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Homecoming	By : DecieverGod Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > Het - Male/Female > Katara/Zuko Views: 9892 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Katara was leaning against a one of the posts on his bed, she had drifted off; she wasn't sleeping so much as resting her eyes
Azula paused at the door to her brother's room. She pressed lightly on the door and peaked inside. The girl was just sitting there against one of the posts of her brother's bed. She had her eyes closed. Azula smirked. "Well brother, after you." She gestured for him to enter first.
Zuko glared over at Azula, not sure he should go in if she knew what was inside and wasn't going in. All the same though, he did feel a little safer with her on his side. He pushed the door open and walked in passed his sister.
Katara kept her eyes closed, her brain was humming and she was vaguely aware of other people in the room
Azula once her brother was in the room she walked in behind him, closing the door behind her with a loud bang. "Hmm, so, this is the girl you were talking about?" She walked around Katara as much as she could, to size her up. "I don't know, that outfit is awfully gaudy. All those shiny things... But I suppose she is cute..." She smirked at the look that summoned to her brother's face.
Zuko blinked and looked at Azula in shock. He'd expected her to attack Katara or something. Not continue the facade.
Katara shifted and slipped, hitting her face lightly on the post and jerking awake "what? Yes?"
Azula "hmm... none to bright I see." she smirked. "But I guess you can't expect brains and breasts." she took a seat on one side of Zuko's bed looking at Katara and then slowly looking around the room. "Really brother you need to get some furniture. People will start to talk if they see you and girls like us sitting on your bed together." She smirked that pure evil smirk, and patted the bed next to her for Zuko to sit on.
Zuko stubbornly sat as far away from Azula as he could. Crossing his arms and glaring over at her. "Well maybe I would still have some furniture if someone hadn't burnt all my old stuff up."
Katara perked up and looked at them both before standing and backing away from the bed, she looked scared and looked like she was about to bolt " Uhm... Sire... My...Lady" she bowed her head to them.
Azula smirked playing with a lock of her hair as she let her gaze roam over the dancing girl spy. "Hmm, well? Weren't you going to dance for us?"
Zuko had no idea what Azula was up to, but when it came to torture and interrogation. He'd much rather Azula doing it for him, than to him.
Katara nodded. "Y-yes my Lady I was...you startled me." She bowed lower, her hair falling around her face. " Forgive me I acted poorly."
"It's fine, but before you start..." Azula stopped playing with her lock of hair and held back a truly evil smirk. "Remove that ghastly outfit. It hurts my eye even when you're just standing there, I'd hate to see you in while moving."
Zuko flushed a deep crimson. Had Azula really just told her to strip?! He thought this over for a second... A dancing girl couldn't really refuse an order from Azula, she was the princess, and really creepy. Plus she would expose herself if she outwardly refused, but she wouldn't actually get naked would she? I mean that kind of denouement...
Katara flushed but then did the unthinkable " Yes My Lady" she began to remove her outfit, but not the jewelry, she had taken a liking to it, she pushed the see through veil around her waist to the floor slowly then began to un-strap her top
Azula smirked, watching the interesting reactions the other girl's actions brought out on her brother's face. She'd never seen such an interesting mixture of awe, shock, confusions, and blood.
Zuko’s nose was bleeding but he was a little preoccupied trying not to stare at anything inappropriate as the dancing girl, Katara, stripped in the middle of his bedroom.
Katara slid the material that covered her chest off and let it fall to the ground, she was now half way exposed and had henna across her chest as well as down her arms, she refused to look embarrassed, Azula was pushing her buttons, she reached down and began to remove her pants slowly.
Azula pretended to be interested in her nails more than the scene that played out before her. "Oh and take off all that ridiculous jewelry too, honestly you look more like a flee market than a dancer."
Katara pouted at Azula openly, but after sliding her pants to the ground, standing bare and exposed to them both, she began to remove the jewelry " yes my lady"
Zuko had realized that his nose was bleeding, and he now held his sleeve up to try and stop that. It wasn't helping much. Of course nether was the fact that his sister had in about fifteen seconds managed to get one of his arch nemeses to start stripping naked while they watched from his bed.
Azula smirked at how well things were working. She'd planned on getting the girl to defy her, then show her true colors. But this worked too.
Katara was now naked, markings covered her all over, even down to her most intimate parts, she covered up, avoiding looking at Zuko by glaring at Azula
Azula smirked, glancing over at her brother before looking the dancer up and down. "Oo, those must have been so much fun to get." She smirked more tracing one of the markings with her gaze down through intimate parts.
Zuko glared over at his sister with his brain. His face wouldn't actually glare or look at his sister. It was glued to the naked water bender standing in his room naked.
"Well? Weren't you going to dance?" Azula continued her optical assault on the naked girl before her.
Katara glared at her openly, not moving or speaking simply standing there glaring, you could practically see the murder of Azula in her eyes
Azula blinked at the naked girl perfectly innocently, well as innocently as Azula could blink. She had a slight smile of expectation on her face. "Well? You are a dancer even without that outfit aren't you?"
Zuko blinked for the first time in a long time. He coughed into the hand that's sleeve he'd been using to hold back the blood from his nose. He'd stopped openly bleeding, but his mind was never really going to be the same. If he'd had any doubts about the perks Azula had promised actually happening. He didn't anymore.
Katara walked up to Azula, getting very very close to her, leaning down over the other girl.
Azula continued to sit. Legs crossed, one hand out so she could inspect it's nails, the other resting on the first's elbow. She would have been staring down Katara, only she wasn't even looking at her. Azula was looking at her nails. "Hmm? Well I guess you're not a very good dancer if you can't perform without your outfit." she smirked and blew on her nails lightly. "Tai Lee can do gymnastics no matter what she's wearing."
Zuko something about his sister's comment made him think of Tai Lee on a tight rope without any cloths on, and for some reason that only deepened the blush on his face, and the bulge in his pants.
Katara raised her hand, high above her head, like she was going to smack Azula, her hand trembled above her head as she stayed where she was, she was seeing red, and the bitch before her was not helping her case, she needed water, and badly.
Azula "Of course I guess if you simple cannot perform than you're dismissed." She didn't even look at the other girl, she just continued to touch up her nails, not actually doing anything to them but still.
Zuko was very confused and very horny and very something else that he couldn't put his finger on, but he blamed the fact that his current vision showed him a naked tattooed version of the female water bender he'd hunted for a good two months, and his sister, who was the epitome of all evil.
Katara stretched out her hand and let it fall to her side, she walked away, ignoring Azula and heading to the adjoined bathroom, her mind was blank the words " screw the mission" running in her head over and over and over again
"Hmm, odd girl." Azula rose from her seat at the end of her brother's bed and walked over to the pile of dancer's cloths. "Hmm." She bent over and picked up the cloths and jewelry, pilling it up in her arms before heading for the door. "I'll be right back Zuzu, don't let her leave." She smirked and kneed her way out the door, her arms full of Katara's cloths.
Zuko blinked once very slowly as his brain began to catch up to what had just happened. "Right." He blinked again and his brain slowly began to think again.
Katara walked into the bathroom and looked for water, she searched and searched, she was going to kill somebody, she didn't care who, Azula would be nice but any body at the moment was good
Zuko smirked, a smirk worthy of his sister, and rose from his bed finally. He strolled over to the doorway between his bedroom and his private bathroom. It had a sink, and a bath tub, and a toilet. The sink wasn't big enough to put out more than a liter of water a minuet, the bath tub had a large smoked glass screen around it, plus its faucet wasn't much bigger than the sink's, and the toilet was simple connected to an incinerator beneath the palace.
Katara looked to the sink and frowned, she looked all about and frowned, she was angry beyond words, she needed to punch something
Zuko leaned in the doorway. "Looking for something water bender?"
Katara turned around and glared at him, she stomped towards him, that was the straw that broke the walrus-camel's back.
Zuko smirked more, raising his eyebrow as she stormed toward him. He wasn't really afraid of her, she was naked, without water, and his upper brain wasn't running a lot of his thought processes anymore. Katara stopped right in front of him and punched him in the face, as hard as she could, as fast as she could.
Zuko was actually knocked back onto his butt by her blow. He'd been hit harder, but he wasn't really prepared for this attack. He fell back and landed sitting where he'd stood, legs spread out under hers a dazed look on his face. That look only increased as he looked up and found himself at a perfect angle to see between the naked girl's legs.
Katara jumped onto him, she landed on his stomach, and grabbing hold of his shirt she lifted him up and began to basically beat the crap out of his face.
Zuko managed to raise his hands to defend himself, he was a little dazed and very confused, but he wasn't going to let her disfigure him.
Katara panted above him, looking down at him angrily, she held onto his shirt, her hand stayed raised above her head
Zuko took this moment to retaliate bucking up under her, incidentally pressing his crotch into hers as he'd slid up to defend himself, as he reached out and tried to grab her around the neck.
Katara let him, she looked angry and sad and hurt and she didn't care anymore, all her anger had left her in those punches, she hated the man below her, absolutely hated him for what he had done
Zuko managed to get her around the neck, but despite that, he still held an arm up to block anything that might come his way. "What was that for? Azula was the one who made you strip. And you could have said no." he knew that last part was a lie, you didn't say no to Azula, and live. Somehow he kind of suspected that that was what had really happened to their mother.
Katara looked down at him, her blue eyes had gotten sadder and darker and she stared at him " why did you do it? I trusted you? I was going to help you, I finally had a reason to like you" she hiccupped and stopped talking, choking on her words before whispering " I ..had been wanting to like you"
Zuko blinked. Then his expression softened as well and he let go of her throat. "I... I just wanted my father to love me again..." He couldn't look at her, he knew what he'd done at Ba Sing Sei had cause a lot of bad things to happen, Uncle wouldn't even talk to him anymore...
Katara covered her face and sat there, trying not to cry, she couldn't believe it, even after all this, she was looking for reasons to like him, or more accurately looking for reasons why it was okay for her to like him
Zuko spoke softly to her "I know what I did was wrong... but... for me... it... seemed like the best choice... Maybe it was, maybe it wasn't. But what's done is done now." he looked up at her, trying to study her reaction. "Can't we forget... and forgive?"
Katara flinched and lowered her head, her shoulders shaking as she couldn't hold it in anymore " forget?...forgive?.. how can I? look at what you've been doing....look at what I did to see you?!" she gasped and started crying harder
Zuko "I've..." he tried to find an excuse for how he'd been acting since he'd gotten back... He couldn't really find one. It was just, when he was with Mai... She made it seem like he'd never been banished. Like his father had never exiled him, never burned him...
Katara just cried , she couldn't talk to him, she couldn't even look at him
Zuko sat there, under the girl he'd let down. He couldn't look at her either. But his position wouldn't allow him to leave her. He started thinking. Trying to figure out why he'd done what he'd done. "I... I tried to make my father love me again... I tried to forget that I was exiled... that I was dishonored... I tried to make things like they were when I was young... When my mother was around..." He looked up at her, reaching up and cupping her cheek. "But nothing will bring her back... No matter how hard I pretend it didn't happen..." he took his hand and wiped away what tears he could. "But it's time I stopped trying to live in the past... it's time I looked toward the future."
Katara uncovered her face and looked down at him, she looked so broken " You hurt me......and Mr.Iroh...you....how..." she started crying again and fell onto him, burying her face into his neck and weeping hard " why do I feel this way!?"
Zuko "because love is blind?" He smirked privately to himself, padding her on the back and leaning up so he could support her while she got it all out.
Katara’s hands gripped into the material of his shirt, she shook and cried and gasped against him, she just couldn't understand him or herself, she suddenly sat up and looked down at him worriedly
Zuko looked back at her with a blank expression. He just waited for her to act unsure if he should move to block.
Katara she jumped off him and raced to his room
Zuko blinked. Getting up off the floor and look back after her. "what?"
Katara was in his drawer, digging through his clothes
Zuko walked over behind her. "What are you looking for?"
Katara was putting his clothes on " I have to go"
Zuko "no you don't" He smirked and put his arms around her preventing her from dressing.
Katara bit her bottom lip and hiccupped " But...your going to trap Aang...your going to hurt my friends... you and...your sister"
"I'm not going anywhere." Zuko smirked more. "don't you want to distract me a little longer?"
Katara stopped dressing " but....Zuko.."
Zuko "hmm... what happened to Sire? Dancing girl?" He smirked sliding his hands down her sides till they rested on her hips.
Katara her breath hitched and she shivered at his touch " Beg...your pardon.....Sire"
Zuko purred and smiled nuzzling her ear.
Katara smiled sadly and tilted her head back " Sire... we mustn't do anything rash" she tried to cover up, in all the excitement she had forgotten she was quiet naked.
Zuko "why not?" he smirked. "After all, I'm a hot blooded teen prince." he nuzzled her again. "And you're a naked dancing girl from a party in my honor."
Katara blushed and rubbed her eyes " But Sire... if we were to be caught"
Zuko "I'll weld the door shut if you'd like."
Katara her breath shuddered as she exhaled " would you...go so far Sire? for one moment ?"
"for a single second of your love. I'd seal us in a steel tomb." Zuko smirked nuzzling her shoulder blades and nibbling at her neck.
Katara didn't understand, this was going so fast " But Sire.....why? a moment ago you were trying to expose me as a enemy of your nation" she was trying to get her answers and still enjoy his playful banter and nuzzling
"well, I still have things to make amends for... don't I." Zuko whispered in her ear and nibbled at her neck.
Katara sighed happily " you do Sire......but....what am I to do? I must go" she moved her hand back, touching his cheek as he nibbled her
Zuko "And who says that? You and your troop will just be taking an, extended stay, per-request of the Prince." He nuzzled her neck again.
Katara pet his cheek and lowered her hand back down. "Well... If you insist Sire I shall stay without any further complaints."
"I insist." Zuko smirked and nibbled at the back of her neck, sliding his hands up her frame to rest on her shoulders. "I'm throwing a thank you party for all those that welcomed me home today. I'm thinking of having belly dancers and caterers. Know any good ones?"
Katara laughed and leaned back into him. "I know a few"
Zuko continued his attentions to the back of her neck, sliding his fingers along her form again this time passing her hips. "Would they be able to work at a party say... Tomorrow?"
Katara nodded. “I think they could manage, seeing as it is you Sire." She tilted her head back and smiled.
Zuko smirked and purred at her. "And how much might it cost me to get you to perform there?"
Katara giggled. “oh... I don’t know...I might be able to talk to my boss... get you a free performance." She giggled and wiggled her hips. “Sire I’m not dressed, let me put something on."
Zuko purred. "Hmm... let me think on that..." He took a step back from her, but hooked a finger around her wrist, pulling her back with him. “Care to join me?"
Katara was pulled back and turned to walk easier with him. “Yes Sire. I would be honored."
Zuko smirked. "Good... cause so would I." he walked backward until he reached his bed, sitting down on the side never breaking gaze with her.
Katara smiled at him, she was still trying to cover herself up, she felt so self conscious, and she was naked after all.
Zuko patted the bed next to him. "Climb in." he smirked. Katara blushed and slowly got onto the bed next to him, able to cover herself better now.
"I meant under the covers." Zuko leaned over to her and smiled at her.
Katara blushed and averted her gaze. “S-sire I wouldn't dare"
Zuko purred at her and leaned over nibbling at one of her ears. "I want you... to."
Katara mewed softly up at him and stuttered “a-alright"
Zuko purred in her ear but leaned back to let her get into his bed. Katara climbed into the bed, shoveling around a bit before crawling under the covers. Zuko took his shirt off. Katara snuggled in and tried not to stare at him. Zuko started taking his pants off. Looking down, but smiling. Katara hid under the covers, she pulled them up over her head and whimpered softly to herself.
Zuko looked over at the lump in his bed that used to be a girl. He chuckled. "What, don't tell me this is your first time seeing a man naked." He threw his boxers at her.
Katara stuttered. “Well I wouldn't want to disappoint you with my inexperience Sire.” She pouted under the bed and held the covers over her tighter.
"Drop the Sire stuff Katara." Zuko smirked crawling into bed. "I want you, you."
Katara smiled to herself and poked her head out. “You want me?"
Zuko pouted. "I thought that was clear with the 'I want you.... to.' I was trying to be suave." He pouted a little more at how utterly he failed at being suave.
Katara giggled and tilted her head at him, letting the covers fall down her shoulders " I like it better when your just you, or angry you” she got a serious look on her face "You there!!! Water peasant!!!” She got a pompous look on her face and started faking fire bending as she teased him.
Zuko smirked at her. "You there, Water Peasant!" He pointed to her like he had a thousand times. "Come over here." He smirked and invited her over into his arms like they were old lovers.
Katara smiled and crawled over to him, sliding into his arms. "Yes sir."
Zuko smirked throwing his arms over her. "You know, I like you with tattoos." he smirked.
Katara flushed. "Thanks... they were... hard to get.” She nuzzled into him and closed her eyes.
"I'd imagine." Zuko smirked tracing a particular tattoo over her body, slowly reaching a rather, intimate area.
Katara she squirmed and grabbed his hand. "Z-Zuko…" She pouted up at him, looking like she was scolding him.
Notes- My better half has been so nice as to grace us with a picture of Katara in belly dancer's cloths.
http://simple-shadow.deviantart.com/art/Fire-nation-Performance-67193099
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