Beauty in the Beast (Zutara)

Chapter Fourteen

A/N: Hi there. It's me again. I'll try and work on updates and everything. But keep in mind, I work in healthcare. SO...um yeah.....I'm a busy, BUSY lady. Please be patient and most importantly, please take care of yourselves. 

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What the fuck did I just do? He groaned, flopping against the hospital bed, his knuckles falling victim to rapping against the metal frame of the bed as he stared up at the ceiling as his lips tingled at the reminiscence of the feeling of her against his lips, the silkiness that ran through her fingers and the way she melted against him in heated fervor. The way his heart raced as sounds of pleasure bubbled from her throat as he slid his tongue into her mouth, the eager way she let him in and the gentle scent of her hair falling from her shoulder almost as to cloak them from accidental eyes. He shook his head clasping it desperately trying to stop the rapid thoughts. His heart beat quickly against his chest his eyes widening unaware of the familiar scent of Jasmine flowing around him.

"I can't think like this." He said to himself. "This was just some weird fluke, some weird inconsistency that'll probably never happen again." Clasping his eyes shut, he thought back to Mai's lips on his, how soft they were and the cute way they trembled before fully meeting his. How she took initiative and took claim of his lips time and time again. A cool hand was placed on his head, shock forcing his eyes open as he looked at the blue-eyed woman's kind yet concerned face as she sat on the edge of his bed. After a moment of silence, turned his head to the side, nose scrunching at the strength of Jasmine that had overtaken the room.

"You really shouldn't be here. At least be with your daughter, if you're going to be anywhere." Pulling his pillow over his head, he shut his eyes once more. Besides, any form of Katara is the last thing I need to see right now. Over time, the smell faded as he let out a heavy sigh slowly letting himself drift to sleep.

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The taste of his lips burned against hers as she delicately touched them with the pads of her fingers. The memory striking a hot chord shooting down electrifying chills down her spine. Shaking her head, she pushed down the vivid phantom touch of his slightly chapped lips against hers the roughness from his callouses against her skin. The gentle way his tongue slid his way into her mouth. Stopping mid walk, she took a deep breath pushing her hands towards the floor almost as if she were pushing that event away from her head. Calm down, Katara. She chided herself. It didn't mean anything; it was just a heat of the moment. He's been stir crazy. She began moving again, her feet urging her to go faster as she made her way home. Still, she was unable to stop the tips of her fingers from igniting the feeling all over again once they made contact with her lips. Picking up the pace, Katara began a light jog the rest of her way home. I need to just relax, maybe take a cold shower and—

"Katara!" Her eyes widened noting the bright-eyed boy, a big toothy grin stretching at his face upon sight. Sokka looked up to see his sister at the door frame, her clothes and hair slightly disheveled. Her chest rising and falling at an uneven rate. He raised an eyebrow as Aang's grin faded morphing into look of concern.

"H-Hey, Aang."

"You...you alright?" Sokka asked looking his sister up and down for moment. Katara nodded and moved off the doorframe heading towards the stairs.

"Yeah, just wanted to be home." She answered, a smile tugging on her lips. The older brother's eyes narrowed a bit as he watched her.

"Are you sure?" He asked. "You look a little off." Quickly, she nodded once more.

"Yeah, yeah!" She retorted, "Totally fine!" With that she made her way upstairs. Aang pushed off the couch only to be stopped by Sokka.

"Let it go, Aang. She probably got in an argument with Zuko or something." He shrugged. "Just let her cool off." Aang sighed and sat back on the couch.