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Frustration	By : AngelaBlythe Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > Het - Male/Female > Katara/Zuko Views: 33558 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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AVATAR CHALLENGE 1 [Challenger]: style="mso-spacerun: yes">Katara is 18 and is sexually frustrated when she sees a familiar ship belonging to certain 20-year-old fire prince and decides to relieve her frustration with that prince.
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A/N: I don’t want to lie to you guys; I just like writing smut.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> This is slightly A/U-ish to suit my lazy needs.
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FRUSTRATION
Well…this was frustrating…
If there were another word for this, Katara would like to know what it was. Agitated didn’t quite do it, because while she was agitated, it wasn’t annoyance that drove her to the prince’s ship. Anxious wasn’t just right either, because she didn’t know what she should be expecting. At any rate, she knew what she wanted, and she was anxious for it, but anxious just wasn’t the right word.
Frustrated was the right word.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> She was frustrated for several reasons.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> The smallest of those being she hated it when Aang and Sokka had “boys’ night out.” Katara wasn’t an idiot, and she wasn’t all that innocent.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> She knew what Aang and Sokka did on boys’ night out. She knew why she wasn’t invited. Every other day of the week she was treated like “one of the guys,” but when boys’ night out came she was immediately brushed off as a girl that couldn’t understand.
But Katara did understand. Oh, how she understood. She was a teenager, too, after all. A real, hot-blooded, hormone-driven, sexually deprived teenager, and she had hungers and passions just like boys did. Sokka and Aang would never understand something like this.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> She was Katara – the calm, controlled, levelheaded waterbending master. She was Katara – so she wasn’t allowed to have fun or be independent or have passions or need things.
So, in outrage to all of these things – especially in outrage of boys’ night out – Katara was frustrated. Mostly because she wanted sex. And she wanted it now. It wasn’t often that she felt this way – well, she was usually able to fight the feeling off. Once or twice she had been so uncontrollably horny that she and Aang had actually done the deed.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> It usually left Katara feeling rather sick with herself. Aang was like her brother. And it hadn’t been that amazing anyway. She supposed if you had to lose your virginity to anyone it might as well be the Avatar.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> Katara just wished…well, she wished it fulfilled her like she thought it would have.
Wasn’t sex supposed to be the culmination of passionate feelings and desires? Wasn’t it supposed to be a roller coaster of pleasure and temptation and madness?style="mso-spacerun: yes"> Wasn’t it supposed to make her feel alive and wonderful?
The two or three encounters she and Aang had shared were not like this…they weren’t even close. Sure it had been nice, and Aang had more than made up for inexperience with exuberance, but Katara wanted something more.
She wanted something hot.
She wanted something passionate.
She wanted something…forbidden…
And what waited for her on that ship was about as forbidden as things came. What waited for her on that ship was dangerous, angry, and probably just as frustrated as she was. How did she know?style="mso-spacerun: yes"> Well, just three days ago Aang, Sokka, and Katara had foiled yet another attempt to capture Aang, and pretty much destroyed the prince’s ship in the process. Appa had not been having a good day…things got hurt when Appa was not having a good day. Like huge chunks of metal floating in the ocean with Avatars in chains.
She felt nervous butterflies swamp her stomach as she checked around the ship for guards. There seemed to be a skeleton crew that night – Zuko’s men were probably enjoying their own “boys’ night out.” Katara sneered and did a once over with her hair and clothes.
Katara had never owned anything particularly fancy, but in her years of travel with Aang and Sokka she had managed to collect a few nice things. Her robes were a pale color of blue, made of light, soft cotton for the heat of the Earth Kingdom.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> Instead of her warm, black, Water Tribe leggings she wore loose, light, white pants that belled at her pale blue slippers. She even wore her hair down. It was a tradition in her tribe for girls to never cut their hair until marriage. Katara had shorn hers off at the death of her mother, so hers was shorter than most girls in her tribe. Still, it was wavy and thick, and rested at her mid back in loose tendrils.
Her hand went to her throat when she realized what she was about to do. She had to take off her mother’s necklace. Somehow it felt as if someone was watching if she left it on. She slipped it into her pocket protectively as she created an ice bridge to the deck, melting it before anyone could see. What good was it being a waterbending master if she couldn’t sneak onto a ship via ice bridges? She smirked and fell into the shadows as two lazy guards walked by.
Believe it or not, this was not Katara’s first time on Zuko’s ship. Over the years of chasing and running, Katara had been captured twice – once she was even brought aboard the ship. The first time she was tied to a tree. Both times she had been in close proximity to the banished Fire Nation prince, and both times she had realized an uncomfortable truth…
Katara thought he was amazing. She admired him…kind of… His determination and his drive were unlike any she’d ever seen.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> Even Aang, who was supposed to be rushing to master all the elements, did not have the fortitude and resolve this Fire Nation prince possessed. He was exhilarating to fight – and she’d fought him plenty of times. While Aang was clearly more powerful than Zuko, Katara was just about at his level. Under the right circumstances she could beat him, but under any other circumstances she had to struggle to keep up with him. He was so serious and so powerful, his presence and voice were so commanding…he made her shiver… Despite the danger he posed to Aang, Katara found a man like that absolutely attractive.
Silently, swiftly, she ducked down below decks, cautious of any voices or footsteps. She was glad she hid in the shadows when she did, because as soon as she did a rather perturbed Fire Nation prince came stalking out of a room.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> He turned aggressively and tossed a game piece back from where he came. “I told you I don’t care about Pai Sho or tea or anything! Stop bothering me about stupid crap and let me go to bed!”
“We could set up the band…” the amiable voice of Zuko’s uncle said softly – almost humorously –from the room. Katara liked Zuko’s uncle. She’d met him several times, and found him to be nothing like the famed Dragon of the West reputation made him out to be.
“And I will not play the sungi horn!” Zuko barked, slamming the door and stalking down the hallways.
Katara’s eyes lit with fire and fascination as she followed him, careful to keep a safe distance. He was probably so distracted he wouldn’t notice her soft footsteps anyway. She ducked in a deserted hallway as she saw him open and close the door to his cabin.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> She smiled to herself, taking a few deep breaths. Somehow she was unable to have second thoughts about this. She knew she should – what she was doing was not only wrong, but would cause her brother to have a conniption fit and foam at the mouth. But Katara was brave if nothing else, and when she had her mind set on something it was more or less impossible to tear her away from her goal.
Biting her bottom lip, Katara checked the hallway.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> It was clear. She took a deep breath and walked out, gingerly opening the young prince’s door.
“I told you to leave me alone, Uncle,” the prince snapped peevishly. He was sitting – shirtless – on a cushion before a low altar. Three candles were lit, and his eyes were closed.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> Katara took a short moment to admire the fine muscular structure of his chest and abdomen. She’d seen her fare share of shirtless men in her life – between traveling with two of them and her brother’s love of earthbending tournaments (notorious for their shirtlessness), Katara had more than a rough idea what a good, strong chest should look like. Zuko impressed her.
She closed the door behind her. “Good thing I’m not your uncle,” she said in a soft, low voice, leaning back against the cabin door.
Zuko’s eyes snapped open as soon as she spoke, and by the time the last word left her mouth he was in a fighting position with flames in his hands. Katara made no move to defend herself. After years of battling and running away from the Fire Nation prince, Katara knew she was relatively safe with him – at least he wouldn’t kill her. He would use her as bait for the Avatar…again…
“What are you doing here?” he asked sharply, the fires ready to leap at her from his palms.
Katara stayed calm, however. “Well,” she said softly. “I’m not here to fight.”
Zuko frowned at her, the confusion apparent on his face. His flames died when she saw her relaxed posture, but he did not drop his fighting stance.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> “Then why are you here?” he asked suspiciously.
Katara smiled and didn’t answer. She looked about the room. Four Fire Nation tapestries hung on the walls – one above the bed, one where Zuko had been meditating, and two on the opposite wall.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> The room was otherwise sparse, with a desk nailed to the wall and a set of drawers in the corner.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> Everything was metal and plain.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> A decorative scroll that was open on his desk caught her eye. Zuko watched her warily as she moved about his room, inspecting the scroll in particular.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> It was a firebending scroll with advanced-looking techniques detailed on it.
Katara was shocked to see how swiftly he moved to her, his hand slamming down on the open scroll as he loomed over her.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> “Hasn’t anyone ever told you it’s rude to enter someone’s room without asking?” Apparently he no longer saw her as a threat since she hadn’t moved to attack.
Still, she refused to be intimidated by him.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> Instead, she crossed her arms and leaned against the desk. “Hasn’t anyone ever told you it’s rude to try and capture someone’s best friend?”
Zuko’s eyes lit with outrage and he growled.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> “Why don’t you give me one good reason why I shouldn’t lock you up in the brig?”
Katara’s eyebrow shot up and she batted her lashes coquettishly up at him. “Well,” she murmured, “because that won’t be any fun…”
Zuko made a face, stepping away from her.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> “What is wrong with you?”
She merely glared at him and shrugged her shoulders.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> She didn’t want him because he was particularly glib. She wanted him because she was frustrated and desperate and he was oh so forbidden.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> She sighed, redirecting her angle.
“How did it feel to have the Avatar slip through your fingers once again?” she asked dryly, with only a small hint of maliciousness.
He turned on her with feral eyes. “What?” he hissed.
Katara smiled. That got his attention. “To have the Avatar escape you time after time…to know he’s just a sixteen-year-old…to know how much more powerful he is…to know you’re just an annoyance to him…barely half the threat of Zhao…or your sister…”
He looked about ready to kill her. His eyes were dark and dangerous, and his hands were clenched at his sides. “To know that you’ll never really be able to capture him…” she continued softly, taking slow steps towards him. He watched her warily.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> “It must be…frustrating…”style="mso-spacerun: yes"> She enunciated the last word, standing inches away from him and looking up into his angry, confused, conflicted eyes. “I know how it feels to be frustrated,” she continued in a low voice, barely above a whisper.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> “I know how it feels to want something beyond your grasp…to ach and burn for something…to know it’s just one step too high…to feel absolutely overcome with desire and need…”
Somewhere along the line she had stopped talking about the Avatar and started talking about what she really wanted.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> Somehow she saw that Zuko understood this, for the anger in his eyes had died. In anger’s place stood lust…desire and need…
Katara shivered and closed her eyes as Zuko leaned down towards her. She could feel his hot, cinnamon-tinged breath on her face, feel the heat radiating off his bare chest. She was drowning in his warmth. Before his lips met hers he whispered something…commanded it…
“This…never leaves this room…”
His lips crushed against hers in a whirlwind of passion and lust. Katara had never felt anything so strongly as she felt what Zuko unleashed in her. It was a wild enthusiasm – a zeal, a craze, a psychosis.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> It was an untamed desire, feral and uncontrollable. It burned her like a fire, but it didn’t hurt. It felt amazing.
Zuko’s tongue plunged into her mouth, aggressive and demanding. Katara spared with equal fervor, though was taken a little off balance when he flattened her body against his, one hand brazenly traveling down her back to grab her behind.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> He squeezed her experimentally, pressing her closer with bruising force. Katara didn’t think she’d ever felt something so arousing as Zuko groping her wantonly, his tongue pillaging her mouth, moving down her neck.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> She jumped a little as he bit her.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> That would bruise… Then she moaned as he sucked and licked the area he’d bit.
Her nails dug into his bare back a little deeper when he kissed around her collarbone, pulling her robes aside to nip at her shoulder. She gasped when his other hand trailed down her back. His lips still hot and searing on her neck, Zuko reached down, grasping the backs of her thighs, and parted her legs, lifting her up to his hips as he slammed her against the wall next to his bed. It only knocked the breath out of her. Zuko hitched her a little higher, and Katara could feel his hardness through both their clothing.
He growled, ground against her and buried his eyes in the crook of her neck. Katara lolled back her head, white hot pleasure sweeping over her body as he rocked against her, simulating sex and breathing into her neck. Another moan escaped her lips and he bit her roughly at the collarbone. Katara ran her fingers down his shoulder blades, rocking with his thrusts as he kissed up her neck.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> He nipped at the shell of her ear, and she felt him smirk as he whispered.
“Katara,” he growled in a low, lusty voice.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> Desire hummed through her body at the way he said her name. She didn’t even know he knew her name – he usually called her Little Girl, or Little Miss Water Tribe, or Peasant. Though, as many years as he’d been chasing her he had to have picked up her name…
He licked the curve of her ear, chuckling darkly.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> “I’m going to make you scream, Katara,” he mumbled into her ear. And for some reason that was the sexiest thing he could have said to her at that point, for she shook with passion, hooking her ankles behind his back and kissing him swiftly. He returned the kiss with equal enthusiasm, his hands pulling at her robes, pushing them down to her hips and ripping at her chest wrap. He stared down at her bare breasts with dark eyes.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> She arched her back into his touch, his fingers surprisingly light with their caresses. He rocked slowly against her, sliding his tongue over her neck as he cupped her breasts.
She cried out softly when he lightly pinched her nipple. She felt him smirk into her neck, and she practically whined when he ran his hands up her stomach and ribs, skimming her breasts lightly. The bastard was teasing her!
With a soft grunt, Katara unhooked her legs and pushed Zuko away from her. Her robes fell to the ground, leaving her in her thin, white pants. He inhaled sharply with surprise when she forced him against the wall, kissing his neck and chest as her fingers worked at the drawstring of his silken pants. She smiled, noting Zuko was larger than Aang by a bit. As soon as his pants were on the ground Katara was on her knees.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> She heard a thump – Zuko’s skull on the wall – as Zuko groaned. “Oh, gods…”
She tasted him delicately, licking and tasting more than sucking. She heard Zuko groan again as she flattened her tongue on the underside of his manhood, sliding it over his length and then taking him in her mouth. The deep sounds of Zuko’s voice urged her on. She felt his fingers in her loose hair – not pulling or pushing, but playing… She smiled to herself reaching a hand up to cup his balls.
At this Zuko forced her up. She was automatically struck at the flushed shade of his face and heavy breathing. He pushed her into the bed, his lips falling on her breasts immediately. Katara cried out softly at the heat of his mouth.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> She gasped, arching her back as his teeth skimmed her nipple. Slowly his warm fingers slide over her waist and stomach, digging under her pants and pushing them off her hips. When his hand caressed her knees, edging them apart, Katara smiled, spreading her legs welcomingly. Zuko groaned, pulling way from her breasts and resting his head on her chest. His breath was heavy, like he was trying to collect his thoughts.
Katara inhaled sharply when his fingers brushed over her folds, and she arched her hips to meet his hand. She saw him bite his bottom lip, and she sighed into his expert fingers. Aang had no idea what to do down there…Zuko played her like a musical instrument, eliciting sighs and moans on his command.
“Gods, you’re wet,” he marveled, whispering in her ear as he teased her clit with nimble fingers. Katara gasped as he added a second finger, moaning and writhing beneath him. “You’re beautiful,” he added, licking the curve of her ear. “I don’t care if you’re a waterbender or not…you’re gorgeous, Katara…”
Katara felt herself dying a little as his hand slowed down, then sped up. Her whole body burned with the need of release. She needed…she needed… “Oh, please,” she begged, digging her nails into his shoulders. “Please, Zuko…please…”
She felt Zuko’s smile on her neck as she begged him.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> He bit the curve of her neck, sucking and licking as he pumped his fingers in and out of her ruthlessly.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> “Come for me, Katara,” he growled in her ear. Katara whimpered, her body screaming for release.
“Please…” she whispered faintly, her vision going blurry.
“Come for me,” he urged, rubbing her clit.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> “Say my name.”
“Zuko,” she cried out, shuddering as she did as he bid her. She felt as if her whole world was shattering when he pulled away from her, breaking the amazing contact that was giving her so much pleasure.
“You bastard!” she gasped, glaring at his smirk.
“I told you I was going to make you scream,” he replied darkly. “You haven’t screamed yet, Little Miss Water Tribe…”
With that he captured her lips again, forcefully pinning her wrists above her head with one hand. The aching absence of his hand still tormented her as he rubbed his manhood against her. She moaned into his kiss, feeling the burning passion and domineering possessiveness of it. She liked this kiss…
He slid into her slowly, as if savoring every centimeter of new contact. Katara whimpered, her breathing shallow, as he pulled out almost as slowly…and then buried himself to the hilt. She cried out in a ragged voice. “Yes,” she hissed, arching her back.
His free hand roamed her chest, pinching her nipples taunt as he kissed her neck. She squirmed under him, amazed at his control and balance. It couldn’t be easy… She moaned again as he pulled in and out of her, his hips jarring hers deliciously.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> “Zuko,” she murmured, growing delirious. She rocked her hips with his, meeting his slow, steady, mesmerizing thrusts.
She could only imagine what he saw when he looked down on her. She was short of breath, and her face felt flushed with passion. But he studied her with sharp eyes, watching her as she writhed and moaned beneath his measured thrusts. “Perfect,” he whispered in a low voice. “You’re perfect,” he reiterated, releasing her hands and burying his fingers in her hair as he kissed her.
Katara wrapped her arms around his neck, drawing him closer to her. His thrusts became faster, more powerful. Zuko broke his lips away from hers to look into her face. She returned his challenging gaze with heat, rising her hips to match his own.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> He snarled down at her, one of his hands moving to press her hips firmly to the bed. She moaned again as he buried himself to the hilt, jarring her senses.
The white-hot pleasure from before began to return as his hips bumped hers over and over. The same sensation of madness overtook her, and she raked her nails over his back. He hissed, nipping at her neck in return. Zuko sped up again, slamming into her none too gently. Katara cried out wordlessly, softly, when the heat became too much.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> “Now, Katara,” he growled in her ear, thrusting aggressively into her heat, driving her crazy and far over the edge. “Scream for me, my pretty little waterbender.”
Katara was sure she must have screamed, because when the amazing ecstasy of her orgasm hit Zuko was kissing her to silence her – or maybe just swallow her. Either way, the amazing sensation continued as he pumped in and out of her slowly.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> She milked him of his seed, rocking her hips gently with his as he finally stopped, pinning her beneath him.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> She didn’t mind…not in the least.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> It was comforting…she felt whole when he was inside of her, breathing into her neck and recovering from joint passion.
She was just vaguely aware of the soft kisses he planted on her cheeks and lips, down her neck. Katara felt a slow smile on her face, something content and blissful. “You’re amazing, Katara,” he praised her in her ear. “Extraordinary…”
Katara turned her face and caught his lips.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> It was a gentle kiss, one unlike the kisses before it. Zuko’s fire had lulled a bit, allowing Katara to search his body with her hands, kiss him softly and fully. He moaned lightly, rolling off of her onto his back. Katara followed him however, swinging her legs across his hips and straddling him.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> He looked up at her with soft eyes as she leaned down and planted soft kisses on his neck and chest, her hands skimming every inch of flesh she found. He let her, as if knowing she was just worshipping the body that had given her such pleasure, as if knowing she was wordlessly praising him with soft touches and kisses.
His hands on her hips helped her balance, and they warmed her, too, sliding over her thighs and backside, cupping her behind and squeezing. Katara smiled into his neck, her tongue darting out to taste his flesh again. Her lips traveled up to his ear – she was kissing his scarred side – and she took the scarred lobe between her teeth, giving it a gentle tug before running her tongue along the curve of his ear. She heard him gasp, though he didn’t sound angry.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> He growled, his hands tightening around her waist and pushing her over his manhood. She couldn’t believe he was hard again.
“Again, Katara,” he murmured, pushing her away from his ear. “I want you again.”
Katara had never been on top before, and this was apparently what he wanted. She felt a little unsure, but he helped her to position herself over his hardness.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> She felt a wonderful sense of control, listening to his moans. She took him all the way within her, rocking against him experimentally.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> He ran his hands down her backside and thighs again, thrusting up into her. Katara braced her weight against his chest, getting the feel of the position and pulling up slightly, sliding back down his length.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> He hissed at this, forcing her hips up and down with strong hands.
Rocking her hips and feeling the warmth build within her, Katara sighed. Zuko, however, had different ideas. He reached between them, stroking her nub with long, strong caresses. She tried to bat his hand away, but he captured her wrist, pinning it against her stomach as he continued to stroke her.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> “I want to see you come, Katara,” he commanded. “Come for me.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> You’re so beautiful when you do…”
Katara’s hands went to her head, pulling at her hair as she arched her back. He controlled her thrusting with one hand, stroking her aggressively with the other.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> How did he manage this?style="mso-spacerun: yes"> How could he make her feel like her whole being was set on fire? She gasped loudly, arching her back and sliding him further into her warmth.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> He growled at this, forcing her down on him with a strong hand.
The warmth reached her fingertips and she cried out in ecstasy. She could feel his seed scorch into her womb, and thought vaguely of needing contraceptive herbs in the morning. She collapsed on his chest, breathing heavily and lazily kissing his neck. His hands, calloused but warm, caressed her heaving back as she fought to catch her breath.
He had worn her out – it was everything she wanted and hoped for…more maybe… She was also slowly falling asleep. She let Zuko lift her body off if his, and was dimly aware of him covering her with warm blankets and moving about the cabin. She was almost asleep when he plucked her out of the bed, carrying her gently as he opened a door and steam erupted from the room. Katara smiled when the warm water enveloped her body.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> Zuko was cradling her against his chest, running his hands through her hair and kissing the top of her head.
Katara smiled gently, nuzzling his chest and sliding her hands around his trim waist. He was so marvelously muscular and cut. He was washing her back with a soft sponge, moving her hair to the side as he kissed her neck. The warmth of his chest and the water lulled her, and his roaming hands caressed every part of her body. She let him touch her however he wished – his hands were strong and slippery over her skin.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> Katara sighed into sleep, not feeling very frustrated at all.
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Zuko gazed down at the beautiful, sleeping waterbender in his arms. He smirked gently, running his fingers over her flawless cheek. She sighed into his touch, and he curled a loose strand of hair behind her ear before lifting her from the bathtub, wrapping her in a large towel and setting her gently on the bed. He washed himself quickly, drying off and crawling in the bed beside her.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> It was small, but it would do.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> Zuko rarely entertained in his room.
Actually, this would be the first time a woman entered his room… His initial surprise at seeing her had dulled his sense of danger. As it turned out she meant him no harm – this time. He knew he couldn’t trust her, but he could trust her enough for the night. She had hit at the core of what he was feeling – frustration. He had been so frustrated for the past few days, what with the Avatar escaping, his ship being damaged, and being so long without companionship.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> It had been at least a year since he’d had a woman. They weren’t really his top priority…and the women he had been with didn’t hold a candle to Katara.
Gods, she was beautiful! He dried her face and hair, pulling the towel away from her naked body. He would never get enough satisfaction from touching her gorgeous body, or her smooth, flawless skin. He pulled her against him, heating her as she shivered in her sleep. Almost on instinct, she nuzzled his neck softly.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> Zuko threw the covers over them, kissing her cheek before resting his chin over her head.
He had not given thought to what would happen in the morning. He hoped she would be up for another few rounds…firebenders rose with the sun after all…
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