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Hot as Ice and Cold as Fire	By : Eternal21Luna Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > Het - Male/Female > Katara/Zuko Views: 13579 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Avatar: The Last Airbender, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Hot as Ice and Cold as Fire
- 2-Kiss the Flame
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July 5th, 2005
Eternal Luna

Disclaimer: Avatar is not mine.

Author’s notes: taking requests! Will do: Teen Titans, Avatar, Kim Possible, Danny Phantom and maybe Fairly Odd Parents. E-mail me at Eternal21Luna@gmail.com. I’ll give idea credit to the author and send an e-mail to let them know.

Chapter Two

Katara rested on Appa’s back, looking up at the blue, blue sky. She was still thinking about her encounter with Zuko. She absentmindedly put her hand to her lips, running the length. Truth be told, she had enjoyed the kiss very much. She wanted to kiss him again. Or maybe more than just a kiss...

“Katara, brace yourself we’re landing now.” Aang warned her. Katara sat up, embedding her hands in the giant bison’s thick fur to steady herself. She chuckled as Sokka waved his arms around wildly, slipping and sliding as he attempted to keep his balance. That was Sokka for you. Always goofing off. . . though it made for a good laugh on her and Aang’s part.

“Okay, Prince Zuko shouldn’t be able to catch us for a while if we stay here.” Aang said, smiling and nodding at the thick woods surrounding them. Katara shuddered slightly. Yes, Zuko wouldn’t catch them, but the forest was so thick that the leaves of the trees blocked out the sun and it felt like she’d awakened in some cold place in the middle of the night.

“It’s kind of dark though, isn’t it?” She said uneasily.

“We can fix that if you go find some fire wood.” Sokka told her cockily. Katara scowled at him, and stomped off to attend to the task. Whether she liked it or not, fire was the only way to bring light into this forest she was starting to hate so very much.

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“Prince Zuko, I have dinner for you.” The teenage prince’s head shot up as he heard the annoying voice of his uncle. With a sigh, he pulled the steel door open and let the elderly man in.

“Can I help you?” He asked, giving him a sour look. He had been thinking about Katara, and felt resentful about being interrupted.

“Come, I’m an old man with few years left. You wouldn’t deny a dying old man dinner with his favorite nephew?” Iroh said with a chuckle.

“Old and dying my ass.” Zuko grumbled under his breath. He reluctantly sat down, and poked the meal of rice, pomegranate, and tender veal placed before him. The fire prince took a sip of water from a golden, jeweled goblet. He had decided he liked water best since kissing Katara. It reminded him of her, and it was very refreshing. And much better tasting than that blasted tea his uncle insisted on shoving down his throat most of the time.

“So, what have you been doing in here all day? You didn’t even leave for lunch!” Iroh scolded, attempting to spark a conversation.

“The Avatar is nearby. We need to find him and finally catch him. How the hell does he keep slipping through his fingers?!?!” Zuko shouted, more to himself than anyone else. If nothing else, it would be nice to catch up with Katara again. Yes, he would turn the Avatar into his father and come home with honor. And that other boy they were with, he’d take care of him too before taking Katara as a wife. Normally a late sleeper, the prince had a feeling he’d want to wake up as soon as possible if what he was awakening to was her beautiful face.

And would give her beautiful things to. The wife of the Fire Lord deserved such. Dresses made of silk and lace, gem stones the size of her head. Whatever she wanted. Except perhaps tea. He was not going to have any tea in his household if it killed him.

“Prince Zuko, the Avatar has been spotted on Squalor Island. Shall we dock?” A red-armor clad solider asked from the doorway. Zuko forgot to get angry about interrupted as he took in the good news.

“Yes! Dock immediately! I’ll search the island....alone.” He said, dashing out towards the dock. This might his only chance to get the girl. And he wouldn’t forgive himself if he passed this up. Iroh watched his nephew go, a little concerned about his. He understood Zuko’s reasoning, but this was getting to be a bit of an unhealthy obsession.

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Katara shivered in the night. If it was bad before, it was positively brutal now. She thought of the warmth Zuko radiated. She was beginning to wonder if it was just something that came with being a firebender. She missed the warmth.

Snap

Katara jerked as she heard the sound of twigs snapping underfoot, and leaves crunching. It was soft, and she had to strain to hear. The girl did not make a move. She didn’t scream, she just waited. And it time, a body clad in red armor and clothing appeared, hands bright with yellow flames to light his path, golden eyes surveying the scene.

“Katara.” He said calmly, gaze penetrating her very core. She pulled her blanket closer around her body. Every muscle tensed, preparing to run but what was the use? She couldn’t escape him if she tried, and not just for physical reasons. Katara watched him approach her. He towered above the girl, making her feel smaller than usual.

“Don’t hurt Aang.” She pleaded, watching the startled look in his eyes.

“I have to capture him. I have to restore my honor. You know that.” He said, simply spitting the facts and not responding with any emotion. The young water bender responded by punching him in the stomach as hard as she could. “You little bitch!” He shouted angrily. Katara said nothing and ran.

The cold night air filled her lungs, chapping the flesh of her throat. She coughed and sputtered, tasting bile on her tongue. The waterbender screamed as she fell, a tree branch scraping her neck and making the pain even more unbearable. She let out a soft whimper as she saw a familiar firebender coming towards her.

“What, did you hurt yourself?” He scoffed, seeing the girl on the ground. She said nothing, looking up at him in wide eyed fear. He didn’t like provoking that kind of feeling in her.

Katara said nothing, but automatically placed her hand on her neck to block a weak spot. He got down to her level, and yanked her hand away to better observe the scratch. She shuddered slightly at the touch, but did not resist. The young prince frowned as he examined the small cut. He pressed he cloth of his shirt sleeve against it, trying to control the blood flow. Katara flinched and jerked away.

“Don’t touch me!” She shouted, trying make out his position in the ink of the night. She did not see his face fall, or the hurt from her actions.

“You’re hurt, you silly little girl. I was trying to help you.” He growled, frowning at her.

“Sorry.” She choked out, still searching for his face in the dark. “You surprised me. But I’m glad you found me. I’ve wanted to see you again.” She said quietly, waiting for him to reply.

“And I you.” He admitted somewhat grudgingly. He sent a spark into the air, giving just enough light long enough for him to see her. The Fire prince moved to be closer to the waterbender, and wrapped his arms tightly around her.

Katara made no move to pull away and enjoyed the warmth. The darkness surrounding her had been so cold, but his arms were so warm, so very warm. She felt safe in his arms. Katara bit back a small gasp as he nuzzled and kissed her neck, biting her earlobe.

“Mine.” He whispered possessively, pulled her closer against him. He was never going to let her go. Katara inhaled sharply. She found a strange comfort in this, and that scared her. He moved in front of her, capturing her lips hungrily. She responded more timidly, and moaned quietly as his tongue grazed her bottom lip. He pressed against her teeth, and at last she allowed entrance. He explored every corner of her mouth, tasting her as though she was the finest of wines. Katara was so caught up in what he was doing to her mouth, that she didn’t notice that he was pulling off her robe until she felt his finger tips brush against her breast.

“Oh!” She breathed, taken by surprise. She gave silent thanks for the darkness that hid her blushing face. He gave a slight notice to her gasp, and smiled. He was glad she was enjoying this; if she didn’t it wouldn’t be any fun, for him or her.

Katara allowed herself to lie down, giving him a better feel for her. She moaned quietly as his fingers rolled over her erect nipples, enjoying the warmth. She whimpered as he took her breast to his mouth, licking the nipple. The girl groaned as he bit down slightly.

Zuko pulled her closer, enjoying the waterbender’s groans. He loved the dark, loved the girl squirming beneath him. Only to himself did he admit that he would rather be with her that catching the Avatar. He pulled away from her chest, and kissing her lips again while allowing his hand to trail down her stomach, brushing the soft curls between her legs.

Katara moaned into his mouth, arching her back and grinding her hips against his hand. She cried out as he found her most sensitive spot, rubbing gently.

“That feels. . .so. . . good.” She groaned, her nails digging into the flesh of his back.

“Good.” He said. He began to gently rub her netherlips, and felt her grip tighten and the walls of her hot pussy tighten around. Oh, she was very close now, very close.

“Yes. . .” She hissed, feeling the pressure build up. Katara thrust her hips against his fingers, loving the feeling, loving the pleasure, and loving him for doing this to her. “Zuko!” She screamed out his name in ecstasy, digging her fingers in so deep that tiny cuts dotted his upper back. He listened to her heavy breathing, and also another sound .. . the sound of footsteps.

“Katara! Katara! Katara where are you?” Damn it all to hell! The tiresome twosome was on his tail. The fire prince stood up abruptly.

“You’re leaving?” Katara asked, looking hurt.

“Not without you.” He said, looking at her with a determined gaze. Before Katara had time to react, she was being dragged through the woods by her wrist, coated in the night. She eventually recognized the firebender’s ship, and started to protest but he either didn’t hear her or chose to ignore her. Katara fell onto his soft bed, blinking back sleep.

“Go to sleep.” He said, stroking the side of her face. And Katara was too dazed to do anything but listen to his command.
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