Katara laughed as she was pressed against the wall of his dorm room. He murmured that his roommate wouldn’t be back for at least three hours. Although what he had said wasn’t romantic, the way he had said it caused Katara to have goose bumps, his hot breath rolling down her neck. She moaned as he pressed himself between her thighs. His lips met her neck, placing searing kisses along her neck and moving downwards. Her hands found his hair and clinched his locks. Her heavy-lidded glazed eyes noticed a picture on the wall… it was of Zuko with his girlfriend, Jin… it almost mirrored the one that was on her own wall of her and Jet. Normally, one would expect to be overwhelmed by guilt at being kissed by a man who was in a relationship with another woman, especially when she had her own boyfriend as well… but instead, a tingle was sent up her spine, causing her to moan in excitement.

Zuko’s hips shifted and thrust out forward as his hand traveled up her shirt, his hand resting at her bosom. Katara’s back rose from the wall and her chest puffed out as Zuko’s hand worked on her right breast, kneading it and pinching her nipple every so often. Zuko’s mouth reluctantly left her neck, only to be satisfied with meeting her mouth. Their tongues danced together as Katara finally wielded the upper hand for a moment as she began pushing Zuko back toward the bed… the dominance didn’t last long though, he turned it around so he fell on top of her onto his bed. Katara’s hands found his belt buckle and began fumbling with it. Zuko panted as he broke the kiss to stare down at Katara’s nimble hands as she tried to unbutton his pants. She finally undid his belt and got down to business, shoving his pants down, with his boxers with it. Zuko purred seductively as he lifted Katara’s shirt over her head, a little tinkling noise was heard from the necklace she wore, the necklace Jet had bought her… Zuko felt a pressure in his tail bone that formed into a shiver that trailed up his spine; he smashed his lips against hers as she finished taking his shirt off as well.

Zuko managed to slip her pants off with ease and quickly discarded her underwear. Katara flushed as Zuko slipped a finger in, testing the area, like he usually did. Katara, at first, knew that was doing so to prepare her for him, then the second time they did it and now… he did it again… she was beginning to think he did it just for pleasure… which she was wasn’t complaining at that. Katara bucked against the two fingers that were inside of her, proving to him that she didn’t want his fingers… she wanted more than that and Zuko was happy to comply to that request as he gently took her into his arms and pressed into her.

The age old dance between the two was gentle at first, a slow moving wave of passion and love, but climax forced them to move deeper and quicken the pace, despite if they had wanted to keep going at such a slow pace. Katara shivered as she stared at the portrait, Zuko shuddered as his eyes were trained on the necklace. They both pounded into each other fiercely as they climaxed. Katara breathed a ragged sigh as Zuko slowly eased himself to lay down on her, allowing her to adjust to his weight. Katara frowned and played with her necklace and Zuko merely stared over at the picture of Jin on his night stand, placed neatly beside an old picture of him and his childhood friends. Both of them shivered and let out a ragged sigh, they looked at each other and chuckled.

The shuddering feeling they had both felt was a guilty pleasure, and they supposed that sooner or later that shiver would soon leave… the picture would soon be gone and the necklace discarded, but for now, this was all a part of the thrill, and it felt damn good.