"But the arms of the ocean delivered me."
Shannon. 19. This is where I post my fanfiction and cry over Zutara. I cry over other things, too. But mostly Zutara.
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She tastes like sea salt and she smells like rain, and the insides of her thighs are damp and soft and slick. He runs his finger down a prominent blue vein that stands out against her dark skin, feels her shiver and arch.
Katara moves like the waterbender she is, all gyrating hips and flexing limbs. He loves that grace she has, a fluid sort of grace that contrasts sharply with his own quiet fury. She’s the rainstorm to his bolts of lightning (he flinches at the irony). She’s a hurricane, this girl, a hurricane that’s tamed itself enough to let him hold her in his arms and not die from it.
“I love you,” she says, tracing her lips along the bumps of his scar, and he sighs so heavily that his lungs threaten to collapse from it. He sighs, and the words slip out between gusts of air.
“I love you too. Iloveyoutoo. Iloveyou.”
His heart beats with it. He loves her. He loves her. He loves her in a way he’ll never love again.
He loves his Katara, his hurricane.
i wrote a dumb thing
She thought that she would’ve been jealous. She’d always been possessive of Zuko to some extent, so jealousy seemed inevitable. Surprisingly, that wasn’t the case at all. Instead, she was only amused and pleased and fulfilled in ways she hadn’t thought possible.
*grabs rustflakes and throws them back at you*
this is perfect and you are beautiful
also if you don’t follow this person I am judging you (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:・ﾟ✧
Kissing. She’s been kissed before. She’s been kissed by practiced lips (Jet), shy lips (beautiful faceless boys in Ba Sing Se), by lips that never asked permission (Aang). But she’s never been kissed quite like this, never been held by a scarred, damaged boy who touches her like she’s glass and he’s an earthquake. He could peel her chest open. He could crack her ribs with his fingers and cup her heart in a fistful of fire, but he doesn’t.
His lips move with careful desperation, He clutches at the small of her back and kneads at her spine. He slips his legs between hers, moves his mouth all along her face, catching tears as he goes. She doesn’t know why she’s crying. She only knows that she needs Zuko’s lips more than she needs air in her lungs. She wants someone who’s just as broken as she is, because he understands.
So she clings to his lips and decides to never let him go.
