When the sages had left, Katara looked around the dark room, crimson fabric draped everywhere with only a few candles lit to see by. She admitted to feeling a bit embarrassed and unsure with everyone knowing what they were to do. Though it was only the Sages who would really need to know to confirm the marriage legally binding. But with Toph being only a hall length away, it became really awkward and uncomfortable.

Zuko sensed her trepidation and walked up behind to put his arms around her, kissing her on the cheek and whispering in her ear, "We don't have to do this, Katara. We've already consummated this a while back. If you're unsure, we can always leave."

She turned in his arms and looked at his red marked face in the dancing candle light. Hs glowing eyes only added to the effect of the paint. He looked wild, almost ferocious, and enticing. She figured it was because of what they were given before they came into the room, but whatever the cause, it certainly did make her feel a bit more relaxed.

With his arms around her and his warmth caressing her body, she was beginning to feel the mood overtake her.

It definitely had been a long time.

She brought her arms up and untied the clasps at her neck, letting the front of the dress fall down. Zuko's eyes gleamed as he looked at her exposed body, warmth fling the room quickly. He closed the space between them by holding her close and taking her lips in his. Her hands rose to his armour now and she began to quickly undo the ties that bound them to his shoulders and chest.

The armour fell from him with a heavy thud onto the ground as Katara now went for the belt that held his shirt together. Zuko was moving his hands up and down her back, red paint beginning to smear onto her. He remembered the bracers that were on his forearms and untied them, dropping them behind her.

With his shirt finally open, Katara put her hands all over his strong body, leaving blue finger prints on his hot flesh. Her hands trailed from his shoulders, down his pectoral muscles, across his rippling abs, and down to his waist band, where she began to tug at the ties to his pants.

Zuko's fingers slid to the dress still hanging at her waist, fingertips finding their way underneath the fabric and sliding it down along the length of her hips before falling loosely around her ankles, leaving her completely nude. She reached up to undo the crown in his hair, as well as the veil in hers and let them drop to the floor. He shrugged himself out of his open shirt and let it fall from his shoulders and arms, continuing to passionately kiss his wife.

Katara pulled at his pants, willing them to come off. When she was beginning to have trouble with them, Zuko chuckled and grabbed her up into his arms, walking over to the large bed that accommodated the entirety of the room. Silken pillows and sheets covered in, the same crimson that matched everything else, including his paint. He chuckled quietly when he set her down on the mattress, seeing her blue paint left on his hands and knowing it would come off on the sheets. They'll have a fine time cleaning that off.

Kicking off his boots and cleverly untying the knot on his pants, Zuko slid the rest of his clothes off to the floor, crawling seductively up to Katara, hands at her sides and body hovering over her. She had one knee up and one laid out straight as she reached her hands across the sheets to find his. He moved up and leaned down to kiss her, his torso coming into contact with her knee, pushing it slightly out to the side.

The gesture made her instinctively spread her thighs apart, bending her other knee up and placing it at his side. Her heart pounded fiercely as she felt his body touch her inner legs, eagerness wetting her centre. She wanted him so bad, t was nearly painful. She remembered their first time, but it was hazy, her fatigue causing her to forget a good portion of what went on. But she definitely remembered the gentle touched and caresses. And the tingling sensations.

She arched her back to him, hips pressing up to his waist. Zuko smiled as broke their kiss and leaned back, taking in the sight of her. He put a hand on her stomach, tracing his fingers to her soft breasts and encircling them. He leaned down to take her tip into his mouth, messaging it with his lips and tongue. His left hand immediately left hers and touched her right knee, sliding down the inside of her leg, never stopping until his fingertips met the moist entrance to her body.

She hummed into his mouth as he placed his middle and index fingers inside of her, his thumb pressing to her clt, rubbing it in small circles. Katara was grasping at the bed sheets and mewling softly, begging him to take her. She wriggled under his ministrations and finally sighed out huskily.

"Oh, Zuko! Make love to me!"

He didn't need a second urging, his phallus stiff and throbbing. He took his mouth from her breast and kissed her lips, maneuvering his waist in place. He looked into her eyes, heavy with ecstasy.

"I love you, Katara."

She looked back into his, reaching up the cup the sides of his face, "I love you too, Zuko."

He opened her entrance with his fingertips, permitting just enough room to slide himself snugly inside of her. Maybe it was because of the length of time in between, but it really did feel like the first time again. Her flesh hugged him, squeezing tightly against him as his heartbeat throbbed inside of her. He began to move his hips back and worth slowly, appreciating the long, even strokes in and out of folds.

Zuko's left hand never left her body and he began to rub her in small circles again, following the rhythm of his thrusts. Katara's stomach sucked in and tightened, trying to bring herself closer to climax. Though she did want to savour every sensation Zuko created, they were so intense, more so than she remembered before. Biting her bottom lip and bunching her brow was all she could do from crying out.

She arched her back again, feeling the ridge of his tip rub against a particularly sensitive spot. She kept her hips there, opening her mouth and sighing out as he quickened his pace. When she opened her eyes, the room around her was a far different place than what it was when she first entered it. It was bright, as if the sun had appeared suddenly. She saw so many different colours, not just the dark reds adorning the room. She looked around, seeing that the fabric was all very different, slight variations of colour could be seen now and when she looked at the candles, she understood now where brightness was coming from.

Her senses had become magnified tenfold, and as she stared at the white rays of fire light bouncing around the room, she could actually make out all the various colours of a rainbow flickering through the shine. And then she was brought entirely to her passion. Smells of the pheromones exuding from her husband tickled her nose and set her hormones flaring. The feeling of her racing heart was so intense, she could actually see it beating within her chest.

She shut her eyes again and concentrated on Zuko moving on top of her, breathing evenly. Her legs wrapped around him, pushing his hips down further into her. She could feel the tingling in her core begin to grow, the feeling that she was going to explode growing stronger.

Zuko could feel deep inside her, her flesh at his tip becoming tighter and firm. She was close. He kissed her plumped lips and kneaded her swollen breasts in his free hand, first one and then the other.

She was squirming underneath him, trying to decide whether to climax or hold on and enjoy it a bit longer. But Zuko knew what she truly wanted. He sped up again and whispered aloud.

"Look at me Katara, look into my eyes, I want to see you."

She opened her blue eyes, the colour swirling in her irises. Zuko's were glowing almost vehemently as he stared down at her. He was frightening and sexually exciting at the same time.

"Come for me, baby, want you to. I want to feel you coming around me."

Katara released herself, the tightening that was pooling in her stomach suddenly exploding inside of her, thrusting her insides in a series of pulsing seizures. Her eyes screwed shut and her mouth opened into a loud moan that was muffled as Zuko covered it with his own. Her fluttering quivers sent him over the edge and he spilled himself into her, hot fluids filling her up and mixing together around him. His kiss was forgotten as he opened his mouth to sigh out with her, hands finding hers and holding tightly.

They breathed heavily together, still intertwined with Zuko leaning on his arms, hands at her sides. He smiled down at her, laying comfortably in a mass of hair the fanned out around her like a mane. She looked sleepy and content, exactly how she was supposed to be. He kissed her forehead and slid himself from her, climbing off the bed and walking to the door. He opened it slightly, making sure to shield from view. The Sage attending close by walked up to him and bowed.

"I think the lady and I will spend the night here, if that is alright. She's rather tired and I don't wish to wake her...I also don't think she'll be needing someone to come in to see her...you know."

The man nodded and grinned, eyes down but brow rising high on his forehead, "Yes, of course you can stay. And it's alright, we already know. Your wife is a bender, and few things other than an extreme...sensation of sorts, could make the bowls and dishes filled with liquids to erupt all over the temple like they did. We have a bit of tidying up to do, so when you are ready to leave, you may do so when you wish, Your Highness."

Zuko blushed and nodded, shutting the door as the Sage bowed once more and left. Somehow they were going to have to learn how to control Katara's bending during these times, or else there was going to be many more messes later on in life. No wonder there was a lot of skeptical servants in the house that day, two and a half months ago.