"Kiss me harder Zuko"- Katara
The kiss was too soft. Too gentle.
She needed a hot, dominant kiss, not a kiss that Aang would give her, the pecks and measly half-assed kisses. Katara pulled Zuko closer, wrapping her legs around his waist. She needed a demanding kiss.
“Kiss me harder, Zuko.” She murmured against his lips. He complied.
The kiss went from sweet and soft, to ardent and forced. Not forced in a bad way, but a forceful, sweet kiss. It was sweet and dominant. His lips were warming up against hers. The kiss itself was becoming more hot and heavy.
Katara almost ripped some of Zuko’s hair hard, she was holding it that hard. She moaned into his lips, slipping some tongue in the kiss, Zuko was surprised for a moment, but delighted after moment.
They made out for a few minutes longer, Katara pulled back, they stroke each other’s faces. “I love you.” Katara sighed out. “I love you, and I wish I could scream it to the world that I love you.”
Zuko smiled at her. “I wish I could too, I love you too. Very much so.”