A/N:

Yes. I deserve the Cone of Shame.

Katara's sixteenth birthday brings cupcakes and, interestingly enough, her first orgasm given to her by someone else.

It happens in her bedroom. Suki and Ty Lee are doing a great job keeping her brother, Zuko, and their girlfriends distracted downstairs with a rousing game of Apples to Apples.

Meanwhile, Jet's hand is down her jeans.

Katara's is biting down on her bottom lip so hard that she thinks she might eventually draw blood. Everything feels wet and hot and tingly, and Jet's lips are pressed against her neck. She can feel his smugness rolling off of him in waves. That's not really a big deal, though. She'll find a way to pay him back later.

His fingers are rapidly massaging between her legs and soon she can't take the pressure, can't take anymore build up so she comes, clamping her mouth down onto his shoulder in the process. The shrill noise she makes is stifled effectively. She hears Jet moan low in his throat and the sound of it makes her shudder, makes her aroused and ready all over again.

He's gotten good at making her feel that way.

Jet pulls his hand away and zips back up her jeans. "Happy birthday," he says, voice husky, before kissing her temple.

Her breath is coming out in short rasps, but she manages words. "Thanks." Then she giggles. "I'm pretty sure that's my favorite present."

He pretends to look skeptical. "Really? Even better then the Hello Kitty tea set that Ty Lee got you?"

Katara frowns and taps her chin. "Well, that was pretty—"

He hushes her up by kissing her and she finds herself smiling.

"I think I'm ready to have sex with Jet."

Katara didn't mean for it to sound like such a throw-away-phrase, but the way Suki and Ty Lee are currently gaping at her makes her think that she should have approached this with more tact. Springing it on them over Pop Tarts might have been a mistake.

Ty Lee recovers first. She squeals and wraps her arms around Katara's shoulders before launching into a long stream of sentences that center around true love and souls and pink auras.

Suki is just shaking her head, the hint of a smirk on her mouth. "When did you decide this?"

Katara shrugs, trying to come across as casual as possible. "Last month, during my birthday party thing."

Both of her friends smile at each other and nod knowingly.

"Every time I look at him I just want to jump him," Katara confesses. "And I keep day dreaming about him naked and like, groaning." She feels herself flushing in embarrassment. "Is that gross?"

Ty Lee rapidly shakes her head. "No! That's perfectly healthy! Just make sure that the two of you are being safe."

Suki snorts. "He can finally utilize that box of condoms in his drawer."

Katara laughs, thinking on that particular memory with fondness.

"I'm sorry, but why are my sister and her friends discussing condoms?" Sokka is standing in the doorway of the kitchen, eyeing all of them warily.

"It's probably because we're all talking about sex," Suki states bluntly before tossing her half eaten Pop Tart at Sokka. It bounces off his chin and all the girls laugh.

Looking a little irritated, Sokka brushes away the crumbs and narrows his blue eyes onto Suki. By the way Suki's eyebrows rise up, Katara knows that her friend has accepted her brother's little challenge.

"And why are you guys talking about sex?" Sokka asks.

Suki shrugs. "Maybe because we're having sex."

Sokka scoffs. "You're not having sex."

"Oh yeah?" Suki's eyes are bright and lovely and Katara knows that her best friend loves riling her brother up like this. "How would you know?"

"Because—because—"

"I could be." Suki shrugs nonchalantly. "You'd never know."

The equally horrified and furious look on Sokka's face tells his sister all that she needs to know.

Katara smiles into her coffee, forcing herself not to roll her eyes. Her brother is such an idiot.

"I think we should um, have sex? Like, I'm pretty sure I'm ready."

Katara tells Jet by his locker, partly because the hallway is noisy and she's pretty sure no one will overhear, but mostly because it's the first time she's seen him since she's come to this decision and she can't wait to tell him.

Jet accidentally slams his hand into his locker. Katara laughs the entire way to the nurse's office.

She is sixteen and she thinks that she might be in love. And it's not just because Jet looks so good naked (which he does). It's because he bought new condoms and lube and scented candles and Oreos and he asked her about birth control. It's because he's gone out to make this will be a great experience for her.

It makes her choke up, makes her heart swell, makes her feel like she's floating or nauseous or something.

When Katara finally slips her bra off her shoulders she blushes at the wide eyed, worshipful look that Jet gives her. It makes her heart beat a little faster, makes her want to cross her arms in order to cover everything, and it also makes her want to keep her hands down at her sides so that he can ogle all he wants.

When he kisses her, thumb rolling over an erect nipple, she starts to understand why people hold sex and touching and togetherness on such a high pedestal.

She is warm, and the quilt that's on his bed is soft underneath her back. His aunt and uncle are out for the evening. They're unaware that she's even at the house, and Hakoda and Sokka think that she went to the movies with Suki.

Breathing heavily, Jet rolls off of her briefly. She hears the rustling of him tearing open the condom, and soon he his back, weight heavy but comforting.

When he pushes inside of her, she burns.

The pain is sharp as her body stretches to accommodate him, and the uncomfortableness of it all eases after she reminds herself to relax. When Jet thrusts, tilting his hips slant against hers, some primal part of her reacts and soon she is moving under him, eyebrows pushed together and lips parted.

It feels good, and there is a deep, slow unraveling within her, an unraveling that seems much bigger and better than anything that she's experienced before. She knows instinctively that she won't get there tonight. That's okay.

Jet's gasps and shaking limbs are wonderful enough for the time being. It is not a prolonged experience; he moves faster and faster, making her whimper at the thickness of the pleasure. He succumbs soon, stiffening over her, a moan reverberating from his chest. When he finishes he twists a hand into her hair and kisses her deeply.

She sighs happily. She will be sore and yet… And yet she can't wait to do it again.

A little bit later he finds the blood on his sheets. He changes them, not letting her take them to the washing machine, and then proceeds to feed her Oreos.

When he leans in and presses an I love you into her ear, she responds in kind.

Jet offers to walk her home, but she can see how tired he is. Katara declines, knowing that the cool, fresh air will help clear her head. The goodbye kiss she gives them lingers headily between them, and when she last sees his face he is grinning, happier then she's ever seen him.

It isn't too late, which is why she's not surprised to find Zuko outside her front door. But she is surprised by the expression on her face.

She stops short and pulls her sweater tighter against herself. The feeling of ease and contentment leaves her body abruptly. She sucks in a shaky breath, suddenly worried. "Zuko? Are you okay? Where's Sokka?"

The older, black haired boy shrugs. "Out with your dad, I guess." And then he is directly in front of her, and she wondered when he learned to move that fast. She notices that his eyes are rimmed red. He does not ask her where she's been.

He pulls her against him, and he is shaking and Katara feels a stab of fear.

"My mom," he breathes out, moving his face into her hair, seeking comfort. "I saw my mom."

A/N:

Short, but I'm trying to ease myself back into this universe. Thanks you so much for being patient with flaky old me.

Hope you all liked, though. Leave me your thoughts if you so desire. :)