It is time to balance my meme karma, since I've been abusing both
suzukiblu and
banditjoeykuba's awesomeness lately.
So I will be writing anything Avatar, Transformers: Deadzone, or Transformers: Animated in the comments. Including any AU I've babbled at you about. Or any AU you can think of. Or anything involving my OCs. (I will only write other people's OCs with their
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He disappeared around a corner, and she followed as thoughtless as a snow-hare in pursuit of a nesting turtledove.
And, like a snow-hare, she found herself caught in someone's arms. Mao's arms, and his kukri's curved blade followed the curve of her throat. He pressed it slightly, and she felt the trickle of blood down her skin.
"Drop your water, Katara," he said quietly, his mouth grazing her ear.
It fell in a clatter of ice, and she cursed her own foolishness.
She cursed that he was warm like Zura was and Aang wasn't.
She did not curse the arms around her, or the likely accidental way his cheek rubbed against her hair. Her body wanted to relax against his warmth.
Then his finger flickered against her throat. "You're so cold," he murmured. "Like ice."
"It's winter back home," she said, aware of how nonsensical that sounded but more aware of the heat of his fingertips over her pulse.
"Do the Water Tribes worry about a girl's virtue?" He asked, equally nonsensical.
She shook her head, and then he twisted around her and kissed her. She responded, taking in the heat and her mind's eye shifted Mao from sea-ice to a banked fire. He'd come to life, so sudden and strangely, and he burned.
The kiss broke, and they breathed steam.
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I love this. So short, so sexy. <3 I love the bit about how Katara's always facing him, and how Mao is warm like Aang is not, and his trapping her in his arms with the knife to her throat and then bringing up virtue and asdfghjk;.
BREATHING STEAM. <3
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