ZW 2011 -- 4 Secret

"You look ravishing." Zuko whispered to his dark skinned lover. The woman blushed, flooding her tan cheeks with an adorable shade of crimson. "You don't look so bad yourself." Katara replied in a sultry voice. Zuko bent over her and began nibbling on her exotic colored skin. She began giggling, a little loudly.

"Shh." Zuko scolded her in a chuckle. "They'll hear us!" Katara sucked on a breath as Zuko ground his teeth against her flesh. "Does this not give you the same rush it gives me?" She whispered.  Zuko chuckled deep in his throat. It vibrated through his body, all the way to Katara's.

"I get a rush love, but not the one your thinking of." Katara's laugh was accompanied by another blush. Her fingers danced underneath his shirt. She traced the hard lines of his abs with lust. She felt him shudder deliciously under her teasing touch.

For a split second, Zuko's warmth left her, then it was back, but now, his shirt was gone. Katara drank in his chiseled form with thirsty eyes. All of that fire bending and swordplay paid off, big time. "Zuko." Katara whined as Zuko's lips grazed across her hot skin.

He nudged her tunic open, allowing him access to her voluptuous curves. "I want you." He mumbled against her collar bone. She gasped as his breath tickled her skin. Her hands couldn't stop tracing him. Her fingertips brushed the top of his pants and he shuddered. "Don't tease me." He begged.

"I'm not." Katara whispered, untying his pant strings. Zuko's eyes widened. This was bold, even for Katara. They had been meeting secretly for the past couple of weeks, and it was getting harder and harder for them to hide it. He had slipped up a couple of nights ago and left a hickey on her neck. They had to come up with some story about her being bit by a bug or something.

"Katara, are you sure?" He asked, not believing her, but at the same time, wanting her so bad it ached. "Shh." She demanded. "Don't make me rethink this." She asked him before forcing her lips against his. They crashed like lava hitting the ocean.

Hands moved without destination, hoping to find hidden treasures. Lips moved without care, crashing against skin of alabaster and mocha. Limbs mingled in previously thought impossible ways.

They woke in a heap in the forest.  "Remember," Katara whispered. "This is our little secret."