Zuko's hands had gone to Katara's shoulders as his lips and tongue moved against her mouth, hands sliding down her back to the hem of her shirt with the intension of mimicking her touches - and oh, how good it felt to have her hand upon his stomach. No one had ever touched him in such a manner and it invoked a flurry of delightful feelings somewhere in the pit of his stomach, and he could feel his pants suddenly becoming tighter as her fingers moved downward.
He had just grasped the hem of her shirt, fingers barely getting the chance to brush against the skin of her lower back when Cordelia burst into the room and Katara jumped off of him. The firebending prince groaned in protest, sitting up and moving to reach for her to draw her back to him, when his golden gaze fell upon Cordelia and her words finally registered.
With a gulp he stood, pulling the wife beater back down and looking sympathetically to the waterbender, his own cheeks feeling warmer than usual. He cleared his throat and mumbled: "I gotta throw on a shirt and some shoes and I'll be down there." With that, he brushed past Katara - his arm lightly grazing her own - and stepping around Cordelia, headed out the door and to his room to do just that.