A/N: Oh, yes, it's that time of the year and I'm ecstatic! This is my first year participating and honestly my first time writing Jetkotara (so be kind to me). Hope you all like it.

Summary- Day 1: Confessions. Katara finds herself exposed to something unexpected and is drawn into the unlikeliest of circumstances. Just where will this path lead her and how far will she go?

Disclaimer: I do not own Avatar: the Last Airbender

"Drink this."

The waterbender jumped, startled by the approach of the person offering her a drink. Katara had unintentionally drifted into a stupor, her thought process running a mile a minute, idly twisting fingers around the loose thread of the robe she borrowed after a long bath. She accepted the drink.

Her lids shut tight, drowning out the shouts of her internal debates as she swallowed the contents loudly.

Tart, she thought, the taste of red wine slightly stung her lips and she licked them with a smack. Katara cleared her throat, unprepared for the burn streaming down her throat and warming her belly. It wasn't strong, of course, but nor was she a heavyweight drinker. The alcohol caused her to slightly swoon and she felt her limbs turn to jelly.

She could feel their eyes trained on her. Katara began to wonder how she got herself into this. They say curiosity kills the pumacat, but in her case it landed her in a room with a vigilante and an enemy, and considering she felt like her heart was going to give out at any given moment, that just might be the outcome.

"More?" she was inquired.

Taking a deep inhale, she nodded quickly, clenching the front of the robe Jet had lent her.

It began when she decided to take a stroll through the city, going as far as the outer ring and she had found herself lost after helping a mother carrying an infant in a sling with her groceries. The kind woman invited her to dinner, and Katara politely accepted.

What she didn't predict was stumbling upon Zuko working in a rusty teashop after entering the facility in hopes of finding someone to give her direction. He looked different. Content and normal but the scar didn't fool her and neither did those eyes. Those eyes that struck fear in her heart for the last year. Those eyes that followed her and her friends around the world, unrelenting and merciless.

Katara kept her cool, opting to watch him hidden in the background among the crowded facility. Patrons boasted about the tea, bustling and calling out for more. She ordered some from whom she guessed was the owner and couldn't disagree.

After the shop closed, she waited patiently outside until Zuko walked out into the alleyway with his uncle and a sack carried in one arm. The Fire Nation men went their separate ways, and she followed the banished prince, bracing herself for whatever his intentions were. Now that she knew he was here, it was only natural she finds out what he is up to and stop him.

What she wasn't prepared to see was Zuko knocking on the door of a rundown apartment and Jet answering with a playful smile, lacing his fingers with young firebender's.

The first time she observed them being intimate, Jet trained his lips over Zuko's neck, arms wrapped possessively around his waist, his erection pressed against Zuko's backside. Jet nipped at his jugular, his hands caressing Zuko's chest. Zuko reacted by firmly clutching Jet's thigh, groaning and writhing when Jet cupped the bulge in his pants.

It frightened her. At first. Azula might as well strike her with lighting because that's how it felt when her heart throbbed in her throat. Their act etched into her mind like a solid brand and Katara found herself drawn to the intimate display. Warmth sparked in her lower belly, sending a rush through her bloodstream and the sound of her racing heartbeat drummed in her ears.

She had never seen Zuko flustered, so…unlike himself. And Jet, though his sexual orientation wasn't that much of a shock, and neither was the way he made love, it was unclear to her why he had selected Zuko, of all people, as his partner.

After frequent visits she had learned that Jet was the one who preferred to take the lead. Zuko sometimes playing hard to get but in the end conceded, allowing himself to fall into Jet's rough embrace. Jet would leave shameless marks all over Zuko's body and Zuko would tease him until he made him beg.

Katara should hate herself for this. Weeks went by and she hadn't bothered to tell a soul about the two, making every excuse in the book to leave the gaang's residence in the inner ring. She would watch quietly from outside the apartment. Majority of the time they spent their nights together making love in the dark and others, Jet would try to break a smile from Zuko's lips when they casually kept each other company, only succeeding minimally. But Katara could tell Zuko enjoyed Jet's banter.

Then one day, she found herself caught off guard. Jet had seen her wandering through the streets, looking at some trinkets at a stand nearby his apartment. He hugged her immediately on sight, declaring how glad it was to see her and how much he had changed. He even went as far as to invite her to his place for tea, refusing to take no for an answer.

Sitting on his bed as he brewed the tea, all she could think about was what they had done on this bed, and that floor, and against the wall.

La, help her, how did she become such a perv? She might as well be officially labeled creeper because no other kind of person would go out of their way to watch two guys fucking.

Jet handed her a cup, going on and on about what had happened after the Freedom Fighters dispersed and what he went through to get to Ba Sing Se.

Night was approaching. Katara became nervous and every time she made an excuse to leave, Jet would use his usual charm to make her stay. It wouldn't be long before Zuko left work to come here and if he sees her, there's no telling what could happen.

"What's the rush?" Jet smirked as though sensing her discomfort and closing the distance between them on the bed. His proximity close enough for her to feel the heat radiating from his lean body. "You don't want to stick around?"

She gulped. "I-uh-I have-"

"Have somewhere to be?" Jet clasped her hand, the skin he stroked with his thumb prickled. "The window is only a few good feet away, I'm sure you'll have plenty of time before Lee gets back."

Katara's brows shot up and her breath caught in her throat. "You know." It was a statement more than a question. Shit.

As though on cue, Zuko walked in through the front door. One look in their direction and he rolled his eyes. "Why is she here?" He sneered, walking to kitchen to get a cup of water.

"My, my, Lee." Jet squeezed her hand firmly, heat licking up and down her back. "Want to know a secret, Kat?" He grinned mischievously, "when you're watching us, he gets off so much harder."

Katara hesitantly glimpsed in Zuko's direction in time to see him spitting out his water. His good eye widened, face burning crimson. That's when Katara knew she had gotten herself in so much deeper than she anticipated. She wanted it. She wanted whatever was between the two men and it was too unbearable not to admit.

She was crestfallen, but the shame didn't stop her for what was bound to happen next.

"Woah, there" Jet laughed, easing the second serving of wine from her hand. "Take it easy, it's no fun if you're inebriated, I like my partners to remember how much I please them."

"How can you be this calm!" Zuko snapped. Katara was sort of thankful that he spoke her mind. Zuko caught her gaze, seeing a flicker of worry before it retreated back to anger. "This…I don't know if I can do this."

"So, you don't want her?" Silence was the banished prince's only response. "Or are you afraid she doesn't want you." Jet brushed her neck with his nose, whispering something huskily.

Zuko's heart jumped in his chest when her eyes lidded in his direction, and she nodded her head from whatever Jet had questioned her.

"See, she wants it just as much as you do." Jet exclaimed.

Zuko approached them, hands out as though to prove he was harmless. Not that she did after everything she witnessed over the last few weeks. Albeit, she didn't disregard what he was like beforehand and the fact that he was lying to Jet about his identity.

"You don't have to do this, if you don't want to." Zuko stated.

Jet rolled his eyes, dismissing Zuko's words. "I think Katara can figure that out for herself."

Zuko made to protest but Jet nuzzled his nose into the shell of her ear, whispering, "I know exactly how to make you feel good." His hot breath sent jolts down her core.

He whispered memories. Memories of their first time together back at the treehouse in the Earth Kingdom. Memories of the way he sent her over the edge multiple times with just his fingers alone and how he had her panting his name. Zuko was surprised to find out that Katara wasn't a virgin and most of all because of Jet. That's something they shockingly had in common. He always thought she was interested in the Avatar but considering her actions the past several weeks, he now sees her in a different light.

"Jet…" Katara mewled, allowing him to disrobe her.

Jet smirked against her ear, glancing sideways at Zuko, who was watching, fixated on her tantalizing curves as the robe slipped from her person onto the bed spread. Jet trailed calloused fingers up her voluptuous hips, reaching around to grope her ass with both hands. Zuko following every movement, every touch and he could feel the goose flesh rise on his skin, his cock rubbing painfully in his trousers.

"Leave it up to me, baby." He told her, winking at Zuko. He filled her glass with wine again, placing the bottle on the nightstand. After taking a sip, Jet brushed his lips with hers, asking for entrance. She parted them, allowing Jet to pour the alcohol down her throat and his tongue followed. Katara desperately clung to his shoulders, deepening the kiss with heated cheeks, seeking his tongue out with her own.

"Someone's eager." He chuckled.

Jet cupped her chin, tilting it upward to press searing kisses down her neck. His rough lips sent tingles down the crook until he reached her clavicle, dipping his tongue into the collarbone. Katara's eyes began to flutter.

"Don't close your eyes." Jet caressed her hair, combing his fingers through the locks, his breathing laborious. "Look at him." He gestured at Zuko, whose heated gaze stared attentively at the couple. "See how he looks at you?"

Gold eyes turned molten. Her mouth gaped open, keen on the way Zuko looked at her, it was almost palpable. But then his brows furrowed, and she could see the doubt.

Maybe she didn't have Zuko pegged like she thought she did. When Jet had proposed this…whatever this is, Katara somehow found herself agreeing to participate, despite her inner voice screaming how irrational this was.

Her heart hammered in her chest when Zuko kneeled before her, Jet making space to allow him to carefully part her legs. A blush graced her cheeks. He was warm. Zuko leaned in, amber eyes never breaking contact with her cerulean as he told her to lie down, bending her knees and pushing them towards her chest. She could feel arousal spike in her loins. One chaste kiss to her inner thigh made her dizzy. Then another and another. His tongue circled the flesh, sending opening mouth kisses all the way to the apex of her thighs. His tongue darted a quick lick to her swollen clit, provoking Katara to pitch a low scream.

"Ah!" she cried, the sharp intake of breath almost made her choke, clinging to the messy sheets. Zuko blew warm air on her sex, her inner walls clenched, a haze washing over her body. He buried his face between her legs, lapping, sucking and nibbling on her clit. He raised his body temperature, slipping his tongue between her folds and her moans turned to shrieks, and when she erupted, Zuko drank up every ounce of her orgasm, her wetness dripping down his chin.

Jet pulled him from between Katara's legs by his hair, receiving a scowl. Jet's lips crashed down on Zuko's and he hummed sensually. "Mmm, you taste just like her." Jet purred, licking his lips of Katara's essence and her stomach flipped seeing them kiss with her fluids glistening on their lips. Lust flared in her abdomen once again.

Once they parted, Jet was amused to find Katara running a hand over the nape of her neck while the other massaged her breast.

"So you like it when I kiss Lee?" She blushed. Averting her eyes, Katara nodded. "Do you want to kiss Lee?"

Zuko saw her nod again, the excitement rising in his chest. He would not easily admit it but Katara had been the object of many of his late-night fantasies since he first stepped foot on the icy tundra of the Southern Water Tribe. He would lie awake thinking about her in his ship's cabin, hating himself for feeling jealous of her and the Avatar's relationship. But what was it to him? They were his enemy and restoring his honor was top priority.

He sensed her the first night she had snuck up to Jet's apartment. He had every intention of apprehending her but when she didn't advance any further than watching them through the window, he found himself intrigued by her interest. It didn't take long before Jet himself became aware. Zuko's drive had increased and Jet knew out of the many times they had made love, Zuko had never climaxed more than once.

Zuko gasped. Her lips were cool to the touch. He closed his eyes, placing his hand behind her head. It wasn't rough or bruising like Jet's, or timid like Song's, or startling like Jin's. This was passionate and sweet just like Katara herself and Zuko found himself falling deeper. In all the years in which he thought nothing could sate him aside from regaining his honor, the waterbender was the one to bring him there, and he welcomed her wholeheartedly.

When Jet started to feel left out, he went to sit behind Katara on the bed, sitting her up between his legs, Zuko and Katara still connected at the mouth. Hi hands roamed her back, and he felt her shudder as he massaged up and down her spine. His moved to her breasts, playfully weighting the supple mounds before caressing them, rolling her hardened nubs between his index and middle finger.

Katara pinched her brows, wrapping her arms around Zuko's neck and pulling him closer. He groaned against her mouth, Jet's knuckles brushing over Zuko's pecs as he massaged Katara's chest. Zuko slid his tongue over Katara's teeth and she welcomed him.

He pushed her against Jet, forcing them on their backs, placing his hands on either side of their heads. Jet suckled on Katara's ear, his lust filled gaze locked onto Zuko's. As though reading his mind, he leaned into Jet for a chaste kiss before turning his attentions back to Katara.

"Tell me what you're comfortable with." Zuko rasped. "We can go at this however you want. There's no need to overwhelm yourself." He placed his forehead against hers, Katara feeling faint from the smell of herself on his breath.

"I want you both." She said, eyes glazed over.

Zuko scanned her face, uncertain how to respond.

Jet shrugged. "I'm up for it."

"Huh-but-" Zuko stammered, "Do you even know what you're doing?"

"Well, yeah. Not exactly my first rodeo."

Zuko and Katara darted a look at Jet. "Somehow I'm not surprised." Katara remarked.

"Now you know what to look forward to." Jet nibbled at the flesh on her shoulder, making her giggle. "What do you say, Lee? Think we can show her a good time?"

Zuko looked between the two. It took all his courage alone just to give himself to Jet, not that he didn't care for him or he didn't feel guilty enough for lying to him but Katara was different. He always imagined, even though he assumed it was impossible, that their first time would be special, something between just him and her. But this war had turned all their worlds upside down and dreams were fleeting. She was someone he could see himself truly caring for. Katara was strong, compassionate and most of all, more beautiful than any woman he's ever encountered.

Jet, on the other hand, burst into his life like a raging volcano, stirring up feelings he never felt before. Yet, his feelings for Jet didn't come close to what Katara was stirring up in him.

Swallowing the lump in his throat, Zuko removed his trousers, Jet only discarding his shirt and lowering his trousers enough to free his cock. Katara eyes roamed over Zuko's naked form, and he was pleased by her scrutiny. He cocked a smirk, grinding his hardened length against her sex, eliciting a loud moan and causing Katara to rub her bottom against Jet's cock and he grunted from the friction.

Deciding to tease him, Katara continued to grind against Jet's crotch. Jet reciprocated, running his hands up and down her arms, all the while cursing under his breath.

"Zuko. Touch me." She pleaded, sapphire eyes burning with want. He complied, tracing the curve on her collarbone and trailing his lips across her forehead.

She asked him to lie down for her, rolling off of Jet to straddle Zuko and the worry returned to his face.

"Is everything okay?" She asked, almost laughing at being the one to console him.

Zuko didn't reply. His adam's apple bobbed, light perspiration forming on his brow.

Jet kneeled behind her on the bed. "He's nervous because he's never been with another woman like this." Betrayal shadowed Zuko's face, peering intensely at Jet.

The knowledge seemed to have made this whole experience much easier for Katara and she found herself happy to know she was his first. Katara leaned into Zuko, meeting him chest to chest , gliding her hands up his arms and locking fingers. She rocked her hips into his, eliciting a hiss and Zuko breathed her name for the first time and she loved it. Katara's jaw slacked, gripping his hands tight while feeling Jet guide her hips.

She could hear Zuko's sighs, long and soft. Katara peered up at him, leaning in to kiss him soundlessly, peppering kisses down his jaw. "I want you." She stated. "Both of you. Now."

Jet slipped fingers between her folds, pumping her sweet spot until she shuddered and came. He used her fluids to lubricate his cock. Katara lined Zuko's member to her center, teasing the tip until he sobbed her name and she slid down, feeling him twitch inside her. The sound of Katara's wetness made Jet's cock go red, his breath brushed the nape of her neck as he carefully inserted a finger into her puckered entrance.

She tensed from the invasion, whimpering at how both good and strange it felt. Hoping to ease her, Zuko bucked upward, the distraction allowing her body to relax, and Jet mumbled something fairly dirty while inserting his finger in her to the knuckle.

Zuko eyed Jet, shooting him a look as though telling him he better be gentle, and Jet only laughed hoarsely. Jet thrust his cock into her inch by agonizing inch, clenching his teeth and releasing sharp exhales whenever Katara would whimper. But those soon turned to mewls when he managed to completely sheath himself inside her, rocking short, quick thrusts.

The mix of pain and pleasure had her close, reveling in the feel of being filled from both holes deliciously. Sitting up, Katara lolled her head back against Jet's shoulder, parting her lips in invitation. He accepted, furrowing his sweat drenched brow and darting his tongue into the crevasses of her mouth. And she was so warm, so sweet.

"Fuck, baby, I'm so close." Jet groaned. His breath hitched in his throat when Katara arched her back, encouraging him to go deeper and he couldn't hold back. He could feel himself rising, baring his teeth and bucking into her wildly until he slammed into her one last time before spilling his seed.

Katara followed, gasping for air, mouth formed into an 'O', and she came hard.

Zuko, witnessing the contorted faces of both Jet and his newfound lover as they climaxed at the same time, had him thrusting erratically. He dug his fingers into the softness of her waist hard enough to leave bruises, pounding into her, his hips moving out of rhythm, and he felt the tight squeeze of Katara's sex once again before biting down hard his bottom lip. She trembled, fluids seeping past their connection and running down her inner thighs.

"Katara." He murmured, panting hotly. "Katara, you feel so good!"

Zuko looked so beautiful, with his red swollen lips and his burning amber eyes and Katara cried his name out like a chant. Over and over until Zuko's felt himself coming close. His body spasmed into strong waves of pleasure, releasing spurts of his cum onto his belly after she pulled away to finish him off with her hand. And Agni help him if that wasn't the best thing he's ever felt.

Katara collapsed on to Zuko's chest, willing herself to calm down. Still dizzy from her orgasm, she was placed between the two men on the bed, facing Jet while Zuko spooned her from behind, burying his face in her neck, wisps of his dying pants sifting through the loose strands of hair from her braid.

They were quiet until the sound of Jet's soft sighs broke the silence in the dimly lit room.

"Do you regret it?" Katara could feel Zuko press his lips in a firm line against her skin. "You know…with me?"

Turning to face Zuko, her eyes trained over his face. This night had been beyond anything she had ever felt or done. Yes, she was worried how this would impact their futures, yet somehow it felt okay not to fret over at the moment. Could she ever come to have feelings for Zuko or Jet? That was a question she couldn't answer right now. Zuko, she was for sure, was good and she supposed that's something she can credit him for.

"No."