Zutara mini series

Chapter Ten (contains smut)

His head was pounding, cold sheets pooled around his waist and a head was resting on his chest. A familiar scent washed over him, but he was still too lost in his sleep to be able to pinpoint it. Hair tickled his sides and an arm hung loosely around him. He blinked several times to get adjusted to the harsh lighting and his vision spun. A warm brown figure cringed at him, her gentle hands holding his sides as she drooled in his chest. She seemed peaceful, a look he hadn't had the opportunity to cherish in the past. Her hair was wild as if it had been yanked off of their style and messed on purpose. Her cheeks were puffed up and her mouth slightly open. Her lashes kissed her cheeks and there was a youthfulness in her that wasn't usually present. She was breathing rhythmically and deeply as he felt her chest rise and fall against his side. Her flesh brushed him ever so slightly.

Wait... what? Was she naked? Was he naked? Did they do something last night? He pushed his brain to work but it did not cooperate with his bidding. He must be hungover. God, did he have his first sex with Katara while he was drunk? He lifted a bit the sheet that circled her. Yeah, she was definitely naked. He admired the arch of her back, her long legs that were tangled with his. His breath stuck in his throat as he noticed marks on her body, which he must have done. There were angry red handprints on her hips and her ass. Hickeys on her thighs and a bite mark on her shoulder. What did he do to her? Flashes of memories came to him slowly.

The sky was painted in light blue and green, entangled with each other. He had heard about this phenomenon when he was little but he never had the opportunity to witness it. Katara and him were sitting at the far side of the reception where they were unnoticed by the guests who were enamored by the newlyweds. They were currently drinking from a half-empty bottle of a strong wine that had gotten to his head about an hour ago. They were babbling about anything and everything as they snorted and giggled at everything they said. Goofy smiles plastered their faces as they continued with their elaborate game that he couldn't remember the rules of for the life of him. They got up as people got fewer and fewer and they headed towards his room while stumbling and singing at the top of their lungs about a legendary war hero named Sokka who met his true love.

After that there was a blank ... he could peace the next memory with this. Did he dream of it? Was it real? He hoped it was...

They stumbled into the room, as they kissed fervently. Their mouths disconnected and crashed harshly together. Her hands hurriedly worked on his shirt trying to get rid of it as her dress seemed to mock him, as the zipper got stuck. He grabbed her thighs, hoisting her up, and placing her against his waist. Her back hit the wall loudly. And they shushed each other before they started kissing again. Her legs wrapped around his as he dropped his clothes. His cock was standing tall and prominent, it seemed painful to her and she just wanted to feel it inside of her, in her mouth, between her legs, on her ass. Anywhere really, whatever he was willing to give her she would take it gratefully. He tore her panties and his hand fumbled a bit; before locating her clit. He started kissing her neck as the straps of her obnoxious dress fell. He sucked in her pulse point and he felt her heart race beneath his lips as her moans filled his ears.

He entered her smoothly. She was already wet for him and he might have commented on that if his world hadn't been blown away. His hips rutted into her in long languid moves. He bottomed out in her, even if it was a tight fit. He grabbed her ass as leverage and he started moving it against him. The contact between them was hard as she could feel bones rattling with his movements. Her mouth was permanently open, her mind too stunt to form a coherent thought besides Zuko Zuko Zuko. Her hand was lost in his hair as she gripped the raven-black strands for dear life. Her legs hung beside his. The only thing that was keeping her in place was the arm that held her ass. He tugged at her long hair causing a stream of moans. It was all too much, he was too much for her. She could feel every ridge of his cock inside her as he deliberately hit the same spot over and over, the one spot that made stars fly behind her eyes. He admittedly was the best sex she ever had, as he rocked her world. Too soon for her liking she was screaming his name as she gushed around him.

Zuko was breathing on her neck as he tried to will his body not to betray him as he rode out her orgasm. He placed her on the bed before gripping her ankle and dragging her to the edge of the bed. Her hair was a long steam over her head as her wide eyes locked to his. Her chest was heaving underneath her dress. He placed his hand next to her head as he leaned down on top of her. He smiled at her lovingly before placing a kiss on her forehead and moving downwards at one of the straps. He willed harmless embers on his lips as he placed them on the dress in the blink of an eye it was gone, turned to ashes and she gasped at the feeling of the cold air hitting her bare form. Her nipples peaked as the cold hit them suddenly and he smirked at her as he drank in her form. He sucked at the top of her breasts, at the side and bottom of them before taking one of the dark brown buds into his mouth. Licking and biting at them as she thrashed beneath him. She was losing her mind as her hands flew everywhere trying to find solace somewhere.

He trailed his lips south, on the top of her thighs which were tightly closed. He placed his hands on her knees as he sat on the floor, rubbing circles with his thumb there, trying to coax them open. But to no avail. He placed hickeys higher and higher, alternating between her legs as they opened more and more and he got lost between them. He placed a light kiss before placing his tongue flat against her and making a long swipe. He groaned at her taste as his eyes rolled backwards. He started eating her out rigorously, his tongue playing with her clit, entering her, collecting everything she was giving him. He got lost in her. His hearing was gone as her legs closed around him. Suffocating him and he would gladly die there if you asked him. He was on cloud nine. Her body lifted from the bed and moved wildly as he tried to keep her down. But nothing seemed to work. One of his hands abandoned her as he shaped her ass.

She jolted as the warm hand made contact with her. The impact left a delicious sting behind as he rubbed the place where his hand landed. She kicked his back, trying to get back at him or to let him know to do it again, she wasn't sure. But when he did it again she didn't want it to stop. Ever. At his hands, she felt like a goddess as he worshiped her. When she inevitably tipped over the edge he greedily drank her in. Her legs spasmed in his arms as he tried to calm her down. He got closer as he nestled between them and he nuzzled his nose against hers. His eyes scanned her face. She seemed like she was glowing in the moonlight. His cock was straining and his body was hating him for the blue balls he was causing but he didn't seem to give a flying fuck about them. Her arms crossed his shoulders and she rolled her hips against his cock. It was as if an electric shock rushed through him. He entered her for the last time and he sighed at the feeling of her. He moved slowly and hard as he held her head. Their mouths were open a breath away from the others and their breaths mingled.

Their skins were flushed and steam rolled off of him as sweat formed on his skin. Her hands travel on his back where she placed scratches. They were lost on the other and they couldn't seem to be able to take their eyes off of each other. His muscles gave out as he came inside off her and he felt distantly her own release staining his legs. He got out of her once he managed to catch his breath and he laid next to her and cuddled her into his chest. Running his finger through her long tangled hair, courtesy of his doing, sleep clung to him as he let himself get lost in his embrace.

She was starting to stir in his arms and his muscles locked in panic trying to prepare himself for her reaction.