Disclaimer: I… don't… own… Avatar: the Last Airbender. But I do own some embarrassing pictures of me and me friends from our semi-formal dance.

A/N: Okay, the last chapter was getting a little long, and I needed a break to think a bit, so now the rest of the lemon is here. Enjoy, but if you do not like to read lemons, skip probably most of this chapter. For those of you who read it, including my friends Evilina, Our-Last-Hope, and Evanesce, do not think me perverted, I don't have any experience in these kinds of things, as they know, and I just felt that I needed to write this. I got info on how to write this only by reading other M rated stories.

Jet and Katara continued kissing. Soon, they broke apart for air, and before Jet could start again, Katara lifted his shirt up over his head, revealing his torso to her again. Jet then picked Katara up, holding her against him, and threw her down on his bed. She laughed as he crawled over her and began taking off her sash and robe. After these pieces of clothing were on the floor with Jet's shirt, he began fighting with her breast bindings. He could not seem to get them off, so he finally let Katara sit up to take them off herself.

Katara took a painfully slow time doing this, just to tease Jet. She knew how much he wanted to see her, but she also wanted to mess with him a little first. After she got the bindings off and threw them with the rest of their clothes, Jet jumped on her again, stradling her waist. He looked her over, and she blushed and turned away under his gaze.

"What's wrong Katara? Are you embarrassed about your body? Don't be; you are more beautiful than anyone I know." Jet whispered into her ear. At this, Katara shivered slightly, but got her confidence back and turned to look back at him. He began kissing along her jaw again, moving down her neck and collar bone. He soon came to her breasts and Katara gasped as he kissed his way down. Jet's kisses were feather light on her skin.

He soon began massaging her breasts while sucking on her nipples. Katara moaned in ecstasy as he continued, her body coursing with pleasure. Soon, she grabbed Jet's hair and pulled him back up. As he surfaced, she kissed him with more passion than ever before. As they broke apart, panting, Katara flipped them over.

"You must think I am such a novice at this," Katara said to Jet as she stradled his waist. "Just wait and see. I'm not the innocent little girl everyone thinks." she said with a smirk. Katara then began kissing her way down Jet's body, mapping out his upper body with her mouth. She soon came to his waist and stopped to look up at him. She had felt something hard pressing against her thighs, and now that she looked up at Jet, eyes closed and breathing heavy, she knew exactly what it was.

As if he knew what she was thinking, Jet lifted Katara up and stripped out of his pants and underclothes, as well as getting rid of the last of her bindings. Then, after he put her back down, Katara stared at him in awe. God, that's big... she thought. Jet must have seen where she was looking, for he smiled and pulled her back up, flipping them over again so that he was on top. He then reached down and spread Katara's legs apart.

"Are you sure about this?" Jet asked. He was having a hard time controling himself, but Katara's happiness would always come first. Katara nodded, then braced herself, grabbing hold of his shoulders. Jet positioned himself above her, then thrust in ever so slowly. Katara's eyes squinted shut; Jet knew that she would be experiencing pain as she was a virgin, so he stopped for a moment. After a few moments, Katara opened her eyes again and nodded at him to continue. Jet then pulled out and pushed back in again, earning a moan from Katara. She had never experienced this feeling before, and did not know how she could have ever lived without it.

As Jet continued thrusting in and out, he gained both speed and strength. Katara's moans and screams became increasingly loud and long as she approached her climax. She could feel herself nearing the edge, and so could Jet. Jet then flipped them over, to Katara's surprise.

"Your turn," he whispered. He then bucked his hips involuntarily, sending pleasure coursing through Katara as he touched her back walls. She then began rocking on top of Jet, in time with the bucking of his hips. Again, just before they could climax, Jet flipped them over and continued what he had been doing before. Soon, Katara and Jet came at the same time, Jet collapsing on top of Katara. They breathed deeply before Jet slid off of Katara, laying down next to her.

"Jet?" Katara asked quietly.

"Yes, Katara?"

"I love you."

"I love you too, Katara." With that, they fell asleep in each other's arms.