Falling, Fallen

Chapter 18: A Dance

Warning some Smut in this chapter.

"Katara?" Zuko called walking out to the cool night air. She looked to him from her place in the sand. "What are you doing out here?" He wondered sitting down next to her. "She hushed him and pointed off to the distance. He listened. The faint noise from music was coming from town. Katara smiled. "It almost makes you want to dance huh." Zuko shrugged in response while Katara only raised an eyebrow. "Don't tell me you hate dancing." "And what if I do?" Zuko challenged with a smirk. "I might have to divorce you right now." They both laughed. "But seriously you don't dance?" "We don't dance much in the Fire Nation." The man shrugged. "So you can't dance at all?" "I never said I couldn't I just said we don't." "Mhmm."
He stood up and held a hand out, Zuko wasn't gonna be told he didn't know how to do something. Katara took his hand ready to call his bluff.
Zuko's right hand landed to her waist as his left still held her hand as the song changed to a familiar toon he had heard a couple times. He tried to think of the dance instead of wondering what her skin felt like under her dress. Wether it was just as soft as the silk of her dress, and just as smooth.
As they moved Zuko couldn't help but laugh Katara was not as graceful as she was when she was bending but as always she learned quick and was soon gliding a long with his movements, recognizing the steps and pattern. To throw her off Zuko added in some spins and turns to throw her off. Soon they were both laughing as Katara would miss a step or be caught off guard. As they spun on they seemed to dance slower and closer, Zuko's hand dropped hers and slid up to cradle her face and the other wound around her resting at the small of her back. "The music stopped." He whispered. "Hmm?" She hummed not really even listening. "The music is done." "Oh." Katara blinked before putting space between them."Well that was fun I think I'm gonna head to bed then goodnight." She said before basically running off into the house. "Uh ya goodnight."
When the firebender got the the room he saw her laying on one side of the bed her back facing him. Sighing he grabbed a pillow and went for the couch. Katara looked over her shoulder wanting to call him back but thought better of it before laying back down. Both feeling slightly disappointed.
The days passed and they continued to get more comfortable with being around each other.
"You're really getting better." Zuko smiles at her after their evening sparing session. "I thought maybe I was just getting tired when we sparred yesterday but you've learned a lot this last week." "Well I had a good teacher." She said a blush crept up Zuko's neck as he looked away. "Oh it was nothing I-" but he was cut off by a splash of water soaking him. Stunned he turned to look at Katara, who stood knee deep in the water looking innocently at him then grinned widely at him before she splashed him some more. "Oh is that how it is?" "What are you gonna do about it your highness?" Katara mock bowed at the Fire Lord who raised a challenging eyebrow. "Those be fighting words." She laughed at his response and then splashed him again. Zuko waisted no time running after her as she ran away. It wasn't long before she squealed as he caught her wrapping his arms around her middle. They both laughed as she squirmed in his arms. "You can't escape me Katara. I'll follow you wherever you go." She stilled in his arms turning around setting her hands on her bare chest and looked up at him. "Do you swear to?" After a moment he nodded. "I don't want to be without you Katara." The waterbender looked at him remembering those words from so long ago. Zuko bent down and put his forehead to hers. They sat like that a moment before she pulled back and slowly ran her hands how his chest until she grabbed his hands in hers intertwining their fingers. Katara slowly started walking back towards the house.
As they shut the door behind them Katara manages to trip over her own feet no doubt killing the mood. But before she actually hits the floor Zuko's hands grab her and pull her back to him. Zuko sucked in a breath and a blush covered Kataras face as the his hands gripped her bare waist and hers landed on his biceps.
Zuko leaned forward water dripped from his hair and fell onto her as he turned his face toward her neck and slowly pressed his lips to it. She shuddered. "Zuko." He lifted his head and Katara turned to meet his eyes as he grabbed her face in his hands. The waterbenders eyes darted from his to his lips every few seconds. "Zu-" She started to say again before his lips crashed to hers. Katara spread her palms over his chest, her lips compliant molding to his before finally his hands dipped from her neck to the back of her thighs gripping them, pulling them to wrap around his waist. Obeying his actions she wrapped both arms and legs around him holding on as he carried her down the hall to the bedroom not daring to take his lips from hers.
Kicking the door shut behind him, Zuko laid them down on the bed then began to let his roam exploring all the dips and curves of body. Kataras fingers raked down him before hooking his pants before desperately trying to untie them. Which only became harder when his lips left hers and went to her neck.
"Zu-Zuko," Katara breathed pushing up her so that his wet chest mashed against hers. Zuko cursed the bindings that separated their skin but even still the firebender smirked against her skin loving the way she says his name in this moment.
Zuko sucked in a breath of air when he felt her hand slip between his hands and him and felt her slowly caress him making his hips instantly jerk forward. Amusement tugged at Kataras lips she never expected him to respond so strongly, arousal pressing instantly to the palm of her hand. Liquid fire pooled in her belly and between her thighs as Zuko snaked under her bottom lifting her up so the other could undo her bindings around her breast.
Zuko was determined to make up for lost time and not let her go this time. His tongue darted out to trace Katara's bottom lip, and she parted them to allow him entrance; tongues dancing in a heated frenzy. Katara hummed approvingly. "How long are you going to make wait?" Katara teased, licking her swollen lips and panting when they pulled away. Zuko growled, the vibrations rippled from his chest, trying to get the damn binding off. Finally he lifted it from her body before removing her bottom ones too throwing them to the floor where his joined soon after.

He was hard against one of her tights, demanding her attention. But now was not the time. The hastiness from before was gone and replaced with something new. He searched her face looking for any sign that she changed her mind or didn't want this as bad as he did. She chewed on her lip needing to confess. "Zuko..I..I never..." Katara stuttered not sure how to explain she'd never been in this situation before. But he'd seemed to get the message as he gave her a smile. "We don't have to go any further if you don't want to." "No I do! I just don't know...how or..it's just I've never." Zuko couldn't help but laugh lightly as she rambled on in incomplete sentences. He leaned forward and kissed her deeply. "If it hurts and you want me to stop say the word ok." She nodded.
Suddenly his mouth gapes open, overcome by tight, wet heat as he slowly eased in. Zuko trembled, forcing himself to focus on Katara rather than basking in the feel of her warmth. Pulling back with a low guttural groan, Zuko slowly goes back into her, Katara biting her lip with a muffled cry made him stop all together thinking she was in pain but before he could ask it was like she read his mind. "No. No, I'm good...so good, keeping going...please."
He does just that, slowly almost teasingly. Zuko lifts Katara's left leg up to his hip, giving him just the right angle. They caressed, kissed and learned each other's bodies like carefully tracing a map. Then she was close...so close. The blunt of her nails buried into the softness of Zuko's shoulder. Back arched, head thrown back, legs quaking, and eyes shut tight, Katara sobbed broken moans; becoming enraptured by her strong orgasm he followed soon after his forehead pressed against hers. Her head lulled, cerulean eyes fluttered open to catch gold gazing at her, breath coming in as shallow pants. Then he kissed her; slow yet hard, desperate yet sensual. Zuko was entranced by every part of Katara, the sweet scent of her perfume as her lips slid erotically against his own, her broken sighs, her burning gaze. The air was thick with the scent of sex and smoldering with heat. And through it all, Zuko could only think of one thing: how utterly and deeply he was in love with this woman.
Katara searches his face, taken aback by his change in demeanor. There was no complaints on her end. The way he stared at her made her heart skip beat. And so, Zuko hugged her close, burying his nose in her neck, sending feather-like kisses and nibbles down the curve of her neck until they met her shoulder. They took a moment to gather themselves, using the opportunity to place chaste kisses along one another's cheeks, lips and jawlines. Zuko wanted to tell her he loves her, that he might have always loved her, that this was more than sex- more than just a spark of lure. But the words hold back, stuck in his throat so he held her close as he pulled the covers over them.