This was wrong.

So wrong.

And yet so right.

Hands touching, exploring, lips pressing, pushing, light sighs falling from eager mouths.

This was wrong.

She told him so.

He breathed heavily against her neck, then nibbled lightly at her sensitive skin. "How can this be wrong when it feels... so incredibly right?"

"I promised myself to him."


"I'm serious."

"None of that matters, and you know it."

"It does matter. I... I gave him my word."

"I love you."

She shivered. "That changes nothing," she insisted rather unconvincingly.

He chuckled at her discomfort. "Doesn't it?"

She pressed her mouth to his hungrily, desperate to fulfill the aching need within her. He nibbled at her lip, sucking, pulling, and teasing. She gripped his shoulders to steady herself. "Please..." she begged weakly.

He sighed, his impatience beginning to show. "If you want to be with him so bad, if this is so wrong, then why do you keep coming back to me?"

She paused, astounded at his piercing words. "Wh... What?" she stammered, stalling for time, searching in her mind for the right response.

He pressed his forehead to hers. "Don't play with me, Katara. Don't do that," he said roughly, his lips brushing against hers with his every word. "Don't keep giving me false hope if you don't intend to ever leave him..."

"I..." Tears sprang to her eyes. "It's not that easy! Why are you so adamant that I have to choose?" she lashed out, surprising herself with the force behind her heated words.

He stepped back, obviously shaken. "You don't intend to ever choose."

She immediately regretted her haste. "No..."

"You're going to choose him."


"Why are you doing this to me? Why are you wasting my time?"

"Oh, come off it!" Irritation overtook her. "As if you haven't done the same to me before. As if you haven't-"

"Is that what this is? Revenge?"

"No, I - I... Stop that!"

"Stop what?"

"Stop... stop doing that... Stop telling me what I'm feeling, stop..." Her words trailed away as she gazed up at him helplessly.

He took her back in his arms. "I love you."

"I know," she mumbled against the fabric of his soft robes.

"I can't let you slip through my fingers again."

She clamped her eyes shut, wishing the world and its expectations would simply dissolve into thin air. She wished it were just that easy. "I need to get back."


"If he comes looking for me, I... I just need to get back."

"Please." His words rang with desperation.

"I have to go."

He crushed his lips to hers once more, robbing her of air for a moment until she found her bearings again. Her arms found their way around his neck. He took that as encouragement, pressing her back against the wall, forcing his tongue into her mouth and deepening the kiss until she felt her knees were going to give out beneath her.

This was so wrong.

But it felt so right.

A/N: Any idears, people? I'd love to hear your thoughts and opinions : )