A/N: Some Jetara fluff to fill my bingo card. Prompt: "secret fantasy."

Disclaimer: I do not own Avatar: the Last Airbender.

Warnings: Jetara and mild sexual references.


The False Promise
By: Nuit Songeur


Katara's intuition of romance or other infatuated feelings didn't arise until the day they met Jet. Sure, she would gossip with her grandmother about imaginary boys that would come and sweep her off her feet. But those were just for fun; she'd never put serious thought into it unless she wanted to entertain herself while washing clothes. But Jet… Jet brought something out in her. The way his hand felt against hers was different, almost unnatural. It wasn't like her father's or mother's hand, wasn't like Sokka's hand, and it definitely wasn't like Aang's hand.

No, when Jet took hers as they ascended to the hideout of the Freedom Fighters, it was warm, almost burning, and it made her more alert to Jet's smell, an earthy yet sharp scent that filled her nostrils with a stinging sensation. It almost made her stomach roll it was so overwhelming, but not in the least displeasing. Instead, it made her cheeks blush and her mind conjure up thoughts that Katara would have previously considered as… not right.

He was tall and certainly handsome. The way he smiled at her made her stomach flutter unevenly as she yearned to do something to please him. Briefly, she was concerned whether such infatuated devotion could be healthy but then quickly dismissed it from her mind.

During their stay, she would always be lulled to sleep with visions of him towering over her, whispering sweet promises in her ear. It made goose bumps rise on her arms and a shiver to run down her spine. She'd imagine her name being issued from his lips.

Katara…

Maybe that was why it hurt so much, to know he had lied to her. It meant the promises were a lie too.


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-NuitSongeur