~Crescendo~

Lemons, Limes and everything yummy! ^_-

Disclaimer: *sigh* really likes to rub it in our faces that we own nothing, don't they… *glares* Ug, FINE! I do not own The Last Airbender, nor do I own Avatar, the characters within, nor any plot points there in. Blah, blah, blah. *pouts* I hope you're happy. I'm sufficiently depressed now.

Katara's POV

I awoke surrounded by a comfortable heat, laying upon cozy softness and warm fingers tips grazing down my face and neck. I sigh contentedly as they leave butterfly touches across my collarbones and shoulders. If this was what I would be dreaming about because of the moons crazy pull, then I would be a OK with that.

Fingers come back to brush my lips and I open my mouth to catch one with my tongue, swirling it around the tip.

"Ungh, Tara," is the husky reply I receive. MMM, a Zuko dream. I also loved those. I suck on the digit until it is pulled away quickly and replaced by lips smashing against my own.

MMM, Zuko always tasted so yummy in my dreams… It was about then when I pulled myself from the remaining fog of sleep and snapped my eyes open. Not a dream…?

I pull back slightly from his delicious attack earning a sexy pout from his plump bottom lip. This had best not be a dream or I'm gonna be pissed as fuck… and frustrated to boot.

He places a tender kiss to my forehead, then my nose, then one eye lid, followed by the other. I sigh from his onslaught and voice my threat, "if this is another dream because of the moon's pull, I'm gonna be one unhappy lady when I wake up. Poor Zuko is gonna think I hate him tomorrow," I giggle at my own joke. Truth be known, majority of the time when I was short to anger with him, it was merely cause I wanted to jump his sexy firebending ass. I reach to squeeze his butt and moaning as he grinds his arousal into the side of my leg, "and what a sexy ass it is."

Zuko pulls back from kissing me and chuckles, "you are adorable when you just wake up," he smirks and nips at my bottom lip, "this is no dream. Although your little surprise at the river was quite dream like," he states wriggling his eyebrows.

I blink, "I'm awake?"

He reaches and teasingly tweaks one of my nipples, "very much so." He leans over me bracing his weight on one arm while roaming my body with the other.

I gasp and moan under his ministrations, "and the river really took place?"

"Oh yes," his lips brush my ear before he pulls the lobe into his mouth.

My chest raises and falls quicker as his hand slides down to my heat and he slips a finger into my dripping wetness , "Not a dream?" I breath out as my head thrashes from side to side with his fingers increasing pace.

He raises he head from his attention on one of my breasts with a smirk, "Not a dream."

The coil within me tightens and tightens and I struggle to form words to voice this new want that I feel overcoming me, "Zu-Zuko! I- I want-"

"What do you want?" his thumb swirls around my pearl, "tell me what you want."

My eyes lock onto his, "prove it."

He pauses in his ministrations and looks to me with question clear in his eyes, "tell me exactly what you want, Katara," his husky voice trembling slightly showing just how hot and bothered he really was at that moment.

"I need you to prove to me this is not a dream," I lift a leg and hook it around his waist, "I need you."

He freezes, searching my face. After a moment he asks, "you are sure? This is not just the moon talking?"

I lift my hips causing his hardness to slide between us, "I am sure. I've been sure." I move my hips against him and watch as his resolve comes crashing down.

"You've never…?" he groans out shakily.

"Never," I bring my lips to his ear, "take me, Zuko."

He reaches between us and grasps his hardened rod in his hand. He rubs the swollen head up and down my moist slit hitting my pearl at every pass. He kneel back on his heels and tilts my waist up with my legs wrapped around him. He places his gracious plenty at my entrance and stops, "Tara, look at me," my eyes lock with his as I whimper and wriggle my hips trying to get him where I want him most. He hold me firm, "I have to know for certain. There will be no going back," he looks at me nearly pleadingly, "tell me to stop and I will. Tell me before I cannot focus any longer."

"Please, Zuko," my head thrashes to the side in frustration.

"Tara," he orders, "tell me!"

"Ugnh! Zuko, take me. Take me. I'm yours," I plead I was more than able and willing. I was soaked with my need; it was dripping down my thighs.

He grasps my hips firmly, "I'm sorry," he whispers as he locks on to my eyes and thrusts fully into me.

Searing pain tears through me. I freeze with wide eyes as it feels as though I'm being ripped in two.

Zuko covers me with his body carefully, peppering my face with kisses, but remains otherwise completely still, "I'm sorry. So sorry, Tara, my Tara," he murmurs as he kisses the few tears from my faces. Softly, he kisses my lips and before I know it, I am moaning into his searing kisses; the pain long forgotten. As he sucks on my tongue, I jerk my hips causing a delicious feeling to shoot down to my finger tips and toes.

Zuko pulls away panting and rests his forehead against mine, "if I hurt you, tell me please. Don't want to hurt you again."

I nod as I squirm trying to get that amazing feeling back. I hear a loud keen as Zuko pulls out nearly all the way and the plunges back into me. And again, out- in – keen. As Zuko groans out my name and crashes his lips to mine, I realize that the keening was coming from me.

Zuko raises himself to his elbows and changes his thrusts. He thrusts in hard and then grinds his pelvic bone to mine, rubbing my pearl of nerves with each deep thrust.

"Tara," he moans, "My Tara."

I raise my hips now to meet his, moans and huskily spoken words spill from our lips. His pace quickens, "Nnnn, Zuko! Yes, yes!" I gasp.

He moves back to his heels tilting my waist and entering deeper, hitting a spot inside me that had me seeing fireworks behind my lids, "Yes, yes, Oh spirits! Zuko, faster, harder! Ungh!"

"Open your eyes, my Tara," I obey immediately and see him slipping a hand to where we are joined. His eyes bore into my in pools of molten gold, "I want to watch you as you come around my dick."

With that he flips my pearl and my back arches of the bedding, my head flies back and my vision whites out, "Zuko," I scream as my walls clamp around his manhood that is still pounding into me.

Just as I start to come back down, he shifts mid-thrust and moves to his knees, pulling my legs over his shoulders and effectively folding me in half, "Oh my… ZUKO," I scream again. Surely, I'd have no voice after this.

He pounded relentlessly into my core, rubbing the amazing spot inside and hitting a even deeper spot. It hurt slightly, but in an amazing way that made me beg him to go harder, harder and faster.

Our mouths battle for dominance: the battle of fire over ice, and ice over fire. His hand slips between us again and rubs and presses on my nub ferociously, "come with me, my Tara. Come now," he growls out and again, my body obeys. My walls slam around his shaft milking him for all that he is worth as his hot release pours into me.

"Tara! Ungh, Tara. Tara. Tara, my Tara," he chants as we ride out our orgasms. Finally he stills, resting his forehead to mine, "my Tara," he kisses me passionately rolling us to our sides while remaining inside me. He tucks my head under his chin, "I can never let you go now. I am yours completely," he kisses the top of my head.

I smile and kiss his chest, "I'll keep you as long as you want me."

He tightens his hold around me, "you should be prepared for a long time of dealing with me and my short temper."

I laugh, "then I should let you in on a little secret to make it easier for you."

He smiles down, "I have to hear this."

"When I am short with you and quick to anger over nothing," look up at him innocently, "it's only because I am frustrated that I can't rip your tunic from your body and ravish you completely."

If Zuko could get paler, he would have blanched. He swallows loudly, "you are going to be the death of me, my Tara." He kisses my nose and my lips, "rest, my sweet, as much as I wish to stay here and never leave, we have a world to save."

As I drifted off in my lover's arms, still joined and entangled with him, I swore I heard him whisper, "I plan to keep you always."

Holy Space-Balls BATMAN!

That was fun to write! It's been a bit hasn't it? Yes well, C'est le vie. (This is the life.) I do what I can when I can. But wasn't this a lovely bone to throw you? I need a cold shower now. Adios!