First Post...;-;
He held her close, never want to let her go. It had been a long, exhilarating night and the sun was now just peeking over the horizon. He placed soft kisses along her bare, mocha-colored shoulder, enjoying the smooth feel against his lips. She shivered against him, not from just the crisp morning air, but from the fire she felt from him, from his soul. What would have happened if they had never met?
Lonely.
She turned her blue eyes to look into his golden ones, her lips full and curved into a small smile. How she loved looking into his eyes, full of intensity and confidence. Today, there was only a glowing softness to his look; how much would he protest if she had told him that. He would yell, she would yell back, they would fight then collapse to the ground, sweaty and tired, but ready for more. She couldn’t get enough of him, his heat.
Watching her small smile, widen into a grin, he raised an eyebrow at her, wondering what could be going through that silly Waterbender mind. From the mischievous look in her eyes, he had the impression that she was making fun of him. Again.
He scrunched up his nose and lightly nipped her neck, making her squirm and try to push him away. He smirked at her reaction as her smooth hands pushed against his chest, serving only to inflate his male ego. Just a small touch and she would squirm. He grasped her small wrists firmly with his rough hands, just enough to make her stop struggling.
She didn’t say a word as she stared up at him once more, a faint blush on her cheeks as he pulled her closer against his firm body. It would be “normal” to fight back, but at this point, she knew she couldn’t resist him. One look, that almost predatory stare, would send her heart fluttering. Without any resistance, she let his lips consume hers, if only for a brief moment. The flush on her face was even more intense than before.
There were words on her tongue that she wanted to tell him, that she had always wanted to tell him since they started to travel together. Her lips parted, but the look in his eyes stopped her.
Silence.
They didn’t need words. Flowery compositions of poetry weren’t needed. What they had was deeper than that, deeper than any superficial display of affection could hope to explain.
They didn’t need words, they only needed each other.
Lost in their own world, they hadn’t noticed the soft rustle of their tent being parted or the blur of orange standing in the entryway, or even the small gasp.
The silence was broken.
“Katara?”
Lonely.
She turned her blue eyes to look into his golden ones, her lips full and curved into a small smile. How she loved looking into his eyes, full of intensity and confidence. Today, there was only a glowing softness to his look; how much would he protest if she had told him that. He would yell, she would yell back, they would fight then collapse to the ground, sweaty and tired, but ready for more. She couldn’t get enough of him, his heat.
Watching her small smile, widen into a grin, he raised an eyebrow at her, wondering what could be going through that silly Waterbender mind. From the mischievous look in her eyes, he had the impression that she was making fun of him. Again.
He scrunched up his nose and lightly nipped her neck, making her squirm and try to push him away. He smirked at her reaction as her smooth hands pushed against his chest, serving only to inflate his male ego. Just a small touch and she would squirm. He grasped her small wrists firmly with his rough hands, just enough to make her stop struggling.
She didn’t say a word as she stared up at him once more, a faint blush on her cheeks as he pulled her closer against his firm body. It would be “normal” to fight back, but at this point, she knew she couldn’t resist him. One look, that almost predatory stare, would send her heart fluttering. Without any resistance, she let his lips consume hers, if only for a brief moment. The flush on her face was even more intense than before.
There were words on her tongue that she wanted to tell him, that she had always wanted to tell him since they started to travel together. Her lips parted, but the look in his eyes stopped her.
Silence.
They didn’t need words. Flowery compositions of poetry weren’t needed. What they had was deeper than that, deeper than any superficial display of affection could hope to explain.
They didn’t need words, they only needed each other.
Lost in their own world, they hadn’t noticed the soft rustle of their tent being parted or the blur of orange standing in the entryway, or even the small gasp.
The silence was broken.
“Katara?”