Okay, Katara's Dream isn't my work...my friend SinfulxKitten666 wrote it and since the two dream went together so well we decided to put them in one place. Hope you enjoy.

Labored breathing echoed through a small metal encased room. The sight of flames dancing against the wall gave the room an eerie glow. Eerie, sinister, demonic. The room was filled with heat, yet gave an icy chill. Such a contrast. A frustrated sigh passed through Katara's lips as she leaned against the cool metal. The iciness of the metal against her hot skin felt good. She looked up to Zuko who was watching her with concerned eyes. She looked away with disappointment.

"You'll get it," his voice echoed slightly. How could she get something that she barely understood? She damned the art of fighting with broadswords and wished she had never asked Zuko to teach her how to used them. She slowly brought herself to her feet and shook her head. Her sweat dampened hair clung to her face.

"Yeah, yeah… maybe when I'm an old maid," she sighed and slowly dragged her feet to the door. She didn't believe in herself anymore. Then again, she was always up against Zuko, never anyone else. Maybe that was it. He was a master himself. Either way she couldn't get her mind to believe in herself. She heard footsteps behind her and knew Zuko was following her out.

"You'll get it… you've only been at it for…"

"For a few months…" She snapped and turned to him. His sincere face turned to anger at her upset mood. She bit her lip. It was like that after every practice. She looked away from him but still felt his hot gaze on her back. She shook the feeling from her and gripped the handle of the door, pulling it open. A strong hand gripped her shoulder and pulled her away from the door, waiting for it to close, then push her against the cold metal.

"I don't want to hear you say that! You never give up. In all the times I've seen you fight and all the time I've known you, you've never given up." Zuko hissed and pressed her more firmly against the door. Blue eyes locked to amber, and found it hard to look away. "You'll get this… you will," he growled and found his lips slamming to his wife's. Heat radiated from him as his tongue forcefully parted her lips. A moan escaped Katara as their tongues began a dance of their own, stumbling over one another's.

Hands began to roam over luscious curves, over hard muscles. Touching. Both needed one another, and didn't even realize it. Heated kisses began to flutter over the sweet tanned skin of the woman pinned against the door. A moan fluttered passed her lips as she found herself begin to rock against the shaft growing between her legs. The heat in her lower stomach began to grow, the butterflies began to flutter and she felt the need for him grow.

Large hands gently cupped the luscious mounds, which he had been dying to feel since the moment his lips placed to hers. He felt her nipples growing hard under his rough touch, and a growl ripped through his lips just as a groan passed through hers. Such lovely harmony. He found his lips fondling the skin on her collarbone and soon his hands were sliding over her exposed belly. He felt a shiver run down his spine as delicate fingers began to flutter up and down his broad chest, fingers pinching and playing with his nipples.

Katara felt a heat between her legs and knew she needed to feel him. Knew she needed to feel the pleasure of pure bliss. She needed to send her mind into oblivion. She felt a hand begin to bunch the material of the skirt and her rocking against his manhood quickened. Her breathing quickened and she found that his was labored as well. It would be just a moment. Just a moment… just one until she could feel her mind swimming in a sea of roses.

"Excuse me your highnesses… Hakodah has awakened…" the door to the room was pulled open and the couple fell to the floor at the feet of one of their servants. The two remain still as the servant looked down at the two. Didn't they know how to knock? Then again, they were supposed to be training? Not shagging… blushes covered Katara's cheeks as she squirmed under Zuko. Although it was a painful landing it was more embarrassing to have this servant see them like that.

"I'll… uh… be up in a quick second," she said and squirmed out from under Zuko. She stood up awkwardly and waved to the servant as he walked away. She looked down to Zuko and laughed nervously. "Later," she said in a sheepish voice and straightened out her skirt and hair. She cleared her throat and found herself bounding up the stairs. How could that have happened? She shook her head and soon saw the room she was looking for. The nursery. She opened the door and saw a little girl and boy peeking into a crib. The girl turned around.

"Hakodah was crying…" she said innocently and blinked her blue eyes. Her feet began to make a circle in the carpet. The little boy jumped and turned from the crib. He hid a small rattle behind his back. His amber eyes looked to the carpet.

"Ursa… Zao…" Katara said in a scolding tone as she walked over, leaning down and lifting the small newborn into her arms. Golden eyes peered up at her. A smile curled to her lips. "Want to hold him Ursa?" The seven year old flashed a toothy grin. Ursa hopped into the rocking chair and Katara gently placed the baby in her arms. A smile curled to her lips as she looked to Zao.

"ME NEXT ME NEXT!" Katara giggled and motioned him over. He ran over and into his mother's arms. A sly grin curled to Katara's lips as she looked to Ursa who looked to be on cloud 9.

"Don't tell daddy…" Katara said in a hushed whisper and watched as Ursa's attention turned from Hakodah to her mother. An excited grin played at her lips. She nodded furiously. A soft giggled passed through her lips as she gently took one of Hakodah's tiny hands. "Hakodah here is gonna be a big brother…" The chuckle from the door signaled to the Empress that she wasn't alone with her children. A smile curled to her lips.

A serene smile was plastered on Katara's lips as she rested on her bed. A small nap turned into something more. A sweet slumber.

Author's Note: Poor Katara! She can't even get through sex in her dreams! I guess Zuko just has more time on his hands.