Rating: M [Not too bad on the smut radar, cause sexual words scare me]

Pairing: Mai/Zuko obvi

Word Count: 489

Summary: Maid's closet sex, anyone?

His lips pressed quickly to hers, suppressing the loud moan that was sure to trail from her trembling lips, "—we have to keep quiet, you said it yourself." He whispered softly, running his hand down the length of her side before curling it beneath her and pulling her forward, closing whatever unwanted space remained between them.

She was striking, sharp, and beautiful, but had he been asked to sum up alabaster features and onyx strands into one word, he might have easily uttered one word—perfect. Although, the scene at hand was far from such. A maid's closet. It was clumsy enough, towels and metal dustpans creating unwanted noise that was sure to be heard down the hall, and was accented by the high, and low pitched notes of ecstasy that seemed to flow through the air in unison.

Mai though, although quiet and calculative in any other setting, was now…rather, exuberant and enthusiastic. A trait Zuko wouldn't have minded in the bedroom, but when keeping a low profile on palace grounds, within a maid's closet, her loud demeanor was difficult to handle, and was poorly suppressed by Zuko's quickly placed lips crashing into her own. She did enjoy this though, the roll of his hips against her own, and the spark that ignited in her nerves as it continued.

The intimacy was only added to with their spontaneity, stolen instances between meetings, a chaste kiss, which grew into playful one, and then quickly progressed into a loving desperation neither wanted to have the willpower to control. From there, it was a quick tug down the corridor, and into the closet. Not the ideal location, and the lack of locks was unsettling, but time was of the essence and neither of them was willing to sacrifice a single second.

By now, they had found themselves on the storage room's floor, robes askew, and top knot completely gone amiss, hands roaming anywhere they could manage. Breaths released in whimpers and sighs, and Zuko quickly found himself burying his face into her neck, laying kissing just over her pulse, and drinking in the radiance the small tone of her heartbeat could emit along with the small moans and hushed gasps that would escape her lips.

His chest slid against hers and pressed, quickening in pace with each small murmur of his breath, and swiftly progressing thrust of his hips, before releasing a drawn out whimper, and tightening his grip, as nerves ignited and his fingers dug into her skin. Hungry kisses were pressed into his shoulders, stifling pleasant moans he had pulled with each shift, and nails clawed at his back, accenting the small spasms that grew in magnitude with her spark, before they drew in a wave, and engulfed her muscles, causing her tense up completely, biting into where she had last kissed, and with a quick gasp for air she let the name slip, "Z-Zuko.."