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Tempest: The Western Air Temple Part II	By : AnimeFantasyFan Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > Het - Male/Female > Katara/Zuko Views: 10504 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Act III

Back inside the Western Air Temple. Zuko wanders down a hallway, his shoulders hunched and his eyes tired. He heads back to the kitchen area, only to find the fire extinguished and everyone gone. He sighs, and heads toward the sleeping corridor. He enters his room, closing the door by leaning against it. Camera pans into a closeup of Zuko’s face as he pinches the bridge of his nose and rubs his eyes.

Zuko: (quietly) Spirits, what a day…

He steps towards the bed, and his eyes widen. He stops, and the camera pans to reveal what has startled him. Katara lies asleep on the bed, her boots on the floor. Beams of moonlight streak across her, as she shifts in her sleep. Camera cuts back to Zuko, who looks up at the ceiling with a look of utter exasperation. He runs his hands through his hair, as his expression changes to one of irritation. He walks around the side of the bed.

Zuko: (still quiet) I don’t deserve this.

He leans over her a line of her previous dialogue plays.

Katara(flashback): I’m not interested in you…. I don’t want your friendship, or to have anything to do with you!

Zuko’s expression is one of anger as he shakes her shoulder.

Zuko: I guess I’m just too interesting to resist, huh?

Katara stirs, and looks up at him, blinking in confusion. She frowns.

Katara: (annoyed) What are you doing?

Zuko: Trying to sleep, or is that too much to ask? Or have I not been penitent enough to deserve a decent night’s sleep, Waterbender?

Katara: Why should I care?

Zuko growls, and kneels on the bed, towering over Katara. She pushes herself back, but her hand slips on the sheet, and she falls onto her back. Zuko glares down at her, visibly upset.

Zuko: You’ve followed me everywhere for the past three days, and insult me at every opportunity.

Katara: (angry) Get over yourself. I’m not following you, I’m watching out for Aang.

Zuko: (scoffs) I noticed you didn’t deny insulting me.

Katara: Would you just get out already!

She tries to rise, but Zuko pushes her back on the mattress. She moves her arm to strike or possibly bend, but he grabs both of her arms, pinning them above her head. Katara growls at him, her voice low and dangerous.

Katara: Get off of me. Now.

Zuko: Not until you tell me exactly why you’re doing all this to me. You know I’m trying to do the right thing!

Katara: And this (she gestures to their position on the bed) is the right thing?

They are silent for a moment, looking at one another. A wide range of emotions are displayed, confusion and anger, and the silence holds as their expressions transform to melancholy.

Zuko: Why can’t you give me another chance?

Katara: Because I gave you one before. But that wasn’t enough, was it?

Zuko: Katara-

Katara: (cracked whisper) Why wasn’t it enough?

Katara looks on the verge of tears, and Zuko closes his eyes, turning away from her. His hands are still on her wrists, and Katara lies motionless, watching him.

Zuko: Even from the beginning… more than I wanted the Avatar, I just wanted to go home. (He looks down at Katara) Azula offered me everything I had lost, that I had spent the last three years trying to reclaim.

He lets go of Katara’s wrists, and sits up on the side of the bed. He looks out the window.

Zuko: It was an easy way out, a quick fix to all of my problems, and I took it blindly. Even though I knew she always lies.

Katara: (sitting up beside him) You’re not the first person to give into temptation, Zuko.

Zuko is silent, and Katara reaches out to him, her hand cupping the side of his cheek, a direct parallel to her gesture in the cave, except that she is on his right instead of in front of him.

Zuko: Don’t do that if you don’t mean it. I’ve had enough of being teased.

Katara pulls her hand away and leans into hug him, putting her head on his shoulder.

Katara: I’m so sorry. I really… shouldn’t have said all those things.

Zuko: So you still meant some of them?

Katara: (pulls away from him slightly) What did you expect? Do you have any idea what your joining Azula did to me?

Zuko: How could I? You wouldn’t tell me anything. You just glared at me or insulted me.

Katara looks about to retort, but she hesitates, taking in his statement. She sighs heavily, leaning against him. Her eyes are full of grief.

Katara: It felt like deja-vu. It felt like everything I had dared to hope for was just one big illusion. It was like you had my mother’s necklace again, and were teasing me with it… only this time you had actually tied it on, before ripping it away.

Zuko reaches up to touch the pendent, and Katara closes her eyes and sighs. She lies back on the mattress, looking back up at him. A tear falls down into her hair.

Zuko: What can I do to turn back time to when you would have let me in?

Katara turns her face away, tears still falling.

Katara: You can’t.

Zuko leans closer to her, pulling her chin back to face him. Their faces are inches apart

Zuko: Why not?

Katara: Because every day I’ll wonder if you really meant everything you did, if everything you said was just another empty promise.

Zuko: Then I’ll just spend every day making up for the last one.

He closes the distance between them and kisses her. Katara’s eyes go wide, and when he pulls away, she is blushing. Her expression changes from bewilderment to sadness.

Katara: Don’t do that if you don’t mean it. I’ve had enough of being teased, too.

Zuko: I guess that’s another thing we have in common.

Katara leans up to kiss him. Her hands move up to his face, trailing through his hair. Zuko sighs as her hands run along his scalp. She breaks the kiss, and the blush still hangs on her cheeks. She is smiling, but her eyes still look pained. Zuko brings up his hand to stroke her cheek, and leans into nuzzle her. He pulls back, and her expression looks a bit brighter, though the pained look still lingers on her face. Zuko wraps a hand around her waist, then shifts onto his back, pushing her on top of him, his hands on her thighs. Katara looks down, her expression uncertain.

Katara: What are you-?

Zuko: You’re in control. You’re on top. What happens, or doesn’t happen, is up to you. It’s your decision now.

Katara eyes soften, and shifts as she looks down at him. Zuko hisses at her movement, his whole body shuddering. He looks up at her, eyes wide in astonishment.

Zuko: Is that what you want?

Katara blinks and looks down. The camera follows her gaze, revealing how low on Zuko’s torso she’s now sitting. Cut back to Katara’s face, with her blush spread all the way to her ears. She gulps.

Katara: Maybe I should get off. (realizes the innuendo) I mean, up! (finds another innuendo) I mean-

She waves her arms animatedly, blubbering, and Zuko shakes his head at her embarrassment, laughing. Katara slaps him lightly on the chest.

Katara: Stop laughing at me!

She jerks her hips again, and Zuko freezes.

Zuko: You should be more careful, Katara.

He looks down where she’s sitting and back up at her, his expression serious. Katara leans down slowly, her thighs gripping his hips, and Zuko draws in a sharp breath.

Katara: And what should I be careful of?

Zuko: (blinks, his voice uncertain) Pushing us into something we’re not ready for?

Katara: Not ready?

She pushes her hips back, and Zuko bucks with a gasp. Katara’s eyes are dark, and she grins cheekily.

Katara: It feels like you’re already ready.

Zuko opens his mouth to reply, but Katara rocks back and forth slowly, her eyes on his face, as he struggles to control himself.

Katara: And what makes you think I haven’t been ready for this for a long tme?

Zuko slides his hands up her thighs, and up to her back, pulling Katara down to him. His voice is husky when he speaks.

Zuko: How long?

Katara: Before Ba Sing Se. Use your imagination.

Zuko lets her up, and Katara looks down at him, waiting for a response. He blinks, silent.

Katara: I’d never been touched like that before.

Her hands trace her ear and down her cheek and around her neck. Zuko’s mouth drops open.

Zuko: (disbelief) Since the tree?

Katara: It wasn’t anything more than a fantasy, really. It’s hard to explain. (Her expression looks wistful) But then we met again and you were different. You needed help.

Zuko: (sighs) I should have let you help me.

Katara: That day made me wonder if those thoughts I’d had of you were more than just wishful dreaming. And then when we met in the cave-

Zuko: You’d really dreamed of me?

Katara: It was like it was a sign. I met a fortune teller who told me that I’d meet a powerful bender, and we’d connect. I was sure... really sure, that the one she was talking about was you.

Zuko is silent, his hand brushing up and down her thigh.

Katara: It hurt, worse than anything I’d ever felt before. Worse than when Aang burned me, worse than when Jet betrayed me, worse than watching my father sacrificing himself for us.

Zuko pulls her hand into his, squeezing it gently.

Katara: I hated you, so badly. I hated how you were able to make me feel so much pain, how I couldn’t just shut you out. And then you showed up again, claiming to have changed, and I didn’t care about what you had done to Aang, or Toph, or my brother. I cared about what you did to me.

Cut back to Zuko, his expression filled with guilt.

Katara: I was so selfish, and angry. I hated you just as much as I hated myself. And yet somehow, I still couldn’t push you away. Everything I did, you just bounced back from, and it made me happy. And then that made me angry. I couldn’t get rid of you.

Zuko smiles, but remains silent.

Katara: I was angry, but I didn’t want to be angry. I didn’t know how to stop that feeling. But it was as though there were only two options, liking you and hating you, and I didn’t want to do either, not after everything that had happened.

Zuko: (whispers) You have no idea what I would give to be able to take away that pain.

Katara: (sighs, her shoulders slumping) I’m so messed up.

Zuko: You’re not. This was my fault. You were right.

Katara: I still liked you, even though I knew that you didn’t like me, considering what you did. Even though I was doing horrible things to you, there was still this little piece of me that couldn’t hate you. And it kept growing, even though I was angry with you… I still liked you.

Zuko: (eyebrow raised) So, the past few days, they were like… courting?

Katara: (laughs sadly) Well, I had to make you sorry, didn’t I? I know I was going about it in the wrong way… I wanted to make you just as miserable as I felt.

Zuko: Don’t be upset, but I’m strangely reminded of my sister.

Katara blinks, then shakes her head with a smile. She laughs, and it carries more mirth than her previous one.

Katara: I think I can forgive your thoughts wondering to Azula of all people this one time.

Zuko rises his hand over his head, pulling Katara close to him. He kisses her softly, and he lets go of her hand as she runs it along his face.

Zuko: I felt the same way, you know.

Katara: What?

Zuko: I was just as angry at myself as I was at my sister for betraying me. My uncle had told me that I was at the crossroads of my destiny, and that I would have to make the decision that decided my future. And I chose wrong. I went back to the Fire Nation, and saw that everything I was pursuing was the wrong thing. I was so caught up in my own illusion of what was right and wrong that when it shattered, I had nothing.

Zuko looks up at Katara, and strokes her cheek.

Zuko: And I could have had something. And it would have been the best thing that had ever happened to me. My uncle saw it, but I was too selfish and prideful and scared to consider my mistakes until it was too late.

Katara lays her head on his chest, and they are silent, wrapped up in their memories. Katara pushes herself up with her forearm, looking into his eyes.

Katara: It’s not too late, you know. You’re here now.

Zuko: But I don’t have anything to offer you.

Katara: You said that you would give anything to take away my pain?

Zuko: (chuckles) I didn’t think you heard me.

Katara: What would you give?

Zuko: What would you want?

Katara: Prove me wrong. Show me that I’m not a fool for wanting you.

Zuko: (frowns) But how do I do that?

Katara leans to where her lips are just brushing his ear. The camera pans into a closeup of her lips as she whispers to him.

Katara: Use your imagination. Turn back time to when it was just us and then you did the right thing. Show me that part of you that you would have shown me.

Cut back to Zuko as she pulls back to look at him. He sits up, looking at her. Zuko pulls her to him and captures her lips in a fierce kiss. He runs his hands up and down her back as he pushes her back onto the mattress. He bites at her bottom lip, and she opens her mouth, still kissing him. His tongue pushes into her mouth, and she moans, arching her back to push herself closer to him. Her fingers curl into his shirt, and she pulls at it. Zuko sits up, taking her hint, and pulls it over his head, tossing it on the floor. Katara smiles, sitting up and running her hands along his chest, and leans in to kiss his collarbone, and down towards his abdomen. Zuko shivers, and pushes her back onto the bed, running his fingers over her chest and stomach. He loops his fingers into the white sash of her dress, looking into her eyes for permission. Katara remains silent, gripping his hand with her own, before pulling at the sash to allow the dress to fall open. Zuko reaches up and trails a hand along the white breast bindings. Katara shivers.

Katara: Z-Zuko…

He leans down to kiss her again as he strokes her breasts, and she moans, gripping the mattress beneath her.

Zuko: It could be even better without these.

Katara looks up at him, knowing what he is implying. She scoots out from underneath him and sits up, lifting her arms seductively, and pulling at the fabric underneath her right armpit. She undoes the bindings slowly, as the camera pans back to Zuko, who is taking in every movement. As the last bit of the fabric is pulled away, she drops it on the floor, still hiding her breasts with a teasing expression. Cut back to Zuko, who crawls over to her on the bed, running his hands over her nude form. He begins to pull her arm from her chest, but she stops him, trailing a finger down to her leggings. She pulls at the sash, but Zuko grabs her hand.

Zuko: (whispering) I wanted to do that.

Katara: But you’ve got your own pants to worry about.

Zuko sits up and undoes the drawstring of his trousers, sliding them down slowly, smirking, as Katara watches with interest, having already taken off her own, dropping them onto the floor with her breast bindings. She turns back toward him, fully nude, and looks up and down his body, taking in his manhood.

Katara: (smiling)Is it a royal thing?

Zuko: (smirking again) We’re descended from gods, you know.

Zuko walks back toward the bed, propping himself over her. Katara shivers, running her hands down his sides, to his hips. Zuko lowers his head, nuzzling her cheek.

Zuko: Last chance to turn back.

Katara: (frowning up at him) You say this now?

Zuko: I don’t want this to be something to regret later.

Katara: Do you plan on doing something stupid later?

Zuko: Not really. I’ve had my fill of stupidity.

Katara: Good. ‘Cause last time I checked, you were about to make up for the last stupid thing you did.

Zuko: (smirking as he gazes over Katara’s nude form) I guess I should start showing you how penitent I am.

Katara: You said yourself that you wouldn’t getting any sleep.

Zuko: I guess that makes two of us.

He shifts his hips and Katara lets out a gasp, and turns her face into Zuko’s neck, nuzzling him before kissing and nipping at his skin. Her arms wrap around his back, clutching. Zuko growls softly, and turns his head to kiss her as he repositions himself. Katara stiffens as he moves, and whimpers as he penetrates her. Once fully sheathed, he looks up at her, smoothing her hair.

Zuko: You okay?

Katara: Yeah, it didn’t hurt nearly as much as I thought it would. It’s just… different.

Zuko: Different?

Katara: It’s… hard to describe.

Zuko: Well, let’s see if we can figure out some other words.

He pulls out some of the way before pushing back into her. Katara’s nails cut into Zuko’s back as she moans loud enough to make Zuko wince.

Zuko: I love that sound, but please don’t be so loud. We don’t want to wake the entire temple.

He lowers his head back to kiss her as they rock gently. As they continue, Katara’s fingers clench, and Zuko hisses as she scratches him. Zuko moves his head to her neck, biting, and Katara moves her hands to her breasts, kneading them in time to his movements. Zuko props himself on one arm, and brushes Katara’s hand away from her chest, taking her nipple and squeezing it.

Katara: (gasping) Z-Zuko!

Katara’s legs lift, and she wraps them around Zuko’s waist. Her toes curl and she murmers something unintelligible into Zuko’s neck, inciting a groan from him as he thrusts harder. Katara moans his name again, her voice high and cracked as though she were crying. She pushes her hips back against his, writhing, and her cries become louder. Zuko groans in response, and moves his head to kiss her deeply, pushing his tongue into her mouth. They rock together for a few minutes more until Katara’s entire body shudders, clinching tightly to Zuko just as he stiffens. Katara grips him, her arms shaking as she moans his name into his neck repeatedly, as the wave of her climax comes over her. Zuko groans as he releases into her, sighing her name as he leans into her, kissing over her entire face as he leans into her shoulder. They both lie panting for a moment, Katara running her fingers through Zuko’s hair as they both take in what just happened. Zuko pulls out of her, and his eyes widen.

Zuko: Oh no, Katara I-

Katara: Don’t worry about it.

Zuko: But-

Katara: (holding up a hand) Trust me.

Zuko looks confused, but nods and leans back onto Katara’s chest, as she continues lazily trailing her fingers through his hair. Katara looks out at the moon.

Katara: Thank you… for tonight.

Zuko: I think that’s my line.

Katara: (biting her lip) I can’t believe we just did that.

Zuko: No regrets, right?

Katara: (shakes her head) No, it’s just hard to believe that a year ago, we were trying to kill one another.

Zuko: I think it was less than that for you, if I’m recalling the other day correctly.

Katara: (closes her eyes) I’m sorry… for that. It’s just that… I had to be sure about you. I have to protect Aang. It’s my duty.

Zuko sits up to look into her eyes.

Zuko: And now it’s mine too.

They kiss again. Zuko props himself up on one hand, using the other to trail down her body. Katara shivers.

Katara: I still can’t believe that after everything I did you still came to my room.

Zuko stops, and looks down at her in confusion.

Zuko: Your room? This is my room-

He points at the table beside the bed to find the picture of his uncle, but the camera pans to reveal Katara’s waterskins. His eyes widen, and Katara begins giggling.

Katara: You thought I came to your room after what happened earlier? I’m not that cruel!

Zuko shakes his head, looking away with embarrassment.

Zuko: I’m sorry.

Katara leans up and whispers in his unmarred ear.

Katara: I guess that’s something else you’ll have to make up for….

She trails her hand down his stomach, and brushes her fingertips around his manhood. Zuko looks at her in surprise, and she smiles, pulling him on top of her again.

Katara: Fortunately for you, I’m feeling pretty forgiving right now.

Zuko smiles softly, and leans down to kiss her as they start touching again. The camera pans out to catch the moon, which is rimmed in blue on one side, and red on the other. Fade to white.
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Tempest: The Western Air Temple Part II