Title: Comparison

Author: Jakia

Word Count: 165

Summary: Zuko compares kisses.

Theme: 066--Touch

WARNING. SPOILERS FOR SEASON THREE. I REPEAT. SPOILERS. DON’T LOOK IF YOU DON’T WANT TO BE SPOILED!

Also, what is this? Fanfiction? Holy crapmuffins, it is. (actually, it’s just a drabble, BUT IT’S SOMETHING, RIGHT?)

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In hindsight, kissing Jin was much like kissing a sister. A brief meshing of lips, a fluttering spark of attraction, but that was all there was. There was no lust, no passion: nothing. It was all very platonic.

Kissing Mai had been different, true. It had been…elegant. Sophisticated. Womanly. It had been kisses from a lady, kisses from a woman who had been born and bred into nobility and was expected to stay there. It was passionate, yes, but not very long lasting, and certainly without any depth.

None of this, however, could have prepared him for what kissing Katara felt like.

It was like fire, rough and raw, an explosion of lips and tongues, that, when ended, left him wanting more. It was passion in it’s most unrefined form, a desperate need to feel skin on skin, mouths on mouths, electric shocks in his blood and fire in his veins.

Kisses like that, he thought with a smile, must be what all the fuss was about.

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END

A/N: Also, I’m not bitter. Uh, yet. Ask me again after season three starts.