Katara let out a slow shaky breath. Zuko looked down her body with slight concern but she could see the underlining of lust.

"You okay?" Zuko asked. His warm hand brushing down her ribs. A small smile tugged his lips upwards as goosebumps raised on her skin. Zuko looked up to those midnight blues that continued to flutter close.

"Y-yes." Katara let out a breath.

Zuko leaned back over her body and kissed her collarbone then up her neck down her jaw and over to her lips. "Katara, we don't have…"

"No. No I want to." Katara reached up for him. "I do. Please!"

Zuko looked down and cupped Katara's cheek. "It's going to…"

"Hurt. I know." Katara almost wanted to roll her eyes. She had heard it all. And with her delivering enough babies she also learned how to clean herself properly so she wasn't having to deliver one herself. "Zuko, just please."

Katara didn't want to be the last one in the gaang to be "banged." She knew she was one of the last ones but she didn't want to be called "the prude". When she had came up with this plan she didn't think Zuko would be okay with it all. But after the whole "You helped me get justice for my mom" thing, they had been on this understanding each other.

And with them constantly traveling and the fear of death always on the horizon, Katara did not want them to write on her grave. "Never been touched. Ever." And when she had explained this to Zuko, all he did was nod.

She knew what she was doing. She just needed someone to do it with. She had done what she could. Easing her body into pleasure and over edges late at night when she knew everyone was asleep.

Zuko nodded to her now. He knew his role in all of this. But he was still nervous and wanted to make this as easy on Katara as he could. Kissing seemed to get her to relax a bit. When he had worked his fingers in her, she was already wet. Like she was just waiting for him to bury into her pink slit.

He groaned when her legs went around his waist. She just wanted to be able to say she had been fucked. And she had picked Zuko to do just that. Zuko leaned back, steadied her hips and looked down at her.

Katara nodded. Her nails already digging into the mat beneath them.

Zuko nodded and lined himself up. He stayed back and watched his tip slide into her pink center. He looked up to Katara face and bit his lip. Her eyes were closed tight and her nose was scrunched up.

Katara blindly reached her hand out to touch Zuko. A dark blue peaked out and looked at him. "Was this suppose to hurt?"

Zuko did his best not to laugh at her. "I don't know." He pushed farther in and a small squeeze surrounded him. She gave a small hiss. "There it is?" He asked her in a husky voice. She only nodded.

"More." Katara breathed out. There was this level of discomfort, but not really pain. She kept feeling herself suck in muscles she didn't know worked like that. Yet, it felt good. And the more Zuko pushed himself in the more Katara felt like she need to open herself wider.

She sucked in her bottom lip when a small bit of pain came. But again it only felt like a large discomfort. Her hand finally found Zuko's chest and she pressed her fingertips into his shoulder. "Can you like…" She blinked up to him and then looked down her body. "Hold on for one second."

Zuko stilled his eyes slightly wide and he was looking her body down. "I-I'm sorry. We were moving too fast. I can…" Zuko began to slowly remove himself from her. He stopped when sharp nails dug into his chest.

Katara let out a whimper. "No. Just sit still."

Zuko watched with concern. He felt her core sucking him in and he tried not to groan when her hips rolled up slightly. "Katar -ah. You can't do that."

"Why not?" Katara looked up slightly confused. Her face looked less in pain and discomfort. He took that as a good sign.

"Because it makes me want to slam into you and fuck you so hard you are off the bedroll and on the cold dirt beneath that." Zuko hissed out as she again rolled her hips.

He meant every word. She could see that fire in his eyes and she knew he was speaking the truth. He would do it. And a shiver ran down her spine when she realized she wanted that too. "Okay." She quietly.

Zuko leaned down and capture her lips. "I won't. I know it's your first time."

Katara shook her head. Her fingers threading into his hair. "Please." She kissed him lightly.

"Next time." Zuko smirked down to her. His hips had continued to push in and with only an about an inch, he pushed flushed against her.

Katara's eyes flew wide and she out a cry. Her hand automatically going to her mouth. "Mmm."

"Keep it there." Zuko nodded to her hand and she nodded back. He didn't know how loud she was going to be and he didn't want to be caught like this.

Zuko kept up and slow pace. Watching Katara's eyes slowly fill with tears. He watched as she closed her eyes shut. But she never told him to stop again. He focused on making her as comfortable as possible.

He pulled her hips up, her back arched slightly pushing himself in harder and a little deeper. Her moans continued to fill the air and he didn't think he had ever heard a more beautiful sound. He laid kisses to her neck and down to one lightly still bound breast. He kissed where there was a small bump in the material. Smiling when he heard her whimper. She pushed farther up to him. He tongue pressed flat to it as his hips fully met hers.

Katara continued to respond well to each lick and little nip he gave. He moved to the other to make it even. He smiled up to her when she cried out as he gave her left nipple a harder bite. So this one is more sensitive? Zuko licked it and gave a small kiss in apology.

Zuko felt himself reach an edge when he no longer distracted himself with kissing her. He looked down between them. He had kept a steady pace and by the little sounds he kept gathering from Katara she wouldn't mind if he sent her higher? He sat back slightly and touched the little bundle of nerves.

"Ah! Zuko!" Katara's head went back in a cry and she gripped the sheets. Her back curving off the bed roll.

Nope. That was definitely the best sound Zuko had ever heard. He almost wanted to give himself a pat on the back but his eyes slammed shut as white began to tingle at the back of them. He clenched his jaw as Katara pulsed around him. He was not going to last.

Zuko pushed into Katara with quick and unsteady thrusts. Her body was tingling with an amazing rush. Her toes curled at the pleasure. It was like laying on an ice block in the heat of a desert. But thousands of times better and when Zuko grunted over her as she came down, it was like this extra little kick and she felt another small wave rack her body. She felt him move out quickly and warm liquid strings lay on her stomach.

Zuko's head laid on her shoulder and he breathed heavy. "Sorry. I tried to pull…"

"It's fine. I know a trick." Katara's shaky hand brushed through the long black strands of Zuko's hair. Her other hand began working it. Somewhat sloppy but she got what she needed to out. They continued to lay there until both were breathing normally.

He rolled over next to her. Somewhat on the bedroll some off of it. Katara scooted and he rolled to his side. "Sorry, if I hurt you." His hands slid gently over her lower stomach. He cupped her hip and his thumb lazily passed over the bone there.

KAtara sighed and closed her eyes. "No. I'm good. Really good." She turned her head to see Zuko had his eyes closed too. But they opened and she was met with dark golden. "But if this is all it takes you to apologize. We might to start doing a lot more trips by ourselves."

Zuko groaned. "Of course."