The Senses
Beacuse I couldn't wait until tomorrow. I've been working on these for a little while, some have been on my hard drive at work for a month or so. Er, two of them have been on it for a while. The other three sprang to mind today while I should have been working. Oops. ^_^; I hope y'all like them! I had a lot of fun writing them!
Oh! The hubby is coming home to visit for Christmas! w00t!!
Prompt: #063 Sound
Title: Babbling Brook
Word Count: 174
Rating: K
Sometimes he was amazed with her progress. In truth, she amazed him all the time. She had improved so much with her bending skills in such a short time. Any break they had in their quest she could be found practicing, but her favorite time was at night. Her powers were strongest when the moon was shining it’s brightest.
With a flame in hand he went searching for her. He knew that by following the sound of flowing water he could find her. It hadn’t failed him yet, and it certainly wouldn’t fail him now.
When he finally found her she was in nothing but her under clothes, hair undone and knee-deep in the water. Concentrating on her task, she had a swirling mass of water above her head which she was guiding to and fro. Deciding that she was done for now she let the water slowly trickle down, much like rain, in an exercise of control.
In that moment, he decided that she had never looked more beautiful. His beautiful waterbender.
Prompt: #064 Smell
Title: Favorite
Word Count: 120
Rating: K+
Author's Note: This one, in all honesty, is taken from personal experience. My hubby is a Marine, so obviously he has to PT (which pretty much equals sweaty) a lot. I LOVE the way he smells after he gets back from running. Sounds gross, I know, but he most definitely does not stink! It's the pheromones.
Before meeting Zuko-and, truth-be-told, a while after meeting him as well-Katara never liked the smell of smoke or anything burning. It didn’t disgust her, but it was never a pleasant smell. Isn’t it amazing how things change? Katara’s new favorite smell is now Zuko after training. He always smelled of soot and sweat with his natural scent mixed it. It would drive her positively wild. There were times (almost every time, really) when he couldn’t make it to bathe without her hounding him. Not that he cared. And, now, no one could figure out why when the group had a fire burning Zuko’s face would be the epitome of smugness and Katara’s eyes took on an oddly hungry look.
Prompt: #065 Taste
Title: Apples
Word Count: 297
Rating: K
Knuckles whitened as her hand tightened around the back of the chair she was standing behind. Wide eyes stared unseeingly at the wall across the room and breaths came out in short pants. The plate she had gotten up to return to the kitchen was dropped and forgotten on the table top as soon as Zuko appeared behind her. He was close, far too close for her to know what to think about it. Or, to even think at all.
From behind her, his hands came to rest next to hers on the back of the chair. “Little miss water tribe,” he practically purred into her ear. His breath was warm against the shell of her ear and the length of her throat and it was driving her positively mad. An odd grunt of triumph sounded from the back of his throat and a second later his tongue caressed her ear instead of his breath.
“Zu-ko?” Was that really her voice? It was husky and slightly unsure. She spun around in is arms and pushed her back against the chair. “I don’t-what ...” Katara made a slightly strangled sound as Zuko’s lips descended upon hers. Her first kiss was exciting, a little strange, absolutely searing and made her weak in the knees. Katara didn’t notice when Zuko’s hand made it’s way into her hair, but she did notice when his tongue slipped past her slightly parted lips. By the gods, she felt like she was melting into a puddle of goo at that moment.
Zuko parted from her slightly and smirked. “Apples, hn?” The pink tinting Katara’s cheeks deepened to scarlet instantly. Her eyes dropped to the forgotten plate, the core of the apple still there, sitting on the edge of the table.
“I like apples.”
Prompt: #066 Touch
Title: Paying Homage to the Moon Goddess
Word Count: 191
Rating: M
Author's Note: This did not turn out how I had planned at all! In my head this was a competely innocent encounter, and somewhere between my brain and fingers it turned out to be anything but innocent. Oh well! It was lots of fun to write. Yay for limey goodness!
Warm hands moved from her hip up across her stomach. His palm pressed against her stomach as his fingers traced her ribs and turned in to caress the underside of her breast. She arched her back for him then. Wanton. That is what she was. She craved him. His touch, his voice, the security he provided her, everything about him she wanted. Right now, she wanted his touch most of all.
Zuko licked a line from just above Katara’s bellybutton to the end of her breastbone. She shivered when he blew over that line with heated breath. Her back arched again, this time to try to coax him into touching her. Katara almost jumped when she felt his hands on her ankles, tracing teasing circles as he worked his way up her calves. “Please.” The word came out soft and was followed by a whimper.
Zuko’s lips curled into a feral smile. “Are you ready to scream?” Katara’s eye shot open, her breath left her as though she were punched in the gut and she didn’t have time to respond before he was covering her body with his own.
Prompt: #067 Sight
Title: The Way You Move
Word Count: 223
Rating: K+
One of Katara’s favorite things to do was watch Zuko practice firebending. The movements were sharp, concise, powerful and decidedly masculine. Of course, it helped that he practiced in only his trousers. Watching him practice his kata was enjoyable to her. He repeated a movement over and over until he felt ready to move on. It lulled her into a trance as she watched his muscles ripple and move and he changed positions. Shirtless Zuko with taut muscles and a sheen of sweat covering him, there was no better sight than that.
One of Zuko’s favorite things about practicing was the way Katara would follow him with her eyes the entire time. He could feel her eyes boring into him as he moved. Sometimes it was distracting, most of the time he loved it. He loved the appreciative looks she gave him and how she would lean forward to better watch him preform a difficult maneuver.
She trotted up to him once she recognized he was done for the day. “You look tired.” He watched her as she tried to lean towards him to inconspicuously get a sniff of him. He knew how much she loved his scent. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and pulled her close to him.
“Not that tired,” he replied and waggled his eyebrow suggestively.
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