A/N: This is my very first fanfic! Please let me know what you think! Also I do not own any of the Avatar the Last Airbender Characters.

Katara stepped into the large conference room of The Phoenix Hotel with Sokka next to her. She took a deep breath in at the gold decorated ballroom. "The Firelords sure know how to party." Sokka whispered before they took their descend. Katara could only nod her baby blue dress made her feel almost out of place.

There was a large black marble dance floor and light music on. There were high tables with red silk tablecloths. Gold center pieces sparkled in the orange mood lighting that swept the room. Large red and gold curtains covered the windows. It all screamed "dark and luxurious".

Many people fluttered around with tall champagne flutes. Her eyes caught a dark navy suit and her dad waved them over. "Sokka, come…" she turned to where Sokka was standing to see he was already halfway to the long buffet table. Sokka.

Katara turned back and picked up the long hem of the sparkling blue dress. She loved the dress and wore it special for tonight. It was a long dress with long sleeves and every inch of it sparkled. One problem. It was backless. Backless bras were a pain.

"Ah, Katara." Hakoda put his hand on her shoulder. "I would like you to meet Ozai Firelord, the owner of this fine establishment."

She extended her hand to the tall man dressed in all black with a bright red silk tie that seemed to match the tablecloths. "Ozai this is my youngest, Katara. The soon to be CEO of Southern Water Resorts."

Her dad beamed. He was so proud one of his children had decided to take over. And her young age of 22 had her at the top of The 25 Richest Under 25 list.

Ozai shook her hand and smiled. Before he turned and two people around her age were busy arguing. Ozai cleared his throat. "Katara, this is my daughter, Azula."

Azula smirked and held out her hand. She was really pretty. Her dark black hair was pulled back into a high bun with two curls framing her face. She wore a sheath dress with red details that covered her intimates. Katara blinked. She thought that her backless dress was risky for a gala. Azula winked, "Enchante."

"Same." Katara smiled back.

Ozai motioned the other to step forward with annoyance. "My eldest, Zuko."

The first thing she noticed was his golden eyes. The orange light swept over him and she swore hell had lost a devil.

Standing almost a head taller than her decked in all black with a deep maroon tie. Gold thread edged the suits' collar and a small golden pocket hanky. By the time her eyes landed back on his the smirk his sister wore was copied on to his face. But here it was so much more handsome. It gave her a glimpse at the white teeth. Her eyes wandered farther up and stopped at the red scar covering his left eye. Messy black strands covered most of it.

"Nice to meet you." Mmm. She could get used to that voice.

"Same." She gave her best flirtatious smile. But felt like a dork and lowered her smile into a business grin. Or so she hoped.

Zuko trapped her fingers and he held her gaze. This girl was gorgeous. Sparkling in a light blue. It contrasted against everything in the room. Her hair was half pulled back showing her impossibly blue eyes. He couldn't help the small tug on the right side of his lips. He looked down to the white and tanned skin still together.

"Allow me a dance?" Zuko slightly tugged her hand and gestured to the black marble which had a few couples.

"Oh no," Katara began to pull her hand away, "I don't…"

"Katara is a great dancer." Hakoda pushed at his daughter to follow Zuko.

Katara looked around a few times for Sokka to come rescue her before finally settling she would have to go with the handsome man.

Zuko slid them to a side of the floor. His hand placed on her lower back and a small gasp came from her when skin met skin. He couldn't help the smile that came. He lifted her other hand in his and pulled her close to him.

"So Kat," Zuko chuckled when her eyes went to slits. "Soon to be CEO?"

She rolled her eyes at this. "Zuko, as much as I love business talk…" she adjusted her hand on his upper arm to his shoulder. "it's Saturday and if it wasn't such a big deal for dad. I wouldn't be here."

"What, did you have a better offer?"

"Maybe…" She shrugged.

"Boyfriend?"

"What?! No!" she shook her head and her eyebrows furrowed.

Zuko felt… relieved? Zuko just nodded and swayed her to the beat. He ran his thumb over the small bump of her spin. He felt small goosebumps ghost her skin.

"But my friend's birthday was tonight." She brushed invisible lint from his shoulder.

His fingers scraped across her skin and closed into a fist. She looked up to see he wasn't looking at her but at something over the left of her shoulder. She tried to look but he had spun her and she couldn't look over his shoulder.

"You okay?" Her brows knitted together again and he seemed to slump which made his face inches from hers.

"Wanna get out of here?" he asked he seemed to pull her closer. "The penthouse has a great view of the city."

His mouth was centimeters from hers. "But we just started…" his eyes flickered to something behind her and she was going to look over her shoulder but he dropped her hand, cupped her cheek and kissed her.

Katara's eyes widened when she felt the heat touch her lips. His eyelashes were a dark brown and the other was a beautiful red this close. His hand tilted her chin upward and her eyes slipped close. She leaned into him and gently took the lapels of his suit jacket between her fingers. Lips slipped over lips and a small gasp escaped her when his hand slid from chin and joined his other hand on her back. One hand was placed between her shoulder blades the other skimming the skin above the fabric that covered her backside.

He pulled back after a few seconds and blue orbs had turned into a midnight color. His eyes looked down to her pink swollen lips and he took a deep breath in.

"Why did you…" Katara had begun and he started pulling her off the dance floor. She tripped once on her hem before grabbing it and picking up her pace following Zuko. "Zuko, slow down!"

He ignored her. And all but flew from the conference room to the lobby. Of course she would show up. Why couldn't she just leave it alone? Agni, it had been a year since they broke up. Zuko slowed as they finally made it to the elevators.

Katara was out of breath due to the kiss and fast walking. Zuko was leaned against the the wall and pressed a button. He began loosening his tie. The elevator dinged and he grabbed her hand one last time and pulled her into it. With one finger over the scanner he pressed the penthouse button.

Katara touched her lips. Zuko pulled her fingers away from them. "Sorry about that."

Katara pushed him away causing him to stumble and hit the wall. "Why the hell would you do that!?"

Zuko scrambled and pushed so he was standing inches from her again. "You weren't complaining…"

Katara opened and closed her mouth before she pushed her finger into his chest and stood on her tip toes. "Well it's not like you gave me room to!"

Zuko wrapped his arms around her and placed his hands like he hand on the dance floor. Except his hand that was on her lower back went lower and cupped the underside of her ass. Katara gasped and pushed in his arms. "We could kiss again…"

"Why would I ever want to do that!?" she pushed against him again and as the door opened they were tripping over each other and finally stumbled to the floor.

Zuko had his back pressed to the floor and Katara was sprawled across him.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry…" she pulled herself up causing him to groan as she pushed off his chest. She raised so she was straddled on his right thigh. She crossed her arms over her chests. "No wait. I'm not."

He glanced up at her before folding his arms behind his head. "Mhmm." Her eyes glanced down to how they were sitting.

"You're insufferable!" She pushed off him and stomped back towards the elevator.

He quickly rose and grabbed her. "No please, Kat." She stopped with his hand clasped to her wrist. "Please," she turned and looked at the sincerity in his eyes. "it's too crowded down there." He pulled at her hand. "I'm not ready to go back."

Katara allowed him to pull her into the large penthouse room. She glanced around the modern decorated apartment. Dark cherrywood flooring with dark grey walls. Cream and red sprinkled here and there. It was gorgeous. She slipped her heels off and patted to the floor to ceiling windows.

Zuko made his way to the kitchen and popped the top off two beers before coming out to the living room.

Katara's dress sparkled in the low light. She looked like an angel in the room. And again the contrast between her dress and her skin made him bite his lower lip. He cleared his throat and she turned to him. Her fingers were twisting together. "You were right. Best view of the city."

Zuko handed her a beer and walked a little way to open the door to the balcony. He nodded for her to walk out the door. Katara took the hint and stepped out. He followed her and when he reached the glass railing he leaned his forearms against it. Taking a deep swig from the bottle.

Katara followed suit. She lowered the bottle and sighed. "So who is she?"

"Huh?" Zuko looked to her.

"The girl who you kissed me to make jealous." Katara took a deep swig. "No one," she gulped, "Just kisses someone out of the blue without a reason."

Zuko took a drink. He rolled the bottle in his hands. "And why not?"

"So who is she?" Katara turned and leaned her back against the railing. She casually took another drink and her eyes met his over the bottle.

"Ex girlfriend." He huffed and took another deep gulp. "So you think there always has to be a reason to kiss someone?"

"She dump you or?" Katara scratched at her half empty bottle. The buzz was beginning to make her feel more relaxed.

"Which time?" Zuko gave a light chuckle and he saw her lips turn up. His beer only had a few drinks left. Katara shook her head and took another drink. "Nah, I did. There was a lot of misunderstandings."

She only nodded and tucked her hair behind her ear. After a few minutes and a couple of drinks from her bottle. "I… I didn't mind." She bit her bottom lip.

His eyes blinked a few times then realized what she was talking about. "yeah?"

She nodded and pushed herself off the railing to turn back around stepping closer to Zuko "I mean you're not a bad kisser."

He turned to the busy city below them. Zuko scooted closer to her. "You ain't so bad yourself, Kat."

She brought down her empty bottle and gave nudged his arm. "Aw thanks."

He took her bottle and turned back to go inside. She followed and padded to the black cloth couch and tucked her feet under her. He placed the bottles on the counter. "So a guy can kiss you whenever and you wouldn't mind."

She shrugged and scratched the back of her neck. "You kinda took me by surprise."

Zuko walked to the couch and leaned over the back and caught her wrist before lightly rubbing the back of her neck. She sighed and sat back on the couch. He rubbed down her shoulders. He paused for a half second and she tilted her head back. Her neck exposed and he leaned down and kissed it.

Katara threaded her fingers into his hair. Her felt the vibrations of her soft moan on his lips. He ran his nose along her jaw and she let out a small breath tickling the hair that fell over his forehead. She tilted her head and forced his lips to her.

At this point it was war. Lips slipped over lips. Fingers toyed with hair and his skimmed her neck and rubbed and her collarbone through the rough sparkles.

She sighed as his tongue ran over her bottom lip and both hand skimmed to her breasts. Her left hand slid down his arm to his fingers. She pushed his fingers to curve around her breast.

He growled as the soft globe was pressed into his hand. She pulled away and turned in the couch so she was sitting on her knees. She pushed the lapels of his suit jacket open and off his shoulders. Her fingers quickly worked at the black buttons of his shirt. He held her wrists when she reached his navel.

"Katara." He pulled her hands away. Her blue eyes almost looked sad. She sat back and looked at her hands.

"No, you're right." She shrugged and climbed off the couch. "I mean kissing is totally fine... well other things are you know fine too…" she walked to the kitchen counter. "I mean why does it always have to be complicated? Why can't two people just…"

"Fuck?" Zuko walked over and leaned on the counter next to her.

Katara shrugged. "Yeah?" She took a deep breath now even a little nervous. "But you can't tell anyone."

"Wait... you mean us?"

She nodded and lifted her arm unzipping the gown. And shrugged off her dress. It fell to a sparkling puddle at her feet. She stepped from her dress in a matching set of light blue and walked to him with her hand out. "Deal?"

"Deal." He grabbed her hand and shook it once before pulling her to him and turned her so her back slid against his chest.

He looked down to see her chest rise and fall. He brushed her chocolate hair to the side. His lips connected to her neck and he gently sucked. She pulled at his hair and pulled her neck away. "One more thing." She rubbed at her neck. "No 'love bites'."

"Fine." He growled and kissed down her shoulder. He pulled the straps of her bra down her arm. He dropped the bra to the floor and kissed down her shoulder blades and a few dark imperfections on her back. He kissed to the middle of her back and kissed each bump of her spine.

Zuko pulled his hands down the small dips of her toned stomach. Katara help guide them down with her own hands. He squated to the floor to get a better view. He watched as his white fingers scraped the tan skin. Lust filled him as his eyes landed on light blue panties. He was really beginning to like this color.

Katara sighed as his fingers slid under the fabric and began to tug them down. The skin to skin contact made her nipples perk up and she quickly covered them with one arm.

He pushed at her hips and she turned. He pressed lips to the small divit by her hip. His fingers cupped her bottom and gave a small squeeze.

Zuko kissed his way slowly back up to her lips. His teeth nipped at the smooth skin beside her belly button. Soft pecks along her torso and he pulled her arm away. Two peaks gave a light bob. His hands cupped each one and his thumbs ran over the darkened pearls.

A surprised hum came from her lips as his tongue touched and teased a small bud. The other was pinched between his thumb and index finger.

Katara glanced down to see dark gold grinning up at her. His teeth scraped the globe and he gently pulled at the nipple in between his fingers. Her fingers pushed through his hair showing more of his pale forehead. She tugged on the strands when he bit lightly on the peak.

His action went straight to her core and she was beginning to feel a small buzz. And it wasn't from the alcohol.

Katara groaned and pulled her body away. She leaned down just slightly and kissed him hard. He rose slowly never breaking the kiss. His hands ran down her back and around to her hips. Her hands finished the buttons on his shirt and pushed it off him. Her fingernails scraped over his collar and to his chest. She leaned back to take a breath and marveled at the color of her skin against his white skin. Pink scratch marks followed her finger tips.

"Come on…" Zuko pulled back and began pulling her towards a door behind him. She felt incredibly naked now. The only thing left was her hairpins.

Zuko quickly worked at his pants and had them open by the time he had Katara sitting on the deep red silk bed. There was a light rose color to her cheeks as she pulled at his open trousers. He stepped forward with the tug.

Katara pulled the fabric at his hips down and he was left in his boxers. A very impatient member was rock hard at the sight of her white teeth bitten into her recently kissed lip.

Katara's eyes lit up at the design on his under shorts. "Do all Firelords wear fire under garments?" she giggled and pulled out the the elastic band at his waist. She began laughing and tilted her head back.

Zuko gave a small grinned but growled and pushed her up on the bed. Her laughter died as she felt his member through the fabric. It grazed up the slit of her open legs, hitting the tight nub.

"Mmmm." Her fingers clenched to his shoulders as he did it again. By the third time up her legs were around his thighs and her left hand traveled down to the shorts. She hooked her fingers in enough when he thrust up the fourth time skin met skin.

Zuko's head fell down to set on her shoulder and he felt her breasts push up into him as she arched. Zuko pushed the shorts the rest of the way down before climbing back over her. This time with a silver square between his fingers.

He looked down at her and her eyebrows knitted together. "Just this once? Its just a fuck?"

She growled and ripped the square from his hand. "Yes," she huffed when she couldn't get it open. "Just fuck me already!"

Her body was thrumming. It had been years since her last time she was on her back. Now that she thought back she hadn't been in this position since her first time which inconveniently had been the last time.

Spirits, had she not had it since freshman year of college? She closed her eyes. 4 years. Spirits she needed this. Katara opened her eyes again.

Her body heated at the sight of Zuko's pale skin between her legs. He was sat back on his knees and beautiful muscles flexed in the golden lighting. He concentrated on his very large member and rolling down the condom.

Katara couldn't help but push herself up on her elbows. His eyes finally flashed to her and there was nothing but lust. "No time like the present." Her annoyance must have been written all over her face.

"Egar?" he smirked at her. He placed himself back over her placing a hand beside her head and his other hand slid to the juncture of her hips.

"4 years…" she whispered. The finger he had prepared to gently rub her stopped, hovering. His eyes widened and his left arm wobbled a bit as he chocked on air.

"I'm sorry… how many years did you just say?"

"4." Katara became uncomfortable as she thought of the last four years she spent focused on college and career and other important adult things. She just took it upon herself to get off.

"Fuck," He began with a gentle flick of his middle finger to her clit. And then teased around it a few times.

"That's what…" she hissed as he flicked his fingers in a fast pace on her swollen nub. Her voice was hushed as she finished. "I've been saying." She felt a high coming as he pressed down harder on the mound. A whimper left her as the first wave passed. Her eyes were shut tight and she fisted her hands into the cool red sheets.

Zuko never let up his pace as he watched her coil under him. Her hair was spread under her and her chest was heaved. Her head was back giving him free access to her neck. He kissed down the cord of her throat. He slowed his pace down with a flick or two more that caused her hips to push up into his hand each time.

"Zuko…" his name tumbled from her lips as another wave of pleasure hit. His lips were grazing the smooth skin of her throat when he pushed his middle digit into her. A small wet noise came from her center and she shivered. He pushed and pulled his finger from the wet core.

His finger curled into her tightening walls. Her hand clamped over his wrist. And when he slid it from her, she sighed. Her eyes finally opened just to see the finger dripping from her juices enter zuko's mouth. Her eyes followed every movement.

She leaned up and pulled the finger from his mouth with a 'pop' and licked her tongue down one side. She could still taste the saltiness of herself.

Zuko could take it no longer after watching her. He leaned back taking her curved hips in his hands and pulling her towards the stiff shaft. She fell back onto the sheets. He had a wild look in his eyes as he pulled her hips up the slope of his thighs.

He watched as white slid into slick pink. He pulled her further to him causing little by little of him to disappear in her. Once he felt like he pulled her as far up as he could he snapped his hips into hers.

Both groaned. Zuko pushed in again without coming back. Causing Katara to slip up further on the bed. Katara cried out before shoving her knuckle between her teeth.

Zuko glanced down to her. 4 years. She had waited FOUR YEARS. He pulled his hips back a few inches before thrusting back in. Katara lifted her hand above her head and touched the head board.

Zuko began to feel a tightening in the small of his stomach. With a few more hard thrusts he added speed. Both of her hands were above her head and her breasts jiggled freely. He clutched at her hips and watched the small bob of each tip.

Katara began pushing back with her hands on the headboard. Her moans got louder with each passing thrust. He wasn't gonna last much longer.

"Kat…" He felt himself nearing the edge. "Katara… I'm…" he drove his hips into her. One more. One more. He grunted and held her hips in place as he pushed into her two more times. He kept her flush against him as he felt himself twitch inside her. Her walls were an unrelentlessly clutching him. A tightening left him.

They were both panting as they looked at each other. Her hair was in a halo around her and her fingers were playing in the ends. Her midnight color eyes were sparkling with happiness. A deep flush was over her face and chest. Her perk breasts were puckered and her flat stomach rose and fell with each heavy breath. Her beautiful curved hips were still connected with his and his hands slid down around to her knees.

He thought she looked like an angel before. Now he knew she was one.

He unhooked her legs from his hips and pulled from her. He slid from the bed and walked to the bathroom. Giving Katara the best view.

She laid there for a few seconds in bliss. Before raising herself up and grabbing a pillow to cover her nakedness.

"Four years?" Zuko's light chuckle came from the bathroom.

"Shut up." Katara rolled her eyes and looked around the room. "Will you go get my stuff from the living room?"

Zuko peeked his head from the bathroom, "Seriously?" she only nodded and tucked her hair behind her ear. She heard him shuffle around the bathroom before she saw him in a towel. He was grumbling about something as he walked to the living room.

"Four years…" He muttered as he handed her her items.

"Yes! Now stop saying that like that!" Katara slipped the bra and panties on quickly. She stepped off onto the floor and shimmed into her dress.

"So like what did you do for those four years?" Zuko had put himself back together fairly quickly. He smiled as he straightened his tie.

"You do it yourself." Katara said nonchalantly. She checked her make up in the mirror and smile when little had been messed up. Her hair was a different story. She ran her fingers through it and tried to redo her hair.

Zuko chuckled and held out his hand to her when she was finished. He kissed her fingers and she tutted at him.

"No strings, Firepants." She giggled to herself and pulled her fingers from him. "I've got to go."

He walked her to the elevator and the both stepped in. "I had fun."

"Same." She smiled and checked her reflection in the elevator mirror.

Zuko pulled her to him one last time and kissed her. Katara slid her arms around his neck and kissed him back softly.

There was a pressure change and a ding from the elevator. He let her go with a bright smile. "Untill next time, Ms. Kat." He nodded to her.

She sighed when the doors closed. The brightest smile on her lips.

"Was that Zuko?" Sokka rose an eyebrow at her as he stepped around the corner. Catching Katara stepping off the elevator.

"You know… I think you're right." Katara's smile turned to a smirk as she linked her arm with Sokka. "The Firelords sure know how to party."

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