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Opposites Attract	By : anndragera007 Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > Het - Male/Female > Katara/Zuko Views: 15244 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own any rights to Avatar The Last Airbender, nor am I making any kind of profit off of this story (not that I can see how) I write merely for the enjoyment of the story. - thought honestly I WOULD love to own Zuko!

Chapter List
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Thank you so much Blue, for the reviews! I've never written a love scene before so forgive me if it seems a little off here and there. But I hope you enjoy this!

Opposites Attract – Pt 5

As the steamy kiss ended, Zuko smiled. Grabbing Katara’s wrist he turned and led the way back into the palace. “Let’s find someplace a little more private.”

Katara giggled helplessly as she was tugged along in Zuko’s wake. The poor fire-bender had absolutely no idea what he was in for! Causing even though she had been working with Aang and the others for the last three weeks to help restore the balance that was disrupted by the war, she had also been thinking and planning as well. Thinking about Zuko and what she planned to do when she finally got the chance to have her own wicked way with the fire-bender.

At the first guard that Zuko spotted, he stopped. “As of this moment, I will be in a very important meeting, and I do not wish to be disturbed for any reason!” He informed the guard, “Make sure that I am not!”

Not even waiting for a response, Zuko turned and continued on his way, with Katara in tow. And it did not go unnoticed by the guard that his Lord turned left, towards his private chambers, and not right towards the audience chamber and meeting room. With a smile on his lips, the guard immediately set off to carry out his Firelord’s orders.

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As soon as they reached the privacy of Zuko’s chambers, Katara found herself pulled into his strong arms and her lips claimed by a kiss that was so hot it burned. It was demanding and hungry, but at the same time gentle.

Eagerly, Zuko’s hands tugged at the delicate red silk that covered her breasts. Impatient, he quickly gave up his desperate search for the ties that held the garment together and simply just burned a small portion of it. After that, the garment fell to the floor, completely forgotten, while Katara untied the lacing to the fabric that bound her breasts.

As his warm hands settled fully over her breasts for the first time in three weeks, a strange calm seemed to take hold over the young Firelord. Like a drug addict who had been without his fix for an extended period of time only to finally have his drug once more.

Slowly, Zuko looked down at the twin globes that now filled his hands. Just the sight alone made him tremble with need. The need to taste, to ravish, to enjoy. He needed her like the earth needed the rain, like fire need the air. Dragging his eyes from the feast that he would soon partake of, he leaned down and lifted Katara in his arms.

As she wrapped her arms around his neck, he soon found himself completely at her mercy as she leaned forward and captured his ear with her teeth. Delicately she nibbled and teased her way from the shell down to the lobe. Zuko groaned in pure torment as she tugged his earlobe into her hot little mouth and sucked on it.

Unable to take anymore, Zuko turned and swiftly made his way to the large bed. Laying her gently on the red silken sheets, Zuko quickly began to disrobe. Never once did he take his eyes off of the beautiful seductress that now lay on his bed.

Feeling completely wicked, Katara stared back at Zuko from the confines of the bed as he began to strip. Reaching up she began to remove the ornamentation that normally adorned her hair. Letting it fall around her in a silken wave, Katara teasingly brushed her fingers down over her lips. Then when Zuko stood frozen in rampant attention, she licked three of those fingers before slowly trailing them down over her body. When they cupped her right breast, she moaned softly as her nipple hardened from the moist contact of her fingers as they played over it.

With one last pull, Zuko’s shirt was off and he was on the bed. One hand immediately went to her left breast while the other cupped the side of her jaw as he sought her lips once more. He needed more of that unique cinnamon and honey mix that was Katara. For three whole damned weeks that mysterious taste that was all hers alone had plagued him nonstop. So much so that he had even been forced to replace one of his uncle’s tea sets a week ago when the old codger had made him blend of tea that was infused with cinnamon and honey.

He had, of course, apologized to Iroh without entirely having to explain why he had been so upset, blamed it on stress. It’s not that he didn’t like the tea, it just reminded him so much of Katara and the fact that she was off with their friends and not there with him, like he wanted her to be. At the time, he felt like Katara had either forgotten about him or that she had abandoned him cause he had scared her too much.

Thankfully, though, she was here now and in his arms. And nothing, short of the palace burning down around their ears, was going to stop him from claiming what was his.

He starting to work his way down her neck, when insistent hands on pushing at his chest forced him to roll over onto his back. Fear sliced through him for a moment, but it quickly faded when Katara sat up and leaned over him.

Leaning down, Katara kissed Zuko gently as she crawled over the fire-bender. With her legs positioned on either side of him, Katara reached out and pulled on the silk ropes that kept the bed’s curtains pulled back. Quickly she formed two slipknot loops, one at each end of the rope. Next, she slipped each of the loops around Zuko’s wandering hands before tossing the main body of the rope around the intricate metal fire emblem that made up the headboard. With one quick tug, the loops tighten around Zuko’s wrists as he hands left her body.

“Katara!” yelled Zuko in surprise as he yanked at the bonds that now restrained him. “W-What are you doing?!”

Katara just smiled wickedly as she stared down hungrily at her lover. Without bothering to say a word, Katara leaned down and did the one thing that would catch Zuko’s attention more than anything else. Placing one hand on each of his shoulders, Katara racked all eight of her nails down over his chest, like a cat sharpening her claws.

“AAAAAHHHHH!!!!”

Zuko’s reaction was instantaneous, as he pulled hard on the rope holding him as his back arched beneath her hands. The slow burn that spread outward from the eight small trails heightened his senses and made him hyper-aware of her every move.

Now that she had his complete and full attention, Katara leaned down until she was beside his ear. Taking a moment to slide her tongue along the inner shell at the top of his ear, Katara finally spoke.

“I’ve waited for this moment for three weeks, Zuko,” she warned him. “And I fully intent to enjoy every last minute. Just be thankful that I’m not going to blindfold you as well.”

With that having been said, Katara began to nibble and nip her way down Zuko’s jaw. While she teased him with feather-light kisses and playful nips, her hands slowly wandered over his muscular body. Exploring, learning every nook and cranny of that gloriously sinful body that was now spread out like a feast beneath her.

As her hands trailed up and over the muscles of his straining arms, she leaned to the side and quickly racked her nails back down, marking him the only way she could. His cries as she bit into the tender muscle of his shoulder filled her with a strong sense of power. And she wanted more.

Moving slowly down his body, Katara worshipped the strong taunt body beneath her with small licks and kisses. When she reached his right nipple, Katara looked back up at Zuko. Seeing him watching her every move, Katara grinned evilly as she lowered her head once more.

Zuko watched in tormented fascination as the water-bender lowered her head. The smile that had graced her lips when she had looked up at him sent shivers down his spine. But that was nothing compared to when her lips surrounded his nipple and she began to suck.

“KATARA!”

He thought he was being tormented before? The woman was killing him. Not only was she sucking on his nipple but she was also lashing it with her tongue and scraping it gently with her teeth.

Already he was panting like he had run the width and breadth of the entire Earth Kingdom. If she continued to torture him much more he wasn’t sure what would kill him first, sensory overload or shock. Cause there was no way in the world that the sensual creature that was now torturing him so thoroughly was the same woman he had brought to orgasm twice back on Ember Island.

But then again it had been three weeks since that night. If her nights were anything like his during those three weeks then perhaps he should be relieved that all she had done was tie him up. Three weeks of sexual frustration and wet dreams could be a real bitch.

Oh, he hadn’t been so far gone that he had not realized what she was doing when she slipped the rope around his wrist and tied him up. Nor was he worried. Especially since all he had to do was burn the rope and he would be free. It did, however, speak volumes about how much he trusted her. Plus, he had been curious as to what she had in mind. Now he was glad that he hadn’t freed himself.

Moving on, Katara kissed and licked her way down over Zuko’s ribs. Occasionally, she would let her teeth teasingly scrape over the vulnerable flesh of his stomach, but she would always soothe it again with a tender kiss before moving on. Finally she reached the band of his pants and could go no further.

When Zuko’s breath hitch in anticipation, Katara couldn’t stop herself. Reaching down, she ran her hand over the rigid length contained by the straining fabric. Zuko’s hiss of pleasure as she flexed her hand over his straining arousal had her shivering with the heady desire to pleasure the man beneath her. To make him wild with the same need that had been driving her for weeks.

With eager curiosity, Katara eased her hand away from Zuko’s arousal and released the clasp of his pant. Carefully she tugged off both his pant and underwear until he lay completely naked beneath her.

Nervously, she licked her suddenly dry lips. Even with all of her earlier boldness, Katara was still a virgin, with a virgin’s fears and fascinations. As she stared down at her lover’s impressive length, she felt her passion slow as avid curiosity began to take over.

Slowly, she reached out and touched the object of her darkest fantasies for the first time. Awed by the velvety softness, her fingers flowed over Zuko’s proud cock in gentle exploration. From root to tip and back again her fingers trailed, tracing over the thick vein on the underside. As she listened to the ragged moans of her lover, her confidence began to increase, as did her touch.

Before very long, her fingers were wrapped securely around the thick shaft of his arousal and she was stroking him with firm caresses. Mesmerized, she watched in curious fascination as a milky substance began to ooze from the tip of Zuko’s cock and flow down. As she watched, she began to remember how Zuko had pleasured her with his mouth back on Ember Island and wondered how he would react if she returned the favor.

Looking up at Zuko’s straining glistening form, Katara met Zuko’s golden gaze. Nervously, she licked her lips once more as she lowered her head. This time, her eyes never left the golden gaze that held hers captive as she opened her mouth and slowly swept her tongue over Zuko’s cock.

Intrigued by the slightly bitter taste and the fire-bender’s hiss of pleasure, Katara let her tongue sweep out over the straining flesh again. Seeking more of that elusive flavor that had graced her tongue, Katara gave into her desire and began to feast in earnest. Letting her instincts guide her, Katara’s tongue worshipped the rigid cock before her with relish.

She traced the vein beneath Zuko’s length with slow continuous licks. Wrapped her tongue around his stiff length. She teased his tip as she lapped at the head in search of more of the flowing milky substance. Wanting more, she finally opened her mouth and took him in. Satisfied, she eagerly began to suck, drawing even more of that distinct flavor from Zuko’s hard cock as he cried out, his cock thrusting deeper into her mouth.

“KATARA! AH, GODS, ENOUGH!”

Zuko couldn’t take it anymore. If he didn’t stop her now, he wouldn’t last long enough to finish the way he wanted to. Burning the rope that held his wrists, Zuko quickly pulled Katara’s hungry mouth away from his over-eager cock and dragged her back up his hard body. Capturing her lips in a bruising kiss, Zuko rolled the feisty little water-bender beneath him and ran his hands down her body until the rested on the silk material of her red skirt.

“You seem to be a little . . . overdressed,” whispered Zuko huskily as he drew back from the kiss. Easing his hand beneath the waistband, he tugged insistently. While he finished removing the rest of his water maid’s clothes, Zuko latched onto the nipple of her left breast and began to torment her just as she had done to him.

Katara cried out as Zuko’s mouth started to hungrily suckle at her breast. Her hands latched onto the soft hair, easily pulling the strands from the neat ponytail and the decorative flame that marked him as the current Firelord. Enjoying the silken slide of his hair through her hands, Katara reached out and took the ornamental flame from his ponytail and gingerly set it on a nearby bed stand, that way it wouldn’t be lost. Next she began to carefully pull at the rubber band that bound his hair in an effort to keep from pulling his hair out.

When her hands first slipped into his hair, small tingles of sensation slowly teased over his nerve endings. Secretly, Zuko enjoyed having his hair messed with. It didn’t matter if it was the palace servants brushing his hair out or having them put it up for the day, he loved the teasing tingles that came whenever someone messed with his hair. And now with Katara trying to release his hair, he shivered in anticipation as he reached up and pulled the rubber band out of his hair for her.

As Zuko’s hair fell in soft waves around her hands, Katara gloried in its surprisingly long length. It easily hid his face from view, but she didn’t mind. Not with the way he was tormenting her breasts with his eager mouth. Suddenly her hands fisted around the soft strands of his hair as one of his hands moved between her legs, rubbing against that one spot that had her gasping in pleasure.

From her breast, she vaguely heard a soft chuckle as Zuko continued to torture her clitoris with his wicked fingers. “Paybacks are a bitch, are they not, Katara?” teased the fire-bender as he captured the small, swollen bud. Gently rolling the sensitive bud between his flame-roughened fingers, he pulled a cry from her lips while her legs closed around his hand.

Panting, Katara looked down at her tormentor and fought to make herself coherent, “Y-y-you’re, ah, . . you’re not . . . ah . . . not playing f-f-fair, ahhhh!”

Zuko just smiled as he released the small bud and moved his hand captive hand lower through her slick, silken folds. “All’s fair in love and war, my dear. You should know that,” he teased.

Katara tried to respond but any retort she had died before it could reach her lips when Zuko’s adept fingers found her wet entrance and slipped inside. Gasping, Katara’ s hips thrust against his hand.

Tenderly, he spread her legs. With his hand now released, Zuko slipped between her thighs as Katara whimpered softly at the loss of his hand inside of her. Gently, Zuko spread her moist folds to reveal her quivering entrance. His cock throbbed as he positioned the tip for entry.

Beneath him Katara stiffened. Concerned, he looked up. “Are you sure about this Katara?” he asked once again. “Is this what you really want? Am I the one you want?”

Touched that he would still be concerned about her after all that they had just done, Katara reached out and pulled Zuko to her. As her lips touched his, she let her love fill the kiss. Slow and gentle, her lips moved against his as two small tears of happiness fell from each of her closed eyes.

Pulling away slowly, she let her hand caress his scar as she looked back at the man who had stolen her heart. “Yes, I’m sure,” she answered. “I chose you, Zuko.”

His heart clenched in his chest at the tenderness of her kiss. It ached at the sight of the tears that had fallen from her eyes. Yet it sang with pleasure at her words. “I’ll be gentle,” he promised as he kissed away her tears.

With that his cock entered her, slowly filling her. Gritting his teeth against the urge to thrust into her completely, Zuko eased into her. Pulling back a little and then pushing forward again, he worked his length into her an inch at a time until he could go no further.

Zuko looked down at the woman in his arms, the woman who held his heart in her hands. Leaning down he kissed her gentle, as he buried his hands in her hair. Drawing her deeper into the kiss, Zuko used the opportunity to thrust through the barrier that barred his way.

Katara tried to scream out as the pain tore through her, but Zuko swallowed her scream. Then as the pain subsided, the feeling of Zuko inside of her urged her to do something. What she wanted she didn’t know but just having him inside of her was killing her. She needed him to move or something.

Out of sheer instinct, Katara rocked back against the fire-bender and was rewarded by both his groan and the sensation of his cock filling even more of her. Practically purring in pleasure, Katara rocked harder, drawing more of that glorious male hardness inside.

Zuko didn’t want to cause her any more pain than necessary, so he had grit his teeth while he patiently waited for Katara’s pain to subside. He was just about to the end of his control when he felt her move beneath him. As her hips rocked against his, her silken heat seemed to pull him further inside. Groaning at the tight heat that caressed his cock, Zuko lost the last of his control when he heard Katara’s small purring moan.

As her hips rocked harder against him, Zuko followed. It was a little unsteady, but together the two lovers found a comfortable rhythm. Gradually, Zuko began to pick up the pace as Katara’s small purring moans and gasps became more frequent. Wanting more and filling wicked, Zuko suddenly leaned down and captured one of the water-bender’s dusky nipples with his mouth once more.

“ZUKO!”

The dual assault caused Katara to arch sharply. Instinctively, one of her legs wrapped around her lovers thrusting hips while the other became entangled with his legs when it sought to join its mate at his hips. Her hands desperately sought to find something to hang on to as her world began to be consumed by the flame that Zuko. Unsurprisingly, her fingernails wound up buried firmly in Zuko’s back.

As her nails dug into the sensitive flesh of his back, Zuko growled in pleasure. His back was a major hot spot, and as her nails slowly scratched upward along his spine, the young Firelord thrust roughly against her. At her startled cry, afraid that he had hurt her again, Zuko tried to pull back. But as soon as she felt his attempted withdrawal, she tightened the hold she had on him with her legs.

“Don’t!” she cried out desperately, “don’t stop!”

“But. . .”

Not in the mood to debate, Katara did the only thing that she could think of that would convince Zuko that she was fine. Pulling hard with her legs and rocking hard against him at the same time, Katara effectively killed any further comment as all higher brain functions ceased working for the fire-bender. And just in case that hadn’t worked, Katara pulled him into a drugging kiss and moaned into it as Zuko thrust harder against her.

“AH, . . Again!” she cried encouragingly. “HARDER!”

Needless to say, Zuko didn’t need to be told twice. With a need that was all consuming, he slammed his hips into hers, driving his cock deeper into her tight heat.

“MORE! OH GOD, ZUKO, MORE!”

Moving fast, he lifted Katara’s hips a little higher and thrust harder. He was close, and if Katara’s desperate cries were any thing to judge by then so was she. Driving ever deeper, he fought to keep from spilling himself inside of her as he longed to do. He had waited this long and he’d be damned if he was going to ruin in by finding his own pleasure without giving her hers first. He was enough of a man to know that a true man, a worthy man saw to his mate’s pleasure before his own.

Unfortunately, when her inner muscles clamped around his cock in an ever-tightening hold, Zuko lost what was left of his self-control. He cried out her name as her orgasm pulled his own release from him.

Katara clung desperately to Zuko as wave after fiery wave flooded through her. Fireworks danced before her eyes even as her vision began to fade.

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When she finally came back to herself, she found that Zuko had rolled them so that he was once more beneath her. Her head was pillowed on his chest while one of his hands lazily played over her back in a relaxing rhythm. Smiling contentedly, Katara wrapped her arms around his waist as she snuggled closer to the fire-bender.

Feeling Katara’s arms wrap around him, Zuko looked down and smiled as a teasing light sparkled in his eyes. “Katara?” he asked, drawing her attention.

“Hmm?”

“Just so you know, I’m not a Prince anymore,” he teased. “I’m the Firelord now.” (End of pt 4 she called him her ‘fiery prince.’)

“Oh, you!” cried Katara as she reached out and smacked him playfully with a pillow. Zuko just laughed as he defended himself from her blows. After the third ‘whap,’ Zuko captured her lips in a drugging kiss that made her forget about everything else except for him.

When he finally released her from the kiss, he tucked her close against him before reaching down and wrapping a blanket around them. As she snuggled closer, Zuko felt her place a soft kiss on his chest right over his heart. Softly her quietly whispered words floated up to him.

“I love you, Zuko.”

“I know,” he whispered in answer as he placed a chaste kiss on her upturned lips. Zuko then asked the one thing that he had longed to ask the water-bender. “Will you marry me, Katara?”

Surprised, Katara pulled back and stared down at Zuko. She had never thought that Zuko might be serious enough about her to ask her to marry him. She hadn’t expected this when she confessed her true feelings. Surely she hadn’t heard him correctly. “Zuko, I . .”

Quickly, Zuko silenced her with another kiss. Drawing back once more, he looked the startled water-bender in the eyes and spoke. “I love you, Katara, and I have for quite a while. There is no one else that I would rather spend my life with other than you. You’re beautiful, loyal, and kind. Your kind and generous heart back in Ba Sing Sa helped to save me just as much as your healing abilities saved me when I fought Azula. I probably wouldn’t be where I am today without you. So, please say yes.”

Slowly her eyes began to tear but before the first one could fall Katara wrapped her arms around Zuko’s neck and hugged him close. Happy, she cried at his words of love as she eagerly answered his question with her own joyous cry. “YES! Oh, yes, Zuko! I will marry you!”

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The End – Or is it? – Here’s a short little extra that I felt compelled to add, and No I will not be adding anymore beyond this small extra. But please do enjoy it, and let me know what you thought/think of my story. I tried my hardest to keep their personalities as close to what they should be as I could. Honestly, I have nothing against Mai, and I think it is sweet Zuko ended up with her after everything was over, but there is not enough information or personality to or about her for me to do a story for Mai and Zuko. That said – Enjoy and thanks for reading!

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Epilogue

Nearly six months later, Katara found herself to be the focus of the greatest celebration since the war began. Her engagement to Zuko had been well received by all of their friends, all of whom decided to show up to help with planning the wedding. The wedding, of course, was turning out to be the biggest thing to happen since the end of the war.

Zuko had wanted to get married in the Fire Nation, but Katara felt that it was going too big for even the Palace of the Fire Nation to hold so she talked him into something else. Someplace much bigger and more appropriate. And thanks to their friend the Earth King, who was thankfully tired of wandering, they were given special permission to hold their wedding ceremony in the crystal caverns beneath the Earth Palace of Ba Sing Sa.

Since this was to be a marriage between Katara, a water-bender, and Firelord Zuko, friends and mentors of the Avatar, it was bound to draw people from all corners of the world. From people that they had met and befriended on their travels to the people of their own Nations and even those they didn’t know would be coming to witness the new young couple’s beginning. And many would consider it as the first true sign of the peace that was now settling back over the Four Nations.

Of course, the two lovers planned to make a special trip to both the Northern and Southern Water tribes, to both celebrate their marriage and to take care of other business, like trade negotiations. Then they would return to the Fire Nation for one last celebration of their marriage before making their escaping to Ember Island for their delayed honeymoon.

Iroh upon learning of their engagement, the first of whom to find out, had suggested it for their honeymoon, claiming it was the best place in the entire Fire Nation for such an occasion. And as he gift to the young couple, Iroh had rounded up Aang and the rest of their friends to clean up and repair the family summer home. Some things of course had had to be replaced but as a whole, the house was fixable and within four months time, Iroh had it looking like new once again.

The wedding itself was beautiful. Toph complained about every little thing, but Katara was willing to bet that her Maid of Honor had enjoyed every minute of her so-called ‘torture,’ especially if the smile she saw on the blind earth-bender’s lips when Aang asked her to dance was anything to go by. If there was to be anything bigger than her own wedding, it would most definitely end up being Toph’s wedding to Aang, the last air-bender and current avatar.

Suki, Mai, and Ty Lee made her bridesmaids. Both Sokka and Aang shared the position of best man to Zuko, since neither was willing to accept the position in favor of the other. So to settle it, Zuko made them both his best man. Iroh was present as the only person to represent Zuko’s family but was honored with the privilege of escorting her down the aisle along with her father.

There was a single dry eye in the entire cavern by the time the ceremony was over. The reception that followed was filled with smiles and laughter. Iroh, of course, ended up being the first person to pull her away from Zuko, claiming it was his privilege as Zuko’s self-appointed father to have the honor of a dance with his nephew’s bride. After that came her own father and others.

She wasn’t surprised when Aang asked her to only to turn around and ask her for advise on how to ask Toph to dance. She was surprised to find herself dancing with the master’s of the White Lotas. Thankfully, Zuko had grown tired of having his bride kept from him and interrupted her dance with Jeoung Jeoung, Aang’s original fire-bending teacher. The scarred master smiled knowingly and graciously left her in the arms of her husband, who proceeded to make her flush as he whispered in great deal of all the things he planned to do to her later that night as he slowly swept her around the dance floor.

As their dance drew to a close, Iroh approached them and kindly asked the couple to accompany him for a minute. Surprised by the request, the two lovers nodded and followed the old warrior out of the reception hall. He quietly led them to a small room, and held the door open.

Inside the room was a single lit candle and a person that was hidden in the shadows. With a soft voice, Iroh turned to Zuko as he held out his hand to the stranger in the shadows. “Firelord Zuko, it is with great honor and joy that I present to you your mother, Firelady Ursa.”

As he spoke, the stranger stepped into the light and took Iroh’s hand. The elegant woman stood trembling before their astonished gazes. Almost afraid to believe, Zuko looked at his Uncle and desperately asked, “Are you sure, Uncle? Is she really my mother?”

Iroh smiled kindly as he drew Zuko closer to the trembling woman. “Of course I am sure, nephew. I would not lie to you about something as important as this.”

Thus Zuko looked up at the woman before him, and quietly asked “Mom?”

As if that was the very thing that woman was waiting for, she released Iroh’s hand and wrapped her arms around Zuko in a tight hug. Tears flowed freely from her eyes as she clung to her son. “How I have missed you so, my son.”

Katara watched as Zuko wrapped his arms around the woman and returned her hug. With tears of happiness in her own eyes, she hugged Iroh. Silently the two left mother and son alone and returned to the reception so as to give the two some time privacy with which to talk.

While Katara waited patiently for her husband and newly-found mother-in-law to return, she danced with more of the guests. After nearly seven dances in a row, Katara took a seat near the table that held their wedding gifts in a effort to give her feet a quick rest before the anyone else came along to request a dance from the bride. But just as she was getting settled in her chair, a golden sparkle from the table drew her attention. Curious, she went to investigate.

There on the table amongst the other gifts was hidden a rather larger golden item that looked oddly like an egg. Reaching out she placed a careful hand on it and was shocked to feel a gentle heat radiating from it. However, when it suddenly moved against her hand, Katara squeaked and jerked her hand back almost as if she had been burned. Looking around for some kind of identification as to who the item was from, Katara found nothing.

“What are you looking for, Katara?”

Startled, Katara turned to find Aang standing beside her. “I was curious trying to find out who sent this,” she answered as she pointed down at the golden egg. At the sight of the egg, Aaag’s eyes grew large.

“I’ve seen that egg before,” he cried. “It was in the temple of the Sun Warriors where Zuko and I learned the Dancing Dragon. It was their hidden treasure.”

Reaching out again, Katara touched the egg once again. “I think it’s more than just a treasure Aang. I think it’s a real egg.”

Suddenly a knowing smile lit the Avatar’s face. “A Dragon’s Egg! They were protecting the last dragon egg!”

“And they sent it to Zuko to protect and raise,” continued Katara excitedly. To think, the Sun Warriors had sent the last hope for the dragon race to the one person who could and would protect the endangered species. Zuko would be both honored and thrilled to have the young dragon in the Fire Nation.

“What are the two you up to?”

Turning the two in question saw Zuko making his way quickly towards them. Smiling, the two hid the golden surprise from view. Zuko would learn of the small surprise soon enough, but for now they wanted to let keep the egg their little secret. And as she pulled Zuko out onto the dance floor once more, Katara made a mental note to make a slight detour in their travel plans to include a quick visit to the home of the Sun Warriors as soon as the young dragon hatched.

The End
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