AN: Hey y'all, I'm back with another drabble. Is this what you call lime? Hehe. Anyway, this was inspired and helped by RyuuMahou, who is fabulous. And I think it took me longer to remember the word 'aphorism' than it did to actually write this. Heh. Enjoy, and leave a review if you love me!
08. Aphorisms
They say to keep your friends close, but your enemies closer.
He pants her name, each syllable heavy on her skin, making her painfully aware of his proximity. His breath is hot on her neck and his hands aren't far behind.
"Katara," he whispers, his voice rough and low. He repeats it, over and over, and she swears her name becomes sweeter each time. His words drip over her like honey, thick and saccharine and too tempting to resist.
His fingertips are as warm as his breath, and his touch sears her skin. Her hands run over every scar, every ripple of muscle, every inch of his bare skin, and he shudders. Her hands are icy, cold like the depths of the ocean.
She's forgetting. Everything else becomes blurred by the heat, morals and conscience are burned away, and all that's left is the desire. The wanting so bad that it hurts. The lust so strong she expects it to swell around her like a wave and carry her away.
It's like silk against wool, petals among thorns, satin on a bed of straw. So wrong, she knows, but so good. His touch is like a drug, intoxicating and addicting, leaving her yearning for more.
Licking her lips hungrily, she pulls the enemy even closer.