalle Springs Middle. But that would be cool bcuz there is only like... three ppl who like Avatar, and none as muc as me. But no matter what ppl say about dances, how thay are so boring and everthing... THEY ARE SO FREAKING LYING! i had so much fun... i danced with the guy i like! D Sorry, had to get that out!

To: Mew Kelcita

Thank you for being my Numba 1 fan! YOU"RE THE BESTEST PERSON EVER!

Katara blushed furiously as she stared at the picture, her eyes glued on it as she heard the roar of blood rush to her head. She heard nothing else other than the rapid heartbeat. She couldn't turn the page, too enthralled in the picture.

The woman lay on her back, body glistening with sweat. Her lips were parted, her hands clutching the sheets. Zuko's look alike was on top of her, his toned body covered in a film of sweat also, his hands groping her body.

Katara shivered as she realized that what they were doing in the portrait was exactly what she dreamed about at night; she and Zuko, making love. Someone touched her shoulder and she was jerked out of her daydream, slamming the little book shut.

"Katara, are you okay?" a male voice asked, pulling her hair and brushing it over her shoulders. Soft lips kissed her shoulder blade. "I'm sorry about how I acted earlier…. I just got jealous." His hot breath on her neck sent more shivers down her spine. He pulled her into his lap and began massaging her abdomen, slowly working his way up. Katara didn't want him to stop, but after she let a moan escape her lips, she jerked away.

"Zuko…. not… in the mood." She said haltingly, shrinking away from him to the head of her bed. Extreme hurt flashed through his face and settled with intense determination. He crawled after her and she whimpered, pinching her legs tightly together. Once he saw that innocent action, he froze.

His demeanor more childlike, he continued to her curled body and gathered her in his arms, rocking her back and forth. He kissed her forehead lightly, trying to get her to understand that he wouldn't do anything she wasn't ready for.

"Are you okay, Katara?" He asked softly after another tremor racked her slender form. She nodded shakily. He pushed her back at arms length to examine her. Katara's face was flushed, her eyes had taken on a feverish gleam. Sweat slowly dripped down her neck, and in between her bosoms. Zuko watched the little droplet hungrily, taking in every jerking curve of its path. Snapping back to the task on hand, his eyebrows furrowed in concern.

"You look a little sick, my love." She closed her eyes tightly upon hearing his new nickname for her. She paled, and then her features were tinted lightly with greenish-yellow. Scrambling out of his reach, she ran drunkenly to the bathroom. A moment later he heard her throw up, followed by a gagging sound. He slowly walked after her, and stopped at the door where she appeared, shaking.

He glanced back at the bed and saw the book she was reading thrown onto the floor, covering up his prying glance, he swept her up bridal style, careful not to get her stomach too upset. He gently set her on the bed and covered her with sheets. Her eyes drooped closed, and she whispered him a goodnight. A small smile poised on his lips as he watched her fall asleep, the moon bathing her in its brilliance.

He bent down and kissed her on the nose, then squatted down to pick up the book. He had learned that some books carried a curse that, if not seen by the right eyes, cast illness on the reader. He opened it gently and as he saw the first page, he fell onto his bum, staring in wide-eyed wonder at the pornographic picture, a new feeling ignited in his groin.

He glanced up at Katara, wondering why she was reading it, then a brilliant idea popped into his head. Smirking at his brilliance, he put the scheme to work.

Sunlight poured into Katara's room, causing a burst of white light to explode in her eyelids. With much complaining, she opened her eyes and blinked a few times to get accustomed to the light. Glancing at her bed, she saw Zuko asleep beside her, and arm draped around her waist, one of his legs wrapping her's into his. Her eyes widened, what she felt when she stared at the portrait returned, the same hunger, lust, and excitement, as well as the adrenalin rush and nervousness.

Untangling herself from his warm body, she watched as he groped the bed for her and smiled thinking, I could definitely get used to this. Good bye, Haru. With her decision made, she cast one last glance at Zuko to see he was totally naked, covers thrown off of him, legs spread wide open. Katara bit back a yelp and the urge to go touch him and almost fainted from the effort. He heard him mutter something.

Timidly walking closer she listened, "Katara… oh, Katara….." He moaned. Katara blanched and ran into her closet, pulling a dress on hastily. As she flung open the door and fled into the hall, Zuko jerked awake and grinned as he saw a fleeting glance of Katara's beet red face.

Smoothing her green-mist silken gown, and checking her hair in a hall mirror, she knocked on Haru's door. He opened it groggily, with a sheet wrapped around his waist and no shirt on. Katara let out a short scream of frustration saying, "Am I cursed or something?"

Immediately, Haru closed the door behind him and stepped into the hall. "What is it Katara?" He asked, somewhat agitatedly.

"The wedding's off." She said flatly, and examined him for any emotion, His eyes widened, and guilt engulfed his features. Taken aback, she took a step away.

"I'm so sorry Katara! I didn't…. I love you!" He cried desperately, releasing his hold on his sheet and grapplingat the air frantically.

The sheet around his waist fell to the floor.

Katara's eyes fixed on his manhood.

Oh, my, Zuko's is more than twice that size. She thought instantly and then clapped a hand over her eyes. "My virgin eyes!" she cried and ran blindly down the hall, running into a good number of people.

Coming to a stop at her door, she took a deep breath and opened it, hoping Zuko had left. Her door hit the wall and she stormed into the room only to freeze. Zuko was lying comfortably on her bed, still naked, with the book she was reading propped on his stomach.

Katara immediately turned away, her hand resuming its new roll as blindfold. She heard the door close and the lock turn. She tentatively peered thought the cracks of her fingers only to screw her eyes tightly shut.

Zuko calmly stroked her neck, slowly tracing her collarbone with his warm fingers. He pressed his honed, stark naked body against hers and gently pried her fingers off of her face. She looked abashedly into his golden eyes, having to tilt her head back to look into his face. He leisurely dipped his head to cover his mouth over her's and gradually worked her thin dress off. She moaned, but let him lead her to the bed. She opened up to him, fully and pleasingly.

Katara woke up once more that day with a naked Zuko tangled up with her body and felt a tingle of bliss surge through her. She gazed at him, his eyes lovingly gazed at her body and traveled up to her eyes. He smiled and pulled the covers over her exposed form and she snuggled into his, fitting perfectly.

"I love you. "He murmured into her ear, caressing the curve of her neck. She whispered her reply and watched his face brighten with pride and joy. Together, they fell asleep, this time, not as two love-struck teens, but as one deeply passionate loving couple.

A knock woke Zuko up and he carefully extracted himself from Katara's embrace, making sure to cover her all the way. Pulling on his shirt and breeches, he opened the door cautiously and saw Zula standing there impatiently.

"Sokka's coming." She hissed, pulling him into the hall and closing Katara's door. She shoved him into a broom closet just as Sokka came by.

"Is Katara waking up?" He asked, staring at the broom closet quizzically. Shrugging, he switched his gaze onto the levelheaded Zula.

"No, I just got here." She answered coolly and knocked loudly onto the door. They heard the rustle of covers and clothes and Katara opened the door, her face glowing with confusion and delight, her appearance disheveled.

Leaning against the door frame, she asked happily, "Yes?" Sokka just stared at his sister and glanced into the room to check for boys. None, of course, since the one that was in there is now in the broom closet, twiddling his thumbs.

"It's time for breakfast." Sokka said suspiciously but moved on to Haru's room. She watched as Sokka yelped and covered his eyes, screaming, "My virgin eyes!" before running blindly down the hall, almost mauling his sister.

Katara giggled and changed into her tunic and pants, much like the ones she wore on her adventures with Aang. Once she was in the royal dining room, she seated herself on the right hand side of Zuko, which is the place of a lover. She looked shyly at him and he smiled reassuringly, enclosing her small hand with his large one. The visitors watched them curiously, but didn't ask. At least, all of them except for Aang.

"Hey, Katara! You do know that that is the place for a man's lover, don't you?" He quipped loudly, causing everyone to stop talking and stare at them. Katara blushed ferociously and stared at her food.

Zuko cleared his throat, drawing the attention to him. Giving her hand a squeeze, he stood up, pulling her up with him. She clutched his hand and he could feel her palm begin to sweat. She stared at him questioningly, but he chose to ignore it. Instead, he spoke clearly over the din, "I would like to announce some great news." He said.

Turning to Katara, he knelt on one knee, speaking directly to her. "Will you take my hand in marriage, my light, my life, my love?" He asked her, calling her by her nickname for him.

Tears spilled out of her eyes and she flung herself onto him, sobbing, "Yes, Zuko, yes!" A cheer broke out through the crowd but it went unnoticed by the two lovers, who were concentrating on their passionate kiss.

Katara hummed contentedly, slipping into new clothes for her class. She grabbed for her brush on the nightstand and accidentally grabbed one of the smooth stones. Almost instantaneously, it cracked in her hand. Katara screamed and almost dropped it, but caught herself as she saw a little creature emerge from the shattered shards. Reaching out a tentative finger to touch the reptilian that she recognized at once to be a dragonand she stroked its back, bracing herself for the legends to come true.

As if on cue, a bolt of pain forced Katara onto the floor, but she tried to hang onto something and grabbed the other rock instead of her nightstand. It burst at her touch too, revealing another dragon. It nudged her with its snout on the hand that hadn't touched the first one. Another wave of pain engulfed her consciousness. She collapsed onto the floor, withering as pain convulsed her body, her palms shearing from the raw energy, raw agony, raw power.

She laughed manically, hungrily drinking in the pain and supremacy of the dragons' touch.

No matter what, I can never write a long chap! to make it up to you, I'll write another one tonight, since my mom is gonna be at a party.

Cheerio, chaps! (no pun intended)