The Date Clause, part 2
Title: The Date Clause
Author: likexaxdove
Rating: This is rated 'M' for stoned!Zuko/Katara, drunk!Zuko/Katara, language, and eventual sexytimes. You have been warned.
Summary: Zuko and Katara are forced to go on a date together. Epic confessions, drunkenness, sneaking around, and attempted dirty talk ensue. Who knew defying Uncle Iroh and his stupid matchmaker friend could be so much fun?
A/N: Wow! I definitely wasn’t expecting that much positive feedback! Thank you so much you guys!
Warning: drinking and sexytimes await you. Speaking of sexytimes, this is the first detailed lemon-ish thing I’ve ever written. It’s not ‘hubba hubba’ sexy, like we’re all used to. But I like to think it’s pleasant enough.
Enjoy and please review!
The waiter realized that if he didn’t do something to distract the young pair soon then the restaurant would be both flooded and burned down simultaneously. He skidded up to their table and sat down a bottle of wine and a plate full of appetizers.
This effectively silenced the pair; however they continued to glare in each other’s direction.
“Tell me Zuko, was this your idea?”
“Of course it wasn’t! What makes you think I would be interested in doing something like this with you?”
“Gee. Thanks.”
“You know I didn’t mean it like that.”
“Sure.”
“Katara-“
“Oh whatever Zuko. I get that this wasn’t your idea and it certainly wasn’t my idea. Obviously that stupid Matchmaker lady enjoys putting her nose where it doesn’t belong.”
“Yeah well, she had an accomplice.”
“Your uncle?”
“Who else?”
“That doesn’t surprise me in the-ARE THOSE EYEBALLS?”
Zuko looked at her in surprised amusement. “They’re croclizzard eyeballs. They’re considered a delicacy.”
Katara stared down at the plate with obvious distaste before pushing it in Zuko’s direction. “Then it’s a delicacy that I will happily not indulge myself with.”
“Why are you pushing it towards me? I don’t like them either.” He reached forward and began to push the plate back to the center of the table. The pushing back and forth turned into a ten second struggle before Katara jerked her hand forward too hard. The plate slide off the side of the table and crashed onto the floor. Eyeballs rolled everywhere. A few women screamed.
Zuko leaned back into his chair and crossed his arms over his chest. “Typical,” he huffed.
A bus boy practically ran from the kitchens over to their table with a broom and a dustpan. He was a tall, dark skinned boy with light blue eyes. He froze when he spotted Katara. “Katara of the Southern Water Tribe? Wo-wow. Who’d have thought I’d ever get the opportunity to meet you?”
He was clearly gushing.
“I’m Pakak! I’m from the Northern Water Tribe.” He thrust his hand out for Katara to shake it and she reluctantly did so. “Nice to meet you,” she greeted politely. As soon as she pulled her hand away from his Pakak stared down at his own hand for a moment, attempting not to hyperventilate.
“Just so you know you’re huge in the Northern Water Tribe. We’re all big fans!”
Katara smiled before nodding awkwardly. “That’s nice. I wasn’t aware that I had a fanbase. Um, if you don’t mind me asking, what exactly are you doing here in the Fire Nation?”
Pakak smiled. “Just exploring. All that snow can be dreary. Anyway, you’re a pretty big celebrity up there and it’s safe to say you’re sort of our most sought after girl, if it’s not too bold of me to say.”
Zuko’s expression went about ten shades of black and he opened his mouth to say something extraordinarily rude when Katara quickly cut in. “That’s nice to know. Um, could we by chance get menus?
Pakak nearly fell over in his haste to the front of the restaurant. “Of course Lady Katara! Absolutely!”
As soon as he was out of site Katara immediately poured herself a glass of wine and gulped half of it down.
“Save some for me,” Zuko growled before pulling the bottle away from her. After he had poured his own glass and after Pakak had returned with an assortment of menus for entrees, drinks and desserts, he sat there for a moment and watched Katara.
“This is such bullshit.”
She snorted into her glass before setting it aside with an amused smile. “If it makes you feel any better, this is quite possibly the worst date I’ve ever been on.”
He raised an eyebrow. “Complete with flying eyeballs and obsessed fanboys.”
Katara grinned. “At least no one’s singing.”
At that moment, a very fat man made his way toward their table with a sungi horn in his arms.
**
“Ya know,” Katara said around a mouthful of food, “I take back what I said earlier. This is the best date ever!”
She was, to Zuko’s horror, beginning to enjoy herself. The man with the sungi horn actually had a lovely baritone voice, and the food wasn’t so bad. Who knew that if you ordered something “normal, for the love of the Spirits” they simply brought you chicken stir fry?
Three glasses of wine also helped.
Placing her chopsticks down on her empty plate, Katara sighed with contentment. Zuko, for his part, was glaring down at his food moodily. When he noticed she was finished, he straightened up and began to pull his hood over his head again.
“What are you doing?” Katara asked, looking startled.
He sighed before rolling his eyes. “We’re done with dinner so I was assuming we would head back to the palace now.”
Katara pouted. “But we haven’t even ordered dessert! And besides,” she said in a much smaller voice, “we still have that play to go to.”
“Are you serious Katara? Did you even look to see what play they’re sending us to? It’s ‘The Flame of My Heart’ and I’ll be damned if I have subject myself to that again.”
Katara cocked her head to the side and smirked. “You mean you’ve already seen it, Fire Lord?”
Zuko fidgeted in his seat uncomfortably. “It was Uncle’s idea, don’t remind me. Those are painful memories I would like to suppress.”
At that Katara burst out laughing.
“It’s not funny,” he grumbled.
“We have to go now!” she exclaimed. “After dessert, of course.”
He frowned and shook his head. “No way. I’m leaving now. If you want to stuff yourself with sweets and watch a crappy play, then have at it.”
Katara’s gaze narrowed dangerously. “You’re my date and you’re ditching me?”
Zuko rolled his eyes before standing up. “Well yeah, looks that way. I actually have things to attend to at the palace, Katara.”
Katara let out a huff of indignation before she spotted Pakak leering at her from the kitchens, most likely thinking he wouldn’t be noticed. A smirk played across her features. She could play dirty. With a flick of her wrist she knocked her empty wine glass off of the table. In record time, Pakak was by their table, offering her a new glass and a napkin.
“Actually Pakak,” she practically purred, “I was wondering if you could do something else for me.”
“Sure! Anything for you, Lady Katara!” he spluttered, obviously a little confused though exhilarated at being spoken to.
“Well you see Pakak, my date here is leaving, and I’m supposed to go to this play. But since my date is leaving me alone it looks like I’ll have to go all by myself.”
She could feel Zuko glaring daggers at her.
Pakak actually gasped in horror. “Oh no!” He reached up to rub the back of his head before glancing around anxiously. “Did you need someone to accompany you, Lady Katara?”
Katara nodded eagerly. “That would be lovely.”
Pakak grinning cheekily at her and then, convinced no one could overhear, he leaned in and whispered into Katara’s ear. “I get it. You want a piece of this. Totally understandable, most girls can’t resist and, honestly, I’m surprised it took you so long to come on to me. I get off in about an hour. Meet me out back by the dumpsters and I’ll make sure you-“
Katara bent the rest of the wine from the bottle and splashed it into Pakak’s face. He coughed and fell backwards onto his haunches. “Really?” she snapped, fury embodied. “Really?”
Zuko’s uproarious laughter made her pause. He was leisurely standing a few feet away, grinning. “Backfired on you, didn’t he?”
Katara stood so fast her chair toppled over. “Well look at you! THE PICTURE PERFECT LORD OF CHIVALRY!”
“Oh come on now, you handled yourself.”
“NO THANKS TO YOU.” She turned and stalked out of the restaurant, chin up in the air. Outside, the night was cool and pleasant and she had let her body relax a little bit when Zuko appeared at her shoulder.
“I didn’t even get dessert.”
Zuko gently nudged her hand with his. “Come on, I’ll order us dessert back at the palace.”
A summer breeze ruffled Katara’s loose hair so that it moved about her shoulders. She slowly shook her head. “You go on. It’s a nice night. Besides, I really wouldn’t have minded seeing that play.”
They stood there like that for a moment and Katara had to keep a smile to herself when she saw his resolve breaking. He rubbed his hands over his face, ran his fingers through his hair-things he did when he was debating something. “Alright fine, we’ll go see a play.”
A victorious grin split across Katara’s face and she moved to give Zuko a hug when he put a warm hand on her shoulder. “But we aren’t seeing ‘The Flame of My Heart’. I wasn’t kidding when I said I’d never subject myself to that again. We’re going to a play in the Middle District.” He entwined his fingers with hers and with sure steps led her away from the restaurant.
**
The show was called ‘The Quake’. It was about a man and a woman, two lovers, who couldn’t be together for various reasons. They were from different countries, but had met when they were both small children and had been friends for a long time. After a brief affair when they were young adults, they were separated by years of heartbreaking war. They did not see each other for a long time until they both ended up going to the same wedding: the marriage between his daughter and her son, who had met and fallen in love during a time of peace and serenity after the war.
The play had its comedic moments, but mostly it was sad, and when the curtain finally closed over the stage Katara was completely beside herself.
She let Zuko lead her back into the night air, but she was distraught. He led her to a bench outside of the theater where he made her sit down next to him.
She bit her lip before finally she couldn’t seem to hold herself together anymore. The tears spilled over and ran down her cheeks and she hiccupped.
“Geez Katara, I didn’t think it would upset you that badly…” he trailed off with a sigh before scooting in a little closer to her.
“They didn’t get…to be together…it’s so sad!” she said between sobs.
“It’s just a play!” There was a sign of desperation in his voice now. Zuko never knew what to do with crying girls, especially Katara. “I thought you would appreciate the great performances and the artistic license the director took with the stage set up-“
“They didn’t get to be together!” she wailed before burying her head in her hands. Zuko sighed before wrapping an arm around her shoulder and pulling her into his chest. He made a mental note to only take Katara to comedies from now on. He rubbed soothing circles into her back and nuzzled the top of her head affectionately, pulling a giggle out of her.
“See? You’re alright. It was just a play. It wasn’t real. You’re still Katara, and you haven’t gone through anything that heartbreaking, as far as I know.”
She let out a laugh as she pulled away from him, although her eyes were still wet. “Of course you know, I tell you everything.” Something in her expression hardened at those words, and upon seeing that Zuko scrambled for another way to cheer her up.
“Come on, I’ll buy you some of that cotton candy stuff you love so much.”
She perked up a little bit. “Alright.”
**
As Katara stuffed a tuft of pink cotton candy in her mouth she noticed with growing curiosity how Zuko seemed to know his way around every nook and corner of the Middle District. They were sitting at a small table outside of a tea shop. Zuko had his head propped up in his hands and his eyes were closed.
“You know, for a Fire Lord whose supposed to be in his palace attending to business at all times, you sure know your way around the Capitol City pretty well.” Popping the last bit of candy into her mouth, Katara took a moment to lick the sweet stickiness off of her fingers. Zuko, who had opened his eyes when she had started speaking, was watching her do this with rapt attention.
It took him a moment to work his gaze away from her fingers and lips and focus on her face. He cleared his throat. “Sometimes I sneak into the city to just…have a look around.”
“Sometimes?”
“Alright, a lot actually. It’s just,” he leaned forward, suddenly serious, “I can’t coop myself up in the palace and refuse to acknowledge how my people live. How can I make well informed decisions about their lives if I don’t even know how they’re living them? I don’t expect-“
“It’s fine. I figured you had your reasons when I first saw you sneak out of the palace grounds three years ago.” She ran her finger along the edge of the table, refusing to meet his gaze. “I guess I just always wondered why you never brought me along.”
“The first few years were dangerous. I wasn’t going to risk your safety,” he answered with surety.
“I can handle myself!” Katara snapped.
He sighed. “I know. I know you’re perfectly capable of handling yourself, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to willingly put you in dangerous situations. It wasn’t peaceful like it is now the first couple of years that I was Fire Lord. I had some close calls.”
Katara opened her mouth to push him further on the subject, but thought better of it. Sometimes, when the day had felt full and chaotic she would sneak off to the small garden with the turtle duck pond and bend until her heart was content. The alone time gave her peace, gave her time to reflect. Wondering around his city at night must have had the same effect on Zuko in some strange, unusual way.
That was normally Zuko’s style anyhow.
“Besides,” Zuko continued, “I’ve been coming out a lot more often as of late, now that they’ve taken down all those stupid posters that announced my engagement to Mai.”
Katara froze. He hadn’t spoken of his ex-fiancé all winter long, and, being the good friend that she was, Katara had tried very hard to avoid the subject in order to spare his feelings. Right now, however, she was sick of trying.
“Why didn’t you tell me about her?”
He shrugged and refused to meet her eye.
“Because it really sucked to find out that you and Mai weren’t together anymore through catching Mai and Ty Lee making out behind a storage shed on Kyoshi Island!” She let out a whooshing breath and Zuko cringed. They both knew a rant was coming on.
“I’m not sure what’s worse, the fact that you sent letters to me all throughout the summer and didn’t even mention that you two were having issues, or the fact that I wasn’t even surprised because you never bother to let me know what’s going on with your relationship in the first place! I always told you everything. That first year with Aang-“ she waved a hand to silence him when he opened his mouth”-let’s not even go there. But what about those two years that I was with Hanuk? I always let you know what was going on in my life because you’re my best friend and I respected and wanted your opinion! Yet, when you break off your engagement, I don’t find out until MONTHS LATER when I see your ex-fiancé tangled up with someone else!”
Chest heaving, Katara fell back into her chair, rant over and eyes wide. Zuko looked her right in the eye, gaze stony and jaw clenched. “I never told you about anything because, best friend or no, it was none of your fucking business,” he hissed.
She bristled, feeling like she’d been slapped in the face. She stood up and walked away before he could see the tears gathering in her eyes. She hated it when they argued, because it was normally loud, nasty, and usually over something stupid. Sniffing, she made her way in the pub that was across the street and slipped into a stool at the bar.
“Firewhiskey,” she grumbled to the bushy bearded bar tender. He pulled out a shot glass and poured the drink into it, but when he moved to put the bottle back onto the shelf she held up a hand to stop him. “Just…just leave the bottle.” The bartender raised an eyebrow but made no comment.
She sat there for awhile and stared at her drink. She didn’t bother looking at Zuko when he slid onto the stool beside her.
“Why buy a bottle when you could just bend the liquor from the shelf and down your throat?”
Ahh, he always started off apologies with a lame joke.
She turned to face him and raised an eyebrow expectantly.
“I’m sorry,” he muttered sheepishly. “I mean, I meant what I said but I should have said it…in a nicer fashion.”
She blinked at him before sighing and turning back to her drink. “All this just to get my necklace back,” she mused as a way of dismissing their pervious argument. She missed the relief that came over his face before he straightened up and caught the bartender’s attention. “I’ll have a bottle as well.”
The bartender tossed a dirty rag over his shoulder before crossing his arms. “Ya got something to show for it, yeah?” Zuko rolled his eyes and flicked a few gold coins at the bartender who caught them with ease. “Right then,” he said, placing a bottle of firewhiskey and a shot glass before Zuko. “Suit yourself.”
Zuko poured his drink before turning back to Katara, who still hadn’t touched hers. “So,” he said, running a hand through his hair, “is this a ‘puke-in-the-bushes-as-we-stubble-our-way-back-to-the-palace’ drinking adventure or should I just go ahead and message Uncle and let him know to come get us in a couple of hours?”
Smirking, Katara grabbed her drink and turned to him. “I have an idea.”
“That’s not very comforting.”
Katara chose to ignore that comment. “Toph taught me a new drinking game last spring.”
“Right, so I should also let Uncle know to expect signs of alcohol poisoning. Wonderful.”
“It’s called ‘Confessions’.”
“Sounds promising.”
“The idea is you make a confession, preferably one worth hearing, and then you get to take a shot! The point of the game is to-what’s with that look?! It’s fun!”
“Yes, being urged to spill your secrets while also getting very drunk-sounds great!”
“Are you in or not?”
There was a few mutterings and swear words. “Fine. I already hate the next few hours.” Then he flicked a piece of paper at the bartender, along with a few more coins. “When we’re too wasted to sit upright, message him.”
**
They found a cozy corner in the back of the bar to sit down at and enjoy their game.
“You go first,” Katara prodded, settling herself into her seat.
“This is your idea, you go first.”
She looked down at the blood red liquid in her glass, took a deep breath and nodded. “Alright, whatever. Katara’s First Confession-“ Zuko snorted. “-Katara’s First Confession,” she said again, giving him a glare. “I hate it when people ask me what I’m going to do with my future.” She brought her drink to her mouth and tossed it back with ease. Setting her now empty glass back onto the table, she turned to Zuko expectantly.
He sighed. “Zuko’s First…okay, is that necessary? Do I really need to say that?”
She stuck out her lip and cocked her head to the side.
Rolling his eyes (and trying very hard not to think that she looked adorable when she did that), he picked up his drink. “The things I do for you,” he grumbled. “Zuko’s First Bloody Confession… I really love my cloak.”
“Zuko!”
“What? It’s a legitimate confession!”
“No its not! Your confession is supposed to be somewhat serious!”
“You never mentioned that.”
“Well I’m mentioning it now! So you can’t take your shot-Zuko!”
He tried very hard not to wince or cough as the burning liquid made its way down his throat. He had to at least appear to be manly for Agni’s sake.
When the sensation had passed he turned to Katara with a smirk. “Your turn.”
Katara bent her firewhiskey into her glass so that she wouldn’t have to take her glower off Zuko. Deciding that she would stick to the rules of the game (even if someone was going to cheat), she picked up her drink and cleared her throat. “Katara’s Second Confession, I think Toph is better off without her parents.”
Zuko bowed his head to look at his hands clenched in his lap, but after a moment he nodded. “I hate to say I agree but…yeah.”
“I know they love her and vice versa but-“
“They just don’t-“
“-get her,” she finished.
Zuko picked his glass back up without another word. “Zuko’s Second Bloody Confession, sometimes I still wish I had my Blue Spirit Mask.” After he had swallowed his drink, he didn’t bother to hold back his cough.
“You didn’t cheat that time!”
“Yay for Zuko.”
She giggled at his sarcasm and scooted her chair closer to his. Zuko quirked his eyebrow, but smiled at her in return. Katara was no lightweight, but he was guessing the wine from earlier was still lingering. She reached out and began to play with his chin length hair, something she did when she was either brooding or tipsy. “Katara’s Third Confession,” she stated matter of fact, “I really love your hair at this length. It’s annoying when boy’s have hair that’s longer than mine.” She took her drink and then returned to playing with his hair. Then her warm fingers moved to his face where they trailed down his cheek to his jaw. They lingered there. She could feel the incoming scruff; he would need to shave tomorrow.
Openly staring at her, he leaned forward and traced a finger over the curve of her knee. She squirmed a little before leaning forward as well.
“I cut my hair and keep it the way it is because if I grow it out, I’m terrified I’ll look into the mirror one day and see my father.”
Her hand fell away from his face and she bowed her head. She felt cold, cold all over now.
“Zuko, you’re nothing like your father.”
He made a noise in the back of his throat before turning away. “That was my third confession,” he said before taking his drink.
She looked at him for a long time but he kept himself angled away from her. “Katara’s Forth Confession, I really hate formal affairs. I don’t think you realize how many layers have to go on my body just for them to call it ‘evening wear’. And all that makeup they slab on? You can just forget it, along with those stupid pins they jab in my hair just to hold it up. All for the sake of beauty.” She made a ‘harumpf’ noise before taking her forth shot.
She swayed a little in her chair. Oh man, was she starting to feel it now. Firewhiskey wasn’t called ‘The Man Slammer’ for nothing.
“Well then, whoever dresses you for those formal events doesn’t have a clue what beauty is.”
“Thanks a lot!”
“That’s not what I meant!” He scooted his chair up to her so that there wasn’t any space between them. He trailed a finger along her arm and, the alcohol making him feel bold, reached up and cupped her face. “Don’t get me wrong Katara, you’re stunning, stunning in your ‘formal wear’ or whatever the hell you call it. But I prefer you as you are now. You look natural, with your hair down and none of that powder shit on your face. You look like yourself.”
He ran his thumb along the curve of her cheek bone and then moved his hand so that his thumb grazed her lower lip. She leaned into his touch, blue eyes wide and questioning. “So…you think I’m attractive as I am now?” she whispered around his thumb. He gulped and nodded, golden eyes focusing on her mouth.
She took a deep breath before pulling back slightly. “That’s your forth confession. Take your drink.” He nodded again, gaze never leaving her face while he groped for the bottle with his free hand. He took a swig and then set it firmly back down onto the table.
He cupped her face now with both hands, and their faces were only inches apart. “Your turn,” he said quietly.
She started up at him. She wondered if he could tell how erratic her breathing was. She wondered if he could tell that her heartbeat was hammering in her chest like a beating drum. She wondered if he realized the enormity of the confession that was on the tip of her tongue. She wondered how he’d react.
Hopefully well, since she was about to say it.
She squeezed her eyes shut, too terrified to see his expression.
“Katara’s…okay I lost count…Katara’s Confession…When I saw Mai with Ty Lee together on Kyoshi I was so overjoyed I could have cried. Because I thought, maybe, just maybe I had a chance to-“
She never got to finish her confession. Firm, warm lips pressed against hers. It was like a frenzy. A very nice, super awesome frenzy. She laced her arms around his neck, one hand grabbing fistfuls of his thick hair. One of his hands moved from her face to her shoulder to her waist to her hip where he gripped it, bunching up the fabric of her tunic. She moved to straddle him, trying to get as close as she physically could, all the while their lips and tongues moving in a whirlwind of emotion. He tasted like the cinnamon put in firewhiskey in order to give it flavor.
He moved his other hand from her face so that it accompanied the other at her hips. He moved his lips from her mouth to her neck and her eyes flew open at the shockwaves his kisses were sending to the bottom of her stomach.
Open eyes meant being able to see your surroundings however. The majority of the customers in the pub were staring at them. One man nudged his wife and nodded at Zuko and Katara with a wiggle of his eyebrows.
“Zuko, we need to…get somewhere private,” she said, panting.
He stood so quickly she had to grab onto his shoulders so she wouldn’t topple over. He knocked over one of their bottles before practically dragging her to the first room her could find. It was a storage closet.
“Typical,” he said, but he was grinning. “Oh but lookie here, it locks from the inside.”
After she heard the click Katara lost no time pushing Zuko up against the door and capturing his lips again. Now that they were alone, Zuko seemed to have grown even bolder. He ran his fingers up and down her torso, tracing over her ribs and the curve of her hips. She moaned when his fingers skimmed the bottom of her breasts and she ground her hips against his in encouragement. He answered by cupping her breasts and squeezing gently, running his thumbs over her nipples until they hardened.
She moaned his name. The light sounds she was making, and knowing that he was the cause made all of his blood rush downward, making his pants as tight as ever now.
Katara could feel his need digging into her thigh. She looked up into his face, a feral gleam in her eye, before reaching down and cupping him. His head hit the wall with a thunk when she began to lightly stroke and squeeze. He groaned, making her grow bolder. Her fingertips dipped under the waistband of his pants, running along hot and taunt skin spread out over solid muscle. It had been a while since she had done this, but boys had always proven to be pretty basic when it came to sex. Or at least, that was what Katara had been lead to believe with her past boyfriends.
Zuko, she immediately discovered, was not basic. Not even remotely.
Before she could wrap her hand fully around him he grabbed her up and managed to stumble to the other corner of the room. There was an old table there with odd knick knacks on top. Katara could see no reason why a table was in a storage closet. She reasoned the Spirits must have really wanted her to get off.
Shoving all the unnecessary crap off of the table, he laid her down and encouraged her to keep her legs wrapped around his waist. She sat up and made one more valiant effort to dip her hand underneath the waistband of his pants again, but he swatted her hand away. “Ladies first.”
She laid back down and he quickly went to fiddling with the sash that tied her tunic. He pulled it open, expecting to find bindings, a slip of fabric, something.
Katara could still surprise him, it seemed.
“You…you’re not w-w-wearing-“
“Stop talking!” she hissed and then as an afterthought she added, “It was hot today.”
“How convenient for me,” he said into her slick skin. He moved his mouth slowly away from her neck-nipping here, sucking there-until he reached her bare breasts. They were soft and supple under his lips. He kissed, nipped and sucked. Kiss, nip, suck. Kiss, nip, suck. Kiss, nip, suck until she was withering beneath him. Then he moved his hand down her belly to trace over the lower part of her stomach. With both hands he pulled her leggings that she wore over her rump and made a show of pulling them away from her legs. Any excuse to run his fingers along her calves and inner thighs, he took.
He groaned when he realized she wasn’t wearing anything underneath her leggings either.
She wrapped her legs back around his waist and he covered her mouth with his. He gently spread her legs a little bit further, bringing her up as close as possible. He paused, as if gathering his thoughts, before his fingers traveled to the apex of her thighs, sliding along her folds.
She opened her mouth and a stream of ‘yes’s poured from between her lips. Just to be mean (and to try to prolong her satisfaction since she already looked like she was about to unfold) he pulled his hand away and gripped her thigh.
“What are you doing?” she whined. “Don’t stop now.”
“I wasn’t planning too.” He moved his hand back in and ran his thumb just around the edges of her clit, teasing her.
“Please please please Zuko, please.”
Slowly he swiped his thumb over her clit before inserting a finger inside her.
She cried out, her back arching and her legs tightening around his waist as he slowly pumped his finger. She encouraged, no, she begged for him to go faster, but he had to make this last because he was pretty sure when push came to shove he wasn’t going to last very long himself. It had…well it had been awhile and his stamina wasn’t as impressive as it had been six months ago.
He moved his mouth so that it covered her breasts again. Nip, kiss, suck. Pump pump pump. Nip, kiss, suck. Pump pump pump. His mouth moved to her neck. Nip, kiss, suck. Pump pump pump.
Her soft cries were steadfast in his ear and finally, after continuous encouraging, he inserted a second finger and moved his hand so that he was coming in from a different angle.
Oh. That hit the spot.
She bit down into his shoulder so that she wouldn’t scream. He went a little faster and swept his thumb over her clit in a matching rhythm with his fingers.
Katara could feel the tightening coil in the lower pit of her body. Every time he hit that spot pleasure jolted up her body like lightning. And then, and then finally finally-
White hot sensation pulsed across her as her orgasm took grip of her body. It was like he had lit her on fire. She rode it out as silently as she could before collapsing back against the table, pleasure muddling her mind.
“You alive?” he whispered in her ear, his own chest heaving. She nodded slowly and made an ‘mmhmm’ sound before nuzzling her face into his neck. Then, after taking a moment to regain her breath, she leaned up and licked along the curve of his ear. “Your turn.” He shuddered.
BANG BANG BANG!
“HEY YOU TWO! YOU CAN’T JUST GO INTO A CLOSET AND FUCK WHEREEVER YOU LIKE. YOUR UNCLE’S HERE, LAD. GET OUT BEFORE I COME IN THERE AND GET YA MYSELF.”
“Shit.”
**
They were both much drunker then they had realized. They teetered and tottered down the hallways of the palace before Zuko grabbed her hand and pulled her into his own bedroom. They were both tired, exhausted actually, and Zuko was still wet from where the bartender had thrown a bucket of icy water onto him.
“Trust me Katara,” he had said when she moved to bend it off of him. “It’s doing me a favor.”
Collapsing onto his bed, Zuko peeled off his damp shirt and shoes before sliding over to the right side of the bed so that Katara could have the left. She ventured into his closet and came out a moment later wearing one of his silk shirts that he sometimes wore to sleep. He smiled appreciatively and patted the spot next to him. She climbed in and cuddled up beside him. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close.
“I’m going to hate you tomorrow morning because of my hangover,” she whispered.
“That’s fine, even though it was all your fault.” He watched her for a moment with a soft expression. “Katara, there’s still one more confession I have to make.”
“M’kay. Tell me in the morning.” She was already drifting off.
He leaned in and kissed her forehead before closing his own eyes.
He still had one more confession. And it was dangerous.