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  <title>20 Zutara Sentences</title>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;I am FINALLY posting these, even though I finished them months ago.&amp;nbsp; I only have 20 out of the 50 sentences finished, and I don&apos;t know if I&apos;ll ever finish the other 30.&amp;nbsp; But that&apos;s why I&apos;m posting these anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote these before the finale spoilers, so you don&apos;t have to worry about that.&amp;nbsp; (Though seriously, if you haven&apos;t seen the finale by now WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR?)&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Some of them are AU, a LOT of them are more than one sentence (oops!&amp;nbsp;oh well...) and more than half of them are dirty. &amp;nbsp;*grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is also my first time posting something that I&apos;ve written.&amp;nbsp; I know I&apos;m not a great writer, but I had a few good ideas that made me want to try something small like this, so I hope you enjoy it anyway. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rated PG-13 to R, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;ljcut&quot; text=&quot;20 Zutara Sentences&quot;&gt;1.) &lt;b&gt;motion&lt;/b&gt; - Seeing her in Firenation regalia would always have a dizzying effect on him, he thought, as his half-lidded eyes followed her twirling red and gold figure.&lt;p&gt;2.) &lt;b&gt;young&lt;/b&gt; - Years later there were times when Zuko would stop and look back on the war, thinking they were so, so young to have dealt with what they did.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3.) &lt;b&gt;wrong&lt;/b&gt; - After they had returned to their separate rooms, breathless, Katara had time to think about what she had just done, and what her brother, what Aang, would have thought had they known. She pressed her fingers between her thighs, still wet, and thought &lt;i&gt;it just makes it that much better&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4.) &lt;b&gt;king&lt;/b&gt; - &quot;I am here, my lord. What do you wish of me?&quot; she said, kneeling, as he walked slowly towards her, the answer in his eyes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5.) &lt;b&gt;blur&lt;/b&gt; - Clumsy hands fumbled with ties and snaps, desperately seeking flushed skin. The world spun as they stumbled into the shadows.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;6.) &lt;b&gt;hold&lt;/b&gt; - As the glowing water patched his skin back together, he gripped her arm in a vice, pain ripping through him. Her solid form was the only thing grounding him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;7.) &lt;b&gt;fool&lt;/b&gt; - &quot;I was thinking...you and TyLee get along, right? I ran into her the other day, and we got to talking... She’s very open to new experiences, you know.&quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;8.) &lt;b&gt;goodbye&lt;/b&gt; - &quot;Get out - Go back to your Avatar, if he needs you so much. I don’t ever want you in my sight again.&quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;9.) &lt;b&gt;hide&lt;/b&gt; - Vaguely Katara could hear the footsteps of the Fire Nation soldiers passing by, but her world had been narrowed to the beat of Zuko’s heart and the heat of his body pressed flush against hers.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;10.) &lt;b&gt;safe &lt;/b&gt;- Her cries were muffled in the red silk cloth, her hands bound above her head. &quot;Shh, I’m not going to hurt you,&quot; he whispered, hands brushing her thighs.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;11.) &lt;b&gt;ghost&lt;/b&gt; - The woman lifted her hat, revealing kind, golden eyes set in a porcelain face. &quot;Zuko, what is it?&quot; asked Katara, for he looked like he had seen a ghost.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;12.) &lt;b&gt;eye&lt;/b&gt; - Sometimes she would glance at him and see only his scar, solemnly reminding her of all the struggle and heartbreak that brought them here; then he would turn his head, or smile, and she would see only the future.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;13.) &lt;b&gt;sing&lt;/b&gt; - When Katara saw the two men she loved most in her life standing in her doorway, both leaning on each other for balance and singing Watertribe drinking songs, she knew that Zuko had finally been accepted into her family.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;14.) &lt;b&gt;stop&lt;/b&gt; - It was one of the rare colder nights in the Fire Nation, and with so many new additions to the group, supplies were limited. Zuko looked across the fire at the Watertribe siblings sharing a sleeping bag and for a moment wondered what it would feel like to lay between them, tangled in their warm, dark limbs. He forced himself to bring these thoughts to an abrupt halt, knowing they were wrong, wrong, wrong.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;15.) &lt;b&gt;wash&lt;/b&gt; - Hidden in the bushes near the riverbank, he watched the water caress a path down her dark skin, imagining the ways he could turn the droplets into steam.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;16.) &lt;b&gt;torn&lt;/b&gt; - &quot;Did I hurt you?&quot; he whispered into her neck, halting his slow movements. &quot;No, I’m fine,&quot; she said, giving him a quiet, reassuring smile through her slight wince.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;17.) &lt;b&gt;god &lt;/b&gt;- Though Katara understood little of his religion, she couldn’t help but feel a measure of peace wash over her while she sat quietly by his side on the temple floor, candlelight warming their faces.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;18.) &lt;b&gt;wall&lt;/b&gt; - The wall was rough on her bare back, and the pain grew with each of his thrusts. She knew she would regret this in the morning, but gods, she didn’t care.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;19.) &lt;b&gt;naked&lt;/b&gt; - Katara, dressed in nothing but chains, had never felt so naked in her life. The scarred prince walked down the line of prisoners, and paused. &quot;This one.&quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;20.) &lt;b&gt;hunger&lt;/b&gt; - The banquet in honor of her return lasted for what seemed an eternity, and every time she looked his way, his eyes were on her, with a hunger in them that set her on fire.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m planning on posting these to katara_zuko and CAPSTARA later on, but I have two manips/macros I want to make first, so I can cut down on clutter by posting everything at once.&amp;nbsp; I need to find some good screecaps, though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I hope you enjoy! :D</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 07 Nov 2006 05:43:37 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Hello.</title>
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  <description>Just felt like I had to post to fill up this space.  It was looking depressing over here.  Anyway, I probably won&apos;t be writing in this journal much...just felt like I needed a new one for fandom stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you around!</description>
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