Blueeyeddevil06, thank you for being my beta!


Early in the morning, Zuko wandered the shoreline since Aang hadn't shown up for morning practice. He was surprised to see Katara up already and tucked in an alcove hidden away. She was obviously trying to meditate. He stood still while he watched her; he didn't want to disturb her. She was just so beautiful, and the rising sun was shining on her face. She was spellbinding. He couldn't believe they were really together.

He was curious when he noticed her brow was furrowed in frustration, and he wondered what was bothering her. She had been smiling so beautifully just last night. He even had her laughing at some joke he made. His heart swelled when he thought about her touching his arm and peering up at him with a blush on her cheeks.

He tried not to let his eyes drift down her body and drink her in. She didn't know he was there, and it felt disrespectful.

Damn, did she have perfect breasts.

He scowled. He was not succeeding at keeping his thoughts clean. His hands itched to touch her boobs and feel how firm they were.

He tried to redirect his thoughts. He wanted to smack himself. Stop it, Zuko!

He watched her let her breath out in a rush, and she flopped down on her back. She growled out in apparent frustration, "Dammit, Katara!" he heard her hiss out, "Get yourself together already. I get that he's hot, but you need to control yourself. You shouldn't be so distracted."

She hadn't opened her eyes. She then shifted her clothes and slid her hand under the waistband of her pants. He was completely confused over what was happening.

Then she moaned.

What the fuck?! His eyes flew wide in shock. She sounded… "Oh yeah," she sighed out. Her hand moved more, and her back arched in pleasure. She was… touching herself.

He gasped out, and her eyes flew open and locked with his. She blushed scarlet red and froze.

He swallowed hard. "Umm… Sorry, I didn't know you were going to be…."

"I… Didn't know either…." She said nervously and noticed her hand was still between her legs, and she blushed again and removed her hand.

Zuko's eyes zeroed in on her fingers. They had been touching her intimately. He wished he could lick them right now and taste her.

He rubbed the back of his head nervously with his hand. "Need help with anything?" Then it dawned on him what he said, and he almost physically choked on his shock. He blushed red and said, "I mean-"

"-Yes." She cut him off and blushed too. She didn't know what made her so bold. All she knew was that she did want him to touch her there. Now. She wondered if it was a Firebender trick of Zuko's when she grew hot under his gaze.

He swallowed hard, and his palms grew sweaty. "Umm… Wow. I want that. I just don't know what to…how to…do that and make it feel good." He cleared his throat and added, "Could you teach me what to do?"

She blushed even harder, "Maybe I shouldn't ha-"

"- Unless you didn't mean it, then you should have." He interrupted her and took a step towards her. "I want to touch you. Dammit, it's becoming all I can think about."

He hoped making a bold admission would make her feel more comfortable about her own. He wanted her to feel encouraged to tell him things like that. Things where she admitted she wanted him touching her, where he might even get the chance to be intimate with her.

His desires were singing through his veins, and he stepped toward her, took her hand, and led her further back in the alcove. He then pulled her back flush against his chest and kissed along her neck. "Katara, teach me, please."

She nodded slowly, and she leaned back against Zuko, trembling with desire. "Follow my lead."

She then slid her hand under her waistband and found her clit. She watched his shaking hand ghost down her arm and slide against her wrist as he slipped his hands under her waistband, following her hand.

"This is my clit. It feels incredible when you touch it. Stimulating it helps me orgasm." He touched it, and she moaned out in pleasure.

Zuko realized how much he didn't know. There were bits of her, important ones; he knew nothing about. It was incredibly intimidating. Men weren't complicated in his head. They had a cock, and you jerked it off. Easy.

He then flicked her clit, "You're so wet," he whispered. He felt her slick folds. That he knew about, he knew that wet meant turned on. He heard that bit of information. You make sure the woman was wet before having sex. It made it comfortable for her. He was glad he knew something. And that his knowledge showed that she was turned on by him.

She moved her fingers and moaned, "I am. I was picturing you when I touched myself." She admitted boldly. After all, he was there with her and obviously wanted her. She didn't have to hide her desires from him.

She guided his hand, and she had him slip a finger inside of her. She grew even wetter as he plunged his finger deep inside, and he moaned out in pleasure. She threw her head back and sighed out in bliss.

"I can't believe I get to be inside of you. I tried to imagine what this would feel like." He flicked her clit, and she panted out in pleasure. "My imagination sucks."

"Y-you can slide another finger inside of me… please." She arched her back and moaned.

He slid a second finger inside of her and felt her stretch around it. He then began flicking her clit with his thumb.

He almost fucking lost it when she started riding his hand and moaning. Her hand came out of her pants and reached back, and she wrapped both arms around the back of his head.

He was breathing hot and heavy against her neck, and she was moaning out. She rode his hand faster and tried to stifle her scream when she orgasmed.

He slid his hand from her pussy and licked his fingers. "You taste so sweet."

He held her up tightly against himself, and she chuckled, "My legs are like jelly."

His chest expanded, and he wanted to shout out to everyone that he did that. That he brought her incredible pleasure. He pleased her.

He sat down and brought her with him, settling her onto his lap and holding her tightly. He rested his head against hers and sighed in contentment. He loved the woman in his arms.

She looked up into his eyes, "I couldn't concentrate when I was trying to meditate. I wanted that so badly. Thank you."

He caressed her breast, "Katara, I'll help you out anytime you want it. Really. I'm here for you."

She chuckled, "It was so much better than when I do that to myself."

He swallowed hard, "Do you think of me?"

She lightly blushed, "Yes, for a while now."

"I think of you when I… do that." He shifted uncomfortably. After all, he was as hard as steel.

She smirked up at him and raised one eyebrow. "Really?"

"Yeah."

"Pull down your pants."

He set her down and stood quickly. He then pulled down his pants and said, "You don't have to."

She smirked, she wasn't fooled, "Look at you. You're so hard. Are you trying to tell me you don't want it?"

"No! I want it. I've just never… any of it. It's all new to me." He ran his hand nervously through his hair.

"It's all new to me too. It's not like many men were left at the South Pole, and Jet and I never..." She sank down to her knees. "I want to, with you."

He thought he was going to teach Katara how to touch him as she taught him. Suddenly his cock twitched. He was so excited for what was about to happen. He couldn't believe she was on her knees in front of him.

She slid his cock into her mouth, and she smiled when he moaned out loudly. She sucked and bobbed her head.

She licked and sucked his cock, and it felt so fucking good. Zuko hoped Katara didn't realize how quickly she got him to cum down her throat. It was embarrassingly fast for him. Her warm mouth felt so perfect. On top of all of that, it was Katara on her knees for him. The woman he loved and thought he couldn't have.

He was glad to be so wrong.

She stood and stepped into his embrace. "Do you think the Fire Nation will keep hating me? That play…"

"Right now, they hate me." He wrapped her tightly in his arms. "We're going to achieve world peace. After that, everything else will be relatively easy."

She chuckled, "Good point. I love you."

"I love you too."

When they both arrived back at the palace, they discovered that Aang hadn't slept in. He'd completely disappeared.

His footprints led to the waterline and didn't come back out. They didn't know what that meant.