A/N: Happy Valentine's Day! I'm sorry for the short chapter. I had plans to make it longer but couldn't resist giving you guys some lemons for the holiday. Hope you like it regardless!

*NSFW*

Katara has been in The Capital for near a month. In that time, she has not contacted Aang, taking the time apart to give him space to heal. She had told Sokka and Suki before she left about how she would be out of Republic City for some time, so she knew they weren't worrying about her whereabouts. This time is about her and a new chapter of her life, and so far she is more than happy with the first page. She did see, however, in international headlines that the Avatar's engagement had been called off. It had saddened her to see, knowing that Aang must be facing public interrogations whenever he went out in public. Since she didn't announce where she was going, Katara anticipates multiple letters from her family in the Southern Water Tribe demanding an explanation.

The rising sun brightens the bedroom, waking Katara and Zuko. They are both naked under the sheets, and Zuko leans in for a morning kiss.

"Good morning."

Katara smiles groggily. "Morning," she murmurs. She rubs her face and sits up before noticing a weight at the base of her neck. Her hand reaches up and realizes that she's wearing a necklace. Eyes wide, she turns to Zuko, who is simply smiling as he watches her sleepy mind process what's happening.

"Is this…?"

"Why don't you go look in the mirror and see."

Katara jumps off the bed and skips over to the full-length mirror across the room. She doesn't even bother to put on her robe. Aside from seeing her slender frame grace the glass, Katara also sees the betrothal necklace around her neck.

Zuko has outdone himself. The palace jeweler spent more time than expected to complete the project, but for the sum he was receiving he put all of his best efforts toward perfecting the pendant. Zuko had collaborated with him to create a unique design, consisting of both the Fire Nation and Water Tribe symbols. At the base are the waves of the Water Nation, with the flames of the Fire Nation stemming from the three swirls on top. The flames are made from gold, the waves from silver, and in the center of each swirl is a small, purple amethyst. The tip of the center flame has a gold bale with a clasp, which allows Katara to easily switch between chokers of different colors. The current fabric was a blue silk, and Katara already knows she will be wearing this one most often.

Katara is admiring the necklace when Zuko walks up behind her, hugging her and leaning his head in next to hers. "Do you like it?"

"I love it," Katara says in awe. "It's wonderful."

Zuko kisses her cheek. "That's good. You look quite nice wearing only that," he purrs. His hands glide across her body, and she tilts her head back into his neck. She hears a sharp intake of breath against her ear as something firm presses against her lower back. It seems their lust could not be satiated, and with the promise of marriage Katara's domestic instincts demand she do something about filling her womb. Her sex is overwhelmed with heat, almost as hot as her firebender's touch on the delicate skin of her breasts. She arches into him, only causing his member to swell further.

Katara turns around to face Zuko, intent on kissing him, when he sharply twirls her back around and locks her hands behind her back. He leans in and grazes her ear with his lips, tutting. His hot breath sends a shiver down her body and she squirms in his grasp.

"Not so fast, my love," Zuko reprimands, hunger in his voice. Katara gasps when calloused fingers glide over her folds from behind. Her knees buckle under her from the sudden touch. Taking advantage of her momentary weakness, Zuko gently pushes her down so that she is kneeling on the ground in front of the mirror before he bends over her at a deeper angle. At this point, her face is almost touching the floorboards, ass propped up and against his hips while his chest lay flat against the curve of her back.

"Look at that view," Zuko instructs seductively. Katara bends her neck back as far as she can manage to glimpse at the mirror. The sight of Zuko perched over her, her body completely at his disposal, makes her insides churn and her pussy dampens. Zuko chuckles as he feels the moisture surge against his fingertips. Not breaking eye contact through the mirror, he slips two fingers inside and revels in her moan. Zuko's fingers pump in and out, hooking her insides and prodding at the exact point of her pleasure. Deciding she's already wet enough and impressed at the way her body responds so quickly to him, he removes his hand to position his erection at her entrance. He rubs the head through the soft curls and against her sodden labia, coating himself with her nectar. Katara feels delirious with desire.

"Please…" Katara whines. She doesn't like begging; it's not exactly in her nature to be submissive. But when it comes to Zuko, she's putty in his hands and can't help but plead for more.

"Since you asked so nicely," Zuko whispers as he nips her earlobe. He plants her face against the ground with the palm of one hand, using the other to guide himself as his cock drives into her. Katara's eyelashes flutter at the sensation and the pair groan in unison. The mirror is still in her sight, her face positioned so that it's turned forward, and she watches Zuko's sculpted body thrust into her with a newfound fervor. It's funny how something as material as a proper betrothal necklace can ignite such a tempestuous lust between them; knowing this connection would officially be theirs for the years to come made it all the more erotic.

The rough impact of Zuko's hips against her padded behind causes the skin to redden and sensitize, each smack sending a surge of electricity through her body. The hand holding her wrists at the small of her back releases and instead flies to the sensitive cluster of nerves just above her stretched entrance. A wail leaves her as Zuko's fingertips swirl her clit, pinching it ever so slightly. Zuko's ivory skin flushes to match his element as he approaches climax, pulling Katara along to for the ride. Her walls clench around his shaft and a hearty growl escapes him as he spills his seed into her. His fingers are still attacking her clit, prolonging her orgasm as she writhes underneath him. When the explosion subsides, her legs are left quaking and almost unable to keep her hips in the air.

Zuko runs his hands up her sides and wraps them around her ribcage, pulling her straight up in front of him. Still panting, he softly kisses her shoulder. They stay still until their breathing returns to normal but their skin still a few degrees warmer in hue. Zuko lifts himself to his feet and momentarily leaves the room, returning with a damp towel and helping Katara up so he can clean her off. Even after the most heated of sessions, his chivalry shone through when he would dote on her. When the tackiness of her skin has been fully removed, Zuko kisses her cheek.

"Let's get dressed before I'm tempted into round 2."