Two Means To An End

Author/Artist: MuffyTaj
Pairing: Zuko/Katara
Fandom: Avatar: The Last Airbender
Theme: #30. Kiss
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters, or the series.

Zuko kissed her. It wasn't a planned action, and one neither of them would ever have dreamed of doing, but one minute he was slamming her against a wall to stop her and it was all violence and pain and hate and craziness, and the next he was kissing her. He pushed against her too hard and held her too tight, and it was glaringly obvious he had never actually kissed anyone before in his life. But warmth swept through Katara nonetheless, her face flushing a bright red as twisty heat spiked between her legs.

He pulled back fiercely, his own face pink. She panted, her back felt bruised and her legs wanted to fold underneath her. Her mind screamed at her, but what it was saying she couldn't hear. It was still violent, still painful and still utterly insane, but something had clicked.

"Peasant." He groaned, before grabbing her face and kissing her again. His lips pushed against hers, blood already spilling over from their various cuts. Zuko's fingers tangled painfully in Katara's braid, his hands gripping her head too hard as his frustration communicated itself. She opened her mouth to tell him to let go, but instead he forced his tongue in, laced with steam. Her hands reached around his back, clawing at the fabric. Suddenly she was pulling him even closer, pushing back hard against him, and the screaming in her head had changed to purring.

It never occurred to either of them to spring apart, or struggle. Adrenaline pounded through them, adding an extra kick to the experience. Yesterday was forgotten, tomorrow thrown to the wind as they clashed in a whole new battle arena.

He wasn't the soft little pecks of Aang, or the brotherly embrace of Sokka. He has harsh, and rough, and was probably tearing all the skin off her back, but he was real and he was so damned alive.

He pulled back more slowly this time; then rested his chin on her shoulder as he gasped for air. He swayed slightly as his body attempted to take control again and continue its agreeable dance. He didn't know whether he should apologise, or break her neck. But just then her hand gripped his hair, and drew him back to her lips.

"Again." She ordered, and that was all that needed to be said.