Breast
Zuko woke, feeling the firm pull of the rising sun and looked over at his still sleeping wife. He liked watching her while she slept, the slow rise and fall of her breast with each breath, the peaceful look on her face, and the occasional soft whispers in her sleep. He gently traced the palm of her hand with his index finger waiting for her to wake up. Her hand gave a light twitch, then another until finally she opened her eyes and gave him a tired smile. "Good morning." He returned her smile, "Good morning Katara."