Whichever Zuko pairing you like, you may insert. I had a certain pairing in mind while writing this, myself, but ... It's up to you. Hence the lack of name-mentioning.

Be warned; this content may not be suitable for younger viewers. I rate it Teen+.

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"I never thought I'd see you again," she murmured gently into his ear. She pressed herself closer to him, longing for his scent of warmth and storm.

His breath escaped him in a hot rush. "I never thought I'd see you again," he answered, reiterating her observation in a passionate whisper. His hands travelled over her soft waist, his fingers nestling in the warm crook just above her navel.

She sucked in a quick breath at the feeling of his touch--a touch she had gone without for far too long.

Eyes closed with a fluttering of lashes, she leant her head close to his neck, trailing her lips over his warm skin. Such warm skin... Warmer than could be deemed 'natural.' She sighed softly against his neck, her breath warm to match his skin.

The feeling that his life had suddenly regained meaning careened, uncontrolled, into his soul, crashing inside of him with a blunt force that literally shook the core of his being.

Her warm skin alone against him was enough to send him into a devolving wave of tremors. Now he could feel her soft lips brushing the now-hot skin of his neck, moving slowly up to his jawline...

The feelings! The feelings were enough to incapacitate him!

Cold shivers slipped down his spine and a great, burning weight centered itself within his chest. Hot and tense, cool and light... It was maddening!

He had to close his eyes, take in a soothing breath. No. He wouldn't let these long-missed feelings overwhelm him; not now. Now was not the time.

But her gentle hand clasped tighter against his opposite shoulder, and her head buried itself closer against his trembling skin.

No, she was trembling.

She was trembling.

Or was he trembling as well?

He was shivering almost imperceptibly against her. But then again, her shivers were strong enough to cause the illusion of his trembling, so she disregarded it. The only thing that mattered was that they were finally together again. Finally. She caressed his firm, tensed arm with her hand, breathing deeply of the smell of his skin, pushing herself closer to him.

He shifted, and she fell slowly, softly, gently against his front.
Her body against his.
Completely.

The breath he had been inadvertently holding escaped his lips in a shuddering gasp, and his hands slipped around her waist to hold her tight against him.

She made a soft noise that almost sounded like a controlled sob, pressing her arms over his shoulders and around his neck.

She cradled the back of his head, running her fingers over his soft black hair, her touch no longer obstructed by the old familiar obstacle.

He was drowning in her touch. He sincerely felt that he could quite possibly die from the utterly raw feeling that pervaded his veins.

It was for this reason that he spread his fingers out along her waist, running his heat-imbued hands over her skin slowly, enticing her to drown in the heat of the same feeling she'd been submitting him to.

She relented.

Waves of hot feeling slipped inside her as she felt him begin to caress her, his warm, long, powerful fingers training themselves close to her skin, pressing her even closer to his body.

His body! Blessed heat that was his body. She wanted to melt against the gentle, powerful heat that comprised him...

She wanted to melt into it, become a part of it, constantly within him and around him and upon him--always close to him, always near to him.

Her trembling intensified as his hands slipped up around her shoulder blades, the heat of his touch radiating through the thin fabric of her cut chemise.

She lifted her head to look into his eyes, her hair cascading down around her shoulders.

He was gazing at her.

His eyes were roiling with something hot, something molten. Churning.

His gaze was hungry. Starving. Parched and desirous, drinking her in with a thirst that was unimaginably intense, which simply added to its fiery power.

She gazed into those heavy-lidded eyes for an interminable amount of time, contemplating them, fastened to them by the heat and energy they radiated.

The feeling of desperate hands on her lower back caught her mind and detached her from his flaming eyes.

She responded to his touch by pressing her body against his in a slow but unmistakable grind, noting hazily the intensification of the stir in his eyes.

And the thirst extended itself to her, as she met his eyes once more.

It was as though the two of them couldn't satiate themselves with any of these desperate deliberations: no slow, tempting caresses or loving glances could satisfy.

The heat in his chest had long since expanded to fill his entire body.

She was suffocating in the heat that had suddenly discovered her.

He twisted his body up against her and lifted his head.
He sought her lips with his, pushing her tight to his body.

He found them, and met them.

Her lips welcomed his, and the reserve of her soul melted at the heat he'd returned to her.

He felt her body calm against him as their lips touched together, and he allowed his mind a release, his soul a respite.

She was here.

He was here.

And love pervaded.

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