Kitchens are meant to be hot, smelly, sticky, and filled with screaming. And even during the middle of the night, that description still applies. However, during the day, the kitchen is hot because of the flames; it's smelly because of the concoctions; it's sticky because of the tangy sauces; and it's filled with screaming because chefs are barking orders or novice bakers are burning their fingers on hot trays. Yet, at night, a kitchen is hot because two lovers are going at it, stoking flames while accidentally firebending in the heat of passion; it's smelly with the aroma of ejaculate and sweet-smelling foodstuffs; it's sticky because of chocolate syrup and whipped cream; and it's filled with screams of ecstasy, pleads of faster, faster! bouncing around the pot-lined walls.
Zuko was panting, face doused in a sheen of glistening sweat as the cooking fires roared around him and his lover. Today, Katara wasn't only cocoa-colored, she was cocoa-coated. Melty smears of chocolate sauce dripped off her pert nipples and into the valley between her breasts. The syrup river continued downward, pooling in her navel. The Fire Lord was more than happy to clean up his lover's filthy tummy and tits; and he only needed one tool to complete his task—his tongue.
He was licking away, smoothing over each nipple until it returned to its pinkish-brown hue. His tongue continued into her valley, stroking gently against her skin before sliding back into his mouth.
If he enjoyed the taste of chocolate before…fuck, he loved it now.
His slick tongue darted back up her other breast, slurping up the remnants of chocolate sauce until both nipples were finally cleaned. They were still sticky and would need more attention later, but they were clean enough.
Gently guiding his tongue down across her abdomen, Zuko lapped up the last of the sauce and listened to the sound of an aerosol can.
Katara was giggling and dousing her sensitive nipples in another form of sensual food. Zuko growled above her, lips and chin smeared with chocolate from his last adventure.
"Bad girl," he said, golden eyes hungrily watching the dusty pebbles disappearing under a mountain of white froth. "I'm just going to have to keep cleaning you off."
"Hmmmm," Katara smiled, popping the tip of the whipped cream can into her mouth. She squirted a bit inside and smacked her lips, feeling rather naughty and far too turned on.
Her panties were dripping wet with her enthusiasm, but Zuko had insisted that they just take off their shirts. And though she wasn't disappointed with the game they were presently playing—who would, when Zuko's tongue was so dangerously warm and felt so good against her skin?—she desperately wanted to be flipped over and fucked mercilessly from behind.
Blue eyes rolled into the back of her head when Zuko swirled his tongue around her areola once more. When all of the cream was consumed, he popped the nipple out and continued to the other one.
"Oooooooh," she gasped, dropping the can and entangling her fingers in her lover's black locks.
Zuko snatched the can and nibbled on the white tip. He bent it with his teeth and a spurt of white foam cascaded into his mouth. He swiped his tongue from side to side and swallowed before upending the can over his own chest. "Time to return the favor."
Katara jumped at the opportunity, pressing her lips against the white trail. Her tongue flicked out of her mouth, steadily verging downward and into the thick, yet trimmed, expanse of dark hair puckering out of Zuko's waistband. She could feel his raging hard-on through the thin fabric of his pants and looked up, cerulean eyes practically begging for permission.
"Not yet, babe," Zuko cooed, smearing a dollop of chocolate sauce on her nose. He licked the mess off and peppered sticky kisses down her cheek until he found her lips.
Sweet saliva bounced from one mouth to the other, tongues trashing violently. When the pair broke their heated kiss after a few moments, ropes of chocolate-colored spit dangled precariously between them.
Neither bothered to do anything about the tendrils of saliva and instead smashed their lips together once more, rolling tongues between each other's lips as their attentions increased.
"Mmmm," Katara moaned into his mouth, circling and flicking her tongue against Zuko's.
Zuko's tacky fingers wrapped around her back and pulled her off the island she was resting on. He flipped her around and pulled off her skirt and leggings. Bare-assed and whimpering, Katara was as beautiful as ever.
The flames from the stoves ignited once more, crimson tendrils rolling over the cookware as the Fire Lord slowly lost control over his bending. He took a deep breath and snapped the waistband of his pants down.
He knew that it was nighttime and that the early-morning kitchen staff would soon arrive for their shifts. They had already taken so much time lathering each other up in thick coatings of chocolate sauce and whipped cream, and he needed to be fast.
"Tell me what you want," he purred, smacking a sticky hand into the small of her back, forcing her tummy into the island a little more.
Katara gasped and spread her legs a little wider, hoping that Zuko would just take the invitation. Her breasts were stuck to the island, hard nipples pressed tightly against the cold steel. Even standing like this was a huge turn-on. Zuko's hand against the small of her back was exceedingly warm and the smell of chocolate sauce and whipped cream wafted throughout their entire area.
He pressed harder against her back and she moaned.
"F-fuck me," she begged, lips against the counter. Her tongue darted across her lips. Shit, they tasted delicious; a mixture of salty sweat, chocolatey cocoa, and sweet cream.
Zuko snorted and leaned his torso against her back. In either hand, he had the can of cream and the bottle of freshly-concocted, warm sauce. He doused her back and leaned down to lick off the mess.
Katara mewled beneath his dancing tongue, feeling every single lap and graze. "Please," she beseeched, closing her eyes and clenching her chocolatey fists. "Please, Zuko!"
He wanted her to beg a little more, but he looked up and noticed that the clock was steadily ticking away. He had about five more minutes until the first shift kitchen crew arrived. And with that time, they needed to clean up their mess, too.
"We need to be quick," he urged, sliding a hand between her legs. Even though he knew she was soaking wet, he wanted to tease her a little bit. So he inserted one careful digit, eyes still on the clock. If he timed everything correctly, he could have her orgasming in less than a minute. And then he could have his sweet fill of her.
The digit circled inside her pussy, inching further and further inside. He was deep and he swirled his digit dangerously while pulling out.
"Oh! Oh! Zuko!" Katara panted against the island.
He reinserted his finger and wiggled it generously, fingernail curling against her g-spot. Once he stilled his wiggles, he pressed against that little spot and fondled it, rolling the tip of his finger over it until Katara writhed against his hand.
Cum poured into the palm of his hand, but the Fire Lord was merciless. He continued his assault and the waterbender bucked her hips against him, desperation behind her antics.
"Please, please, please!" she screamed, jerking her butt against the junction of his hips. She could feel his erect member against her crack, tip playfully shaking against the small of her back.
Golden eyes glanced at the clock and he hissed at the minute hand. A full minute had passed and he didn't know if he could finish with the time he had left. But he had to try.
It was quick; he withdrew his drenched hand, jutted backward, and then slammed home, pushing Katara's sticky body forward on the kitchen island as he lurched. She was deliciously tight and warm; fantastically wet and subtly clenching around his length. He circled his member inside her and she moaned underneath him, closing her eyes. Zuko wound his fingers through hers, clutching each digit separately between his.
As he pulsated, he clamped down on her hands. In and out…circle, clench. In and out…circle, clench.
Katara groaned and bit her bottom lip, drawing the flesh into her mouth so she could stifle her noises.
Zuko was panting against her ear, blocking out the sound of the flames on the cooktop burning brighter behind them. The raspy breaths also obstructed the sounds of a nearby door opening, allowing a sizeable work party into the kitchen.
The lights snapped on and the lovers stopped their antics, like deer-gazelles caught in lamplight.
"Sweet Agni!" somebody gasped.
"I knew it!" another one said.
"Oh my!"
Katara elbowed her lover, throwing him to the side as more and more kitchen staff wandered inside. A variety of men and women clad in white, freshly-bleached robes stopped at the entranceway, a medley of tawny, brown, and hazel eyes bashfully looking at the pair of teenagers before quickly darting away. Graciously, some covered their eyes; others looked away fondly, remembering their own youthful antics. One man flat out ogled the pair, golden eyes crinkling upward and filled with and odd form of perverted delight.
"Zuko!" she hissed, heaving her pants up. "Get dressed!"
"I'm not done, yet," he snapped, tossing a wild glare up at the clock. He still had two minutes until those people were scheduled to show up.
"Doesn't matter," she snarled through gritted teeth. "We can finish later." She tied her shirt and blushed at the male head chef. "S-sorry about this," she stammered. Her blue eyes flicked to the pot that had been simmering since they arrived. It was filled with chocolate and had been the cause of their delightful experience. "Your chocolate sauce is really, really good!"
The man snorted, a tad bit disgusted but a little bit amused. He looked at the mess on his kitchen island, knowing that his staff would be bleaching the shit out of everything as soon as the pair of lovers disappeared.
Zuko tied his pants, still mumbling incoherent words until Katara grabbed his hand and hurriedly bypassed the kitchen staff. She blocked her face as she walked by, ashamed and embarrassed since they had been so blatantly caught by so many people.
When they were finally in the deserted hall, Zuko snatched his hand away and noticed that it was quite painful since they were practically stuck together.
"I wasn't finished yet, Katara," he growled, eyes glowing a dangerous shade.
"Well, Zuko," she huffed, cheeks still pink, "we're all sticky. How about some bath time fun?"
The Fire Lord's face broke into a small grin and he scampered after his frisky little waterbender. Above them, a single thistle of mistletoe drooped teasingly from the ceiling.
Almost didn't make it! But I did! Whew! Sorry, but I may have accidentally gone to bed at 8:30pm last night, instead of 10:00pm. So I got a little bit behind.
If you liked this, review! Bath or shower next chapter, folks? Your choice!