Atashi: …Because I've been ignoring you, you all now get a smutty fic.

Well, kind of a smutty fic. I aint good at descriptive sex…sooo…yah…I FAIL AT LIFE GAH!

ENJOY

Title: Hate Is The Opposite Of Love

Author: Atashi

Rating: M…probably…

Challenge: The Bunnies are soft, and white.

The Cave was dank, dark and cold. How they had managed to get themselves stuck in there was beyond them. Perhaps it had something to do with the fact, she tripped. He falled, but no one landed on their balls.

Not yet anyway.

It was utterly impossible for a fire to be existent in the cave, let alone for Zuko to try light Katara on fire. He had a little bit more integrity than that.

And now, it had come to this. Messy hair, hands grasping against each other's hot skin, and sweat tearing from their underarms as their movements became violent and incoherent.

Fumbling, wet lips gasping for breath as the dominant one would not let her speak, he just grabbed her lips with his own, and tugged her down to the cave floor.

He loved, violence. How this made him think of a completely different war than a war with blood, and ripe death nipping at everyone's heels.

Oh no, his kind of violence was where Katara was naked, pressed against his pale, torn skin. And had her screaming his name, and crying for release against his own hips as they jolted against her own.

It had started out of mere curiosity, dry sex could not keep them satisfied, he needed and wanted more than just the feeling of tough, soppy clothing. He wanted more than just Katara moaning and stroking his cheek. More than the grinding of hips.

He wanted so much more than to just be the courteous man and allow the sweet giggles seeping from her mouth continue.

God, he wanted her to dig her nails into his shoulder blades, and make him bleed, as he made her gasp for air and try to wriggle free from his fire bending grasp.

There were times where he thought he should stop making love- no, was this even love? Or was it pent up sexual frustration with the opposite person that had caused his eyes to glaze over and lust for this exotic, and dark skinned beauty.

He told himself this was wrong! What are you doing? Betraying your country even more than you already have? You bastard… he expected to hear Katara saying these things, he expected his Uncle's proverbs to pop up spontaneously and whisper into his burnt, disfigured ear.

None of that came…

Well, except For Katara's whines…

And whimpers,

And screams…

She was In Ecstasy as he too, was climbing a tree full of climax against her. Her skin was burning with fever as he began to raise the temperature due to when a fire bender does that-that thing his own body heat would rupture a bloody thermometer.

Her body would turn this into steam, her body was not use to being flush against a burning body, as naked as her own curved body, he was a forbidden fruit to her, and she absolutely loved it. She had kept to herself about the handsome thoughts she had many times thought about, she would never tell anyone how she had had that dream about him, where at the time of the stolen scroll getting them all in deep trouble, the time where he had whispered almost seductively in here ear.

She had dreamt many times after that incident, that he would breath against her ear and whisper dirty little secrets about crushed infatuations that included bedding her…

Now she really thought, she had lost all integrity…

And here she was, a body rhythmically brushing forcefully against her own, his grunts, and moans breathing down her ear as she bites his shoulder, clamping her little water bending teeth on his large fire bending muscled shoulder.

"Bastard…" She moaned as he continued the rhythm

"Wench…"He replied with a glare.

She in took an amount of small air and replied to his wannabe-insult

"Stupid fire bender"

"Stupid water bender"

"I hate your guts"

"Nice to know we have a mutual feeling, Katara"

"Don't use my name"

"What? Katara…" He whispered seductively against her small ear he chuckled as he felt her body tense, continuing his fondling and rhythmic pounding.

"Why do you have to be so hot you fool…" She hissed against his own ear

"Cause I'm a fire bender, what do you expect? Or, were you meaning my devilish good looks?" He smirked as his hand trailed down her back.

She glared at him

"You wish…" She closed her eyes and buried her face into his shoulder biting down and pieces of his flesh that didn't already have pinpricks of blood drooling down his back.

Oh yes…

This was very sweet

Atashi: …My very first semi-smutty Zutara fic. GAH! Hides behind a wall Please don't hate meeee…. TT

R&R PLEASE AHH