AN//: Hey, Here is my first attempt at any Zutara stuff. I decided to take on the Zutara 100 challenge (I know- that's a little ambitious). I probably won't write them all in order, but I will put which Prompt number it is before I start the chapter.
Category: Avatar: The Last Airbender
Pairing: Zuko and Katara
Rating: M (to be on the safe side)
Disclaimer: I do not now, nor have I ever owned any piece of A:TLA. If I did, the ending would not have happened the way the writers wrote it. For one thing, Ozai and Azula would be dead. For another Kataang would not exist. (be honest, if we saw a "ten years later" segment, they would have broken up and we all know it.)
K , heads up, these next few go with 01. Beginnings. They are now in order until I finish with this little story segment- probably the next one.Also, these are going to get VERY mature ( not distastefully so I hope- but we are talking about two hormonal teenagers in a bathtub together)
Zutara 100 number: 22. Hands
Enjoy!
Hands
His hands were everywhere. Katara couldn't figure out how his hands managed to be in so many places at once, but there was no denying that he was touching every inch of her skin. His hands trailed down her spine to cup her bottom; ghosted across her stomach to squeeze and massage her breasts; gripped the back of her neck to draw her into a deeper kiss. She moaned into his mouth as his calloused fingers brushed her inner thighs and dipped into her core. She arched her back tightly when the roughened skin of his thumb caressed her clit; he was so much more skilled than she was- it had never felt anywhere near as wonderful she touched herself in the darkened confines of her room. She gasped aloud when his mouth descended onto her hardened nipple. "Zuko," she breathed after he began gently nipping and sucking the sensitive flesh, making sure to give equal attention to each.
He took advantage of her pleasure, gently kissing her exposed neck before nipping and marking the junction of her neck and collarbone. She hissed in pleasure, digging her nails into the bare skin of his shoulders. "Katara," he murmured huskily against her flesh, "If you don't want this, you need to leave now. I can't hold back much longer."
In response, her own hands dipped under the water, her nails scraping his torso to delve between their flushed bodies and firmly grasp his erection. She carefully stroked the firm flesh, whispering in his ear, "I've wanted this for a long time. You're not escaping me that easily."