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"Birthmark"

1.) a minor disfigurement or blemish on a person's skin at birth

His warm fingers caressed the naked skin of her shoulder, fabric pulled down to the joint of her shoulder in order to reveal the discolored imprint that marked her skin since the moment she was born. The blue material hung loosely about as he examined the mark resembling a snow flake.

His typical rough hands, calloused due to his repetitive training, were somehow replaced with those that felt like silk, felt like velvet to her. She bit her lip to suppress a groan; she felt her arms go numb, rendered incapable of movement, had she actually wanted to move that is.

"You're beautiful," he whispered; she felt his soft, inviting lips touch her shoulder gently; tender, like he was touching a new born baby. As though he were scared he would break her; yet, in this moment, she had never felt more vulnerable. Maybe he could break her, her limbs did feel like useless mush at the moment.

She couldn't speak, there was no way she would be able to open her mouth and form coherent thoughts. She was too immersed in the way his fingers felt against her. She wanted it to always be like this: never hiding the truth from their friends, like they were now, never holding back; never afraid of telling the world how they felt about each other.

His arms snaked around her waist, pulling her closer to him. He kissed her cheek tenderly. She felt his heartbeat through the fabric of their clothing, ramming against his ribcage, begging for release. Zuko was just as scared as she was, Katara realized. Was he scared she didn't feel the same way? How could he doubt that?

Before she could stop to contemplate the consequences of her words, she said the one thing she had promised herself she wouldn't speak until she knew, with absolute certainty, that he felt the same passion she did. "I love you," she whispered. An emotion she had never felt before filled her voice, bringing tears to her eyes.

She heard only silence at first, until she felt him nuzzle her neck, trailing kisses from the birthmark on her shoulder to her cheek. She tilted her head back entirely, relishing the way his lips felt against her. They were right, they felt so incredibly right.

"I love you too," he whispered. His voice didn't waver, not in the slightest.

***** I was reading through the avatar archive and this idea just suddenly came to me out of nowhere.

So yea… as you can see, even the most basic of these "sensual" scenes are not my forte. I didn't think it sounded as passionate as I was going for but… oh well!

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~Moonlit- Silhouette