Fic: An alternate PoV on my Proposal series finale
Title: Propositioning By Accident: Zuko's version
Author: SCWLC
Disclaimer: I stand firm in my belief that the creators of AtLA wouldn't be writing fanfiction of AtLA and then admitting it.
Summary: Zuko's PoV of events in Propositioning by Accident
Notes: Sometimes I do research for fanfic, sometimes not. This time, just pretend the Fire Nation has invented modern Western lingerie, okay?
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She thought he didn't notice, but he did. That first night she'd come to him, determined to let him have his way with her, he'd been so optimistic. Obviously there was a long way to go yet before she was truly happy to allow him into her bed or to join him in his, but she'd been willing to think of the possibility. And the kiss they'd shared. For the first time he'd been able to truly kiss her and feel her pliant and warm in his arms.
That night, after she'd sashayed off leaving him aching and mildly grumpy about it all, he'd clasped a hand around himself and brought himself to release with a feeling that finally it was only a matter of time before he'd be able to touch her and show her how much he loved her without the words he so often had trouble finding. Perhaps even see her swelling with his child soon after that, too.
So it was with deep disappointment that he saw her pale and wan the next morning, dark circles under her eyes, carefully hidden behind layers of makeup. She hadn't slept well at all, and he soon had his worry borne out when the next time they'd kissed she came to the breakfast table again looking tired and ill. He soon learned to note and walk that new fine line between a smiling and pleased Katara, and a sick one at the breakfast table. Still, it all left him feeling thwarted and mildly despairing. More so, because while his advisors and people loved her, there were mutterings beginning about their nightly avoidance of each other and the fact that she was not yet carrying an heir to the throne.
He made certain that no one was letting on to her that some of the more traditional types were making noises about him putting aside his wife for one that would be more fertile, but the whole situation concerned him.
Zuko wasn't entirely certain what had changed or how after Hakoda had come and gone, leaving guilt in his wake for how he'd treated his daughter. What he did know, was that the line he didn't dare cross had moved further back, but something was still troubling Katara. He kept his worries to himself and tried to ignore the looks he was getting from Suki and Ty Lee.
He had a couple of weeks of distraction when the news arrived that his uncle was marrying Katara's grandmother and they were suddenly thrown into a flurry of preparations for a state visit to Ba Sing Se and gift buying and desperately avoiding Katara's grandmother simply because he couldn't look her in the eye for fear that he'd be left thinking of his uncle that time in he hot spring he'd made for himself.
All the worries he had came back when they went to the Earth King's palace and to the rooms allotted them to sleep that night. There was only one bed and no furniture that could comfortably be used for sleeping. He was about to propose they call in some servants to arrange for somewhere else for him to sleep, or for her to sleep, when she spoke. Firmly, she told him, "We'll share the bed. It's large enough, there shouldn't be any problem."
"If you're sure," he said. Perhaps he should just take this as another pushing back of the invisible line. "You want the washroom first?" he asked.
“No,” she said. “It’ll take me a while to get out of this and into my nightclothes. You go first and I’ll change in here.”
For a moment, Zuko's mind froze on the thought of Katara undressing. His pulse sped up and it was almost on the tip of his tongue to ask her if he could help. Then he shook off the impulse. Instead he just went into the washroom and after changing and finishing his ablutions he splashed cold water on his face repeatedly in the hopes of getting the image of Katara's bindings unravelled on the floor out of his head. After he was fairly sure he had his unruly thoughts under control and had given Katara enough time to change he walked back in.
She wasn't changed.
She was instead dropping the dress she'd been wearing to the ground to puddle at her feet. She was in a small, two-piece set of underclothes he vaguely recognised from a shop window he'd passed the last time Sokka had been in the Fire Nation and had dragged him to the area of town where the less well accepted businesses were located. The one flimsy piece of fabric covering her womanly parts below was practically asking to be ripped from her body and the one above had taken her bosom and somehow elevated and enlarged her there. They were both in blue and Zuko heard himself make a particularly unappealing noise in his shock and arousal. "Katara?"
Katara whipped around, but her feet became tangled in the dress, and he darted forward to catch her before she was hurt. For a moment he had her pressed against him, and it took everything in him to put her back on her feet. Already he was contemplating how to sneak back to the washroom once she was in bed and deal with the ache that had manifested itself. "Zuko?"
"What are you wearing?" he demanded. It came out as a croak.
“Ty Lee . . . she dragged me out shopping,” Katara said. “I had these dreams and Suki wasn’t helping and I tried to talk to Ty Lee, but she just said I should get these and just sneak over to you in the middle of the night, and then the maids didn’t put my bindings into the luggage-" She cut herself off, but it was too late, and Zuko had heard enough.
He could see how flushed she was, the points of her nipples hard and pressed into the fabric of the uplifting . . . thing on her chest. "Dreams?" he asked. He was barely aware of his feet moving him forward unbidden. "What kind of dreams?"
"You were in them," she whispered.
He couldn't stop himself. He kissed her and she melted into him. All the stiffness was gone, and all that was left was Katara, warm, willing, pliable and clinging to him as much as he was clinging to her. He didn't want to scare her, and suddenly he just knew what he should do next. "So, what happened in these dreams?"
She shivered when he delicately licked the shell of her ear, gasped, then said, “You were lying down. I was on top.”
It made sense. He'd long since told himself that until she asked him otherwise, he'd make sure she had control over everything they did. Smiling at her in a way he hoped she found reassuring, Zuko led her to the bed, lay down and pulled her atop him. She easily, comfortably settled herself over his hips, and Zuko sighed in pleasure at the sight and feel of her there with him. "Like this?"
She paused for a very long time, but right before he began to worry she'd become lost in bad memories again, she said, "Yes."
"Then what?" When had his hands moved to her hips? It felt so natural he hadn't been aware he was doing it.
She was already leaning forward as she told him, "We kissed."
He'd thought kissing her fully clothed was incredible. This was indescribable. She was almost naked and pressed against the skin of his chest left bare by his sleeping tunic and he groaned at how amazing it all felt. When her hips began slowly rocking against his, Zuko couldn't keep himself from pressing back and pulling her against him harder. He sternly told himself to wait and slow down. "What else?"
“You . . . you kissed my neck,” Katara told him.
He did as his lady said. He had planned just to place a few small kisses on her throat, but her skin was so soft under his lips he couldn't help but do it again and again, and then see what that tasted like too. She responded by pulling his shirt open and running her hands over his chest. It was just natural to switch from nibbling to a long lick up the whole length of her neck. He was momentarily worried when she pulled away from him, only to have the worry dispensed with immediately as she licked up the length of his chest, and then nipped just under his chin.
He hadn't known he could be that hard, and his whole body surged, pulling her down into him hard and calling her name as he ground his erection against her. He didn't know where he found the self-possession to ask her if there was anything else.
“It was a little different every time,” she said. “Sometimes you kissed my arms, sometimes you kissed my legs, or my back . . .” she trailed off, but he wasn't going to turn down the opening to touch her everywhere he'd been imagining for so long. He rolled her easily off him, using his mouth on her skin everywhere, listening to her whimper and sigh and enjoying the flush of her skin and the way her head tossed about as he sucked and nibbled every part of her. She seemed totally boneless by the time he'd finished tantalisingly close to her womanhood, so he simply rolled her over and did the other side. The noises she made were distracting and sexy and he had to repeatedly remind himself that there would be other times to rip her underthings off and lose himself in her.
Tonight was about what Katara needed.
He got her back onto her back and looked down at her, flushed and dark and lovely. Then something came into her eyes. An almost predatory look, and Zuko found himself tackled to the bed by an enthusiastic waterbender who seemed to have decided that she had to do everything to him he'd just done to her. It wasn't supposed to be like this, he thought vaguely. This was supposed to be about her pleasure, not his. But as she used her teeth on his hips, so close to where he was so hard, the only thing he could clearly think was her name.
As she tugged at his sleeping clothes Zuko kept trying to regain some semblance of control over himself. How could he keep from hurting her if he wasn't in control. They were both naked now, and he wanted so badly to bury himself in her, to roll her under him and thrust until she screamed his name. He was brought from visions of taking her hard by the sudden lengthy pause. She was starting at his erection, an almost wary look in her eyes. "Katara?" Zuko asked. If this was as far as the line had been pushed, then this was it. He just barely kept himself from whining in disappointment. He'd just have to finish by himself in the washroom. "Katara?" he prompted. "You don't have to-"
She pounced. Her mouth was . . . sweet Agni her mouth! It was warm and wet and he'd never even dared consider that she might ever do this, let alone with so much skill and determination. He was babbling, he knew that. It didn't matter because there was such warmth and wet and suction and his whole world had shrunk to her mouth and his cock. She pinned his bucking hips to the bed, and Zuko felt his climax rushing up to him like a tsunami about to overwhelm him. He tried to get her to pull back before he came in her mouth, but she just somehow intensified her suction.
The explosion that happened was unbelievable.
When he was capable of coherent thought again, she was sitting up and just looking anxiously at him. Not yet able to think of moving in any significant way, yet, Zuko said, "Come here," and reach for her. She promptly lay down beside him, and Zuko held her as he recovered from the lassitude that was infusing every inch of him. "You are an overachiever," he informed her. "How am I supposed to top that?" It was a good question, because, as he reminded himself, this was supposed to be about Katara's pleasure, not his. He had to make sure she understood it was about her, not just about him. She looked a little conflicted, and so he told her, "Lie down, 'Tara. I haven't done this before, but it's only fair."
It was only necessary, he reminded himself. He thought through the scrolls his uncle had made him read that time and shook aside the memory of his uncle giving the advice in order to focus on the words themselves. Then he brought his mouth down and kissed her. The taste of her was odd, and it was very slippery, but the sounds Katara was making and the way she was twisting and arching herself into his mouth gave him confidence that he was doing this right. Then, cautiously, as his uncle and the scrolls had recommended, he fastened his lips around the small nub.
Katara went wild and he was forced to hold her down just to continue pleasuring her. She didn't seem to notice, which was a good thing. He'd been briefly worried she'd respond to it badly. He had two fingers inside her now and her whole body was writhing. From what little he could see from where he was positioned, Zuko badly wished he could sit up and watch her properly. "Spirits! Zuko! Don't stop! So . . . don'tstopdon'tstopdon'tstopmoremoremoremore!"
The sudden gush of her climax caught him off guard. When her body finally stilled, he subtly wiped his face off and then joined her, cuddling with her. He'd become hard again, and he really hoped she was ready for him to finish with her, but she looked like she needed a minute. “I don’t know what I’m going to do about Suki,” she told him.
That was possibly the last thing he'd ever expected her to say. "How so?"
“If I tell her about this, she’s going to want to talk about Sokka. I don’t want to know what Sokka’s doing with Suki,” she said with a pout. “But Suki’s such a good friend. I feel like I should be making sure her husband is as good for her as you are for me.”
How could she be thinking about her brother at a time like this? Anyhow, “I’m not talking to Sokka about his sex life,” Zuko told her. “Absolutely not. I have a hard enough time blocking out the time Suki let me walk in on him in nothing but his underclothes and a rose in his mouth.”
Katara burst into giggles. “Please. We all did that at least once. I just feel for Toph.”
"Why-" then he understood. What a horrible thought. "Oh, Spirits, that poor girl. She saw everything going on all the time." What a dreadful thought. Being constantly aware of everything happening in Sokka and Suki's tent at all times. He really needed to find some way to make it up to the earthbender. What a horrible way to live.
“I’m pretty sure she’s just saving everything up for blackmail later,” Katara said. Then she kissed him. He didn't need any encouragement to leave that awful conversation behind and lose himself with her again. This time, however, there was no hesitation from either of them, and Zuko sighed into Katara's mouth as she wrapped herself around him and he rolled her under him. He hadn't yet had a chance to properly suck on her nipples and touch her breasts the way he really wanted to, so he took the opportunity to do so, enjoying the way she undulated under him.
She pulled up up into a kiss, but when she wrapped her legs around his waist and shifted so that his hardness slipped against her centre, Zuko was shocked into realising that she'd gotten him to forget his promise to himself that he would give her total control at all times. He immediately pulled away. She sat up and the glare she levelled at him was as fearsome as any she'd sent his way at the Western Air Temple back when she was convinced he was about to betray them all. “It’s not that you aren’t interested, and if you tell me I’m not ready now, I’m going to freeze you to the wall. In the hallway. Naked.”
He hadn't even thought that she'd think that. Hastily he rolled, putting her on top. “I want you on top. I don’t want you to . . .” He stopped. How was he supposed to tell her that he didn't want her to compare him to the walrus man, who didn't even deserve a name after all, without reminding her of the walrus man?
Katara understood anyway, and her face softened. "Thank you," she said, and kissed him gently. Then she rose up and sank down onto him, and Zuko shuddered. Nothing yet had compared to this. He stayed still, letting her be the one to choose when they would begin.
But she was crying. He sat up, reaching a hand to wipe away the tears that were starting to drip down her face. Had he hurt her after all? Was she trapped in her memories? "Katara, are you okay?" he asked, worried.
"Yes," she whispered. That wasn't encouraging. That was the sound of her doing what she always did, make everyone feel better even if it was at her own expense. He couldn't stop the sceptical eyebrow from rising. “Yes. It’s just . . . I started to think it would never be like this.”
Still worried, he asked, "Like what?"
“Like the way Suki described it, sweet, and so good, and you just," she paused, thinking. "Make me feel like I found some part of me I didn’t even know was missing.”
It was as though some final puzzle piece slid into place for him. The words just flew from his mouth. "I love you."
That was it. Everything after that was a blur of Katara sliding up and down atop him, her head thrown back, body arching in pleasure. Once she'd established their rhythm, Zuko couldn't hold back any more and began to press back against her, bringing a hand between them to circle and toy with her pearl. She was possibly the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen in his life, and it was an effort of will to hold back long enough to be sure she came first.
They lay entwined together afterwards, drifting in the afterglow.
Wasn't it just the story of his life that they got interrupted by Sokka's hissy fit?
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Author: SCWLC
Disclaimer: I stand firm in my belief that the creators of AtLA wouldn't be writing fanfiction of AtLA and then admitting it.
Summary: Zuko's PoV of events in Propositioning by Accident
Notes: Sometimes I do research for fanfic, sometimes not. This time, just pretend the Fire Nation has invented modern Western lingerie, okay?
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She thought he didn't notice, but he did. That first night she'd come to him, determined to let him have his way with her, he'd been so optimistic. Obviously there was a long way to go yet before she was truly happy to allow him into her bed or to join him in his, but she'd been willing to think of the possibility. And the kiss they'd shared. For the first time he'd been able to truly kiss her and feel her pliant and warm in his arms.
That night, after she'd sashayed off leaving him aching and mildly grumpy about it all, he'd clasped a hand around himself and brought himself to release with a feeling that finally it was only a matter of time before he'd be able to touch her and show her how much he loved her without the words he so often had trouble finding. Perhaps even see her swelling with his child soon after that, too.
So it was with deep disappointment that he saw her pale and wan the next morning, dark circles under her eyes, carefully hidden behind layers of makeup. She hadn't slept well at all, and he soon had his worry borne out when the next time they'd kissed she came to the breakfast table again looking tired and ill. He soon learned to note and walk that new fine line between a smiling and pleased Katara, and a sick one at the breakfast table. Still, it all left him feeling thwarted and mildly despairing. More so, because while his advisors and people loved her, there were mutterings beginning about their nightly avoidance of each other and the fact that she was not yet carrying an heir to the throne.
He made certain that no one was letting on to her that some of the more traditional types were making noises about him putting aside his wife for one that would be more fertile, but the whole situation concerned him.
Zuko wasn't entirely certain what had changed or how after Hakoda had come and gone, leaving guilt in his wake for how he'd treated his daughter. What he did know, was that the line he didn't dare cross had moved further back, but something was still troubling Katara. He kept his worries to himself and tried to ignore the looks he was getting from Suki and Ty Lee.
He had a couple of weeks of distraction when the news arrived that his uncle was marrying Katara's grandmother and they were suddenly thrown into a flurry of preparations for a state visit to Ba Sing Se and gift buying and desperately avoiding Katara's grandmother simply because he couldn't look her in the eye for fear that he'd be left thinking of his uncle that time in he hot spring he'd made for himself.
All the worries he had came back when they went to the Earth King's palace and to the rooms allotted them to sleep that night. There was only one bed and no furniture that could comfortably be used for sleeping. He was about to propose they call in some servants to arrange for somewhere else for him to sleep, or for her to sleep, when she spoke. Firmly, she told him, "We'll share the bed. It's large enough, there shouldn't be any problem."
"If you're sure," he said. Perhaps he should just take this as another pushing back of the invisible line. "You want the washroom first?" he asked.
“No,” she said. “It’ll take me a while to get out of this and into my nightclothes. You go first and I’ll change in here.”
For a moment, Zuko's mind froze on the thought of Katara undressing. His pulse sped up and it was almost on the tip of his tongue to ask her if he could help. Then he shook off the impulse. Instead he just went into the washroom and after changing and finishing his ablutions he splashed cold water on his face repeatedly in the hopes of getting the image of Katara's bindings unravelled on the floor out of his head. After he was fairly sure he had his unruly thoughts under control and had given Katara enough time to change he walked back in.
She wasn't changed.
She was instead dropping the dress she'd been wearing to the ground to puddle at her feet. She was in a small, two-piece set of underclothes he vaguely recognised from a shop window he'd passed the last time Sokka had been in the Fire Nation and had dragged him to the area of town where the less well accepted businesses were located. The one flimsy piece of fabric covering her womanly parts below was practically asking to be ripped from her body and the one above had taken her bosom and somehow elevated and enlarged her there. They were both in blue and Zuko heard himself make a particularly unappealing noise in his shock and arousal. "Katara?"
Katara whipped around, but her feet became tangled in the dress, and he darted forward to catch her before she was hurt. For a moment he had her pressed against him, and it took everything in him to put her back on her feet. Already he was contemplating how to sneak back to the washroom once she was in bed and deal with the ache that had manifested itself. "Zuko?"
"What are you wearing?" he demanded. It came out as a croak.
“Ty Lee . . . she dragged me out shopping,” Katara said. “I had these dreams and Suki wasn’t helping and I tried to talk to Ty Lee, but she just said I should get these and just sneak over to you in the middle of the night, and then the maids didn’t put my bindings into the luggage-" She cut herself off, but it was too late, and Zuko had heard enough.
He could see how flushed she was, the points of her nipples hard and pressed into the fabric of the uplifting . . . thing on her chest. "Dreams?" he asked. He was barely aware of his feet moving him forward unbidden. "What kind of dreams?"
"You were in them," she whispered.
He couldn't stop himself. He kissed her and she melted into him. All the stiffness was gone, and all that was left was Katara, warm, willing, pliable and clinging to him as much as he was clinging to her. He didn't want to scare her, and suddenly he just knew what he should do next. "So, what happened in these dreams?"
She shivered when he delicately licked the shell of her ear, gasped, then said, “You were lying down. I was on top.”
It made sense. He'd long since told himself that until she asked him otherwise, he'd make sure she had control over everything they did. Smiling at her in a way he hoped she found reassuring, Zuko led her to the bed, lay down and pulled her atop him. She easily, comfortably settled herself over his hips, and Zuko sighed in pleasure at the sight and feel of her there with him. "Like this?"
She paused for a very long time, but right before he began to worry she'd become lost in bad memories again, she said, "Yes."
"Then what?" When had his hands moved to her hips? It felt so natural he hadn't been aware he was doing it.
She was already leaning forward as she told him, "We kissed."
He'd thought kissing her fully clothed was incredible. This was indescribable. She was almost naked and pressed against the skin of his chest left bare by his sleeping tunic and he groaned at how amazing it all felt. When her hips began slowly rocking against his, Zuko couldn't keep himself from pressing back and pulling her against him harder. He sternly told himself to wait and slow down. "What else?"
“You . . . you kissed my neck,” Katara told him.
He did as his lady said. He had planned just to place a few small kisses on her throat, but her skin was so soft under his lips he couldn't help but do it again and again, and then see what that tasted like too. She responded by pulling his shirt open and running her hands over his chest. It was just natural to switch from nibbling to a long lick up the whole length of her neck. He was momentarily worried when she pulled away from him, only to have the worry dispensed with immediately as she licked up the length of his chest, and then nipped just under his chin.
He hadn't known he could be that hard, and his whole body surged, pulling her down into him hard and calling her name as he ground his erection against her. He didn't know where he found the self-possession to ask her if there was anything else.
“It was a little different every time,” she said. “Sometimes you kissed my arms, sometimes you kissed my legs, or my back . . .” she trailed off, but he wasn't going to turn down the opening to touch her everywhere he'd been imagining for so long. He rolled her easily off him, using his mouth on her skin everywhere, listening to her whimper and sigh and enjoying the flush of her skin and the way her head tossed about as he sucked and nibbled every part of her. She seemed totally boneless by the time he'd finished tantalisingly close to her womanhood, so he simply rolled her over and did the other side. The noises she made were distracting and sexy and he had to repeatedly remind himself that there would be other times to rip her underthings off and lose himself in her.
Tonight was about what Katara needed.
He got her back onto her back and looked down at her, flushed and dark and lovely. Then something came into her eyes. An almost predatory look, and Zuko found himself tackled to the bed by an enthusiastic waterbender who seemed to have decided that she had to do everything to him he'd just done to her. It wasn't supposed to be like this, he thought vaguely. This was supposed to be about her pleasure, not his. But as she used her teeth on his hips, so close to where he was so hard, the only thing he could clearly think was her name.
As she tugged at his sleeping clothes Zuko kept trying to regain some semblance of control over himself. How could he keep from hurting her if he wasn't in control. They were both naked now, and he wanted so badly to bury himself in her, to roll her under him and thrust until she screamed his name. He was brought from visions of taking her hard by the sudden lengthy pause. She was starting at his erection, an almost wary look in her eyes. "Katara?" Zuko asked. If this was as far as the line had been pushed, then this was it. He just barely kept himself from whining in disappointment. He'd just have to finish by himself in the washroom. "Katara?" he prompted. "You don't have to-"
She pounced. Her mouth was . . . sweet Agni her mouth! It was warm and wet and he'd never even dared consider that she might ever do this, let alone with so much skill and determination. He was babbling, he knew that. It didn't matter because there was such warmth and wet and suction and his whole world had shrunk to her mouth and his cock. She pinned his bucking hips to the bed, and Zuko felt his climax rushing up to him like a tsunami about to overwhelm him. He tried to get her to pull back before he came in her mouth, but she just somehow intensified her suction.
The explosion that happened was unbelievable.
When he was capable of coherent thought again, she was sitting up and just looking anxiously at him. Not yet able to think of moving in any significant way, yet, Zuko said, "Come here," and reach for her. She promptly lay down beside him, and Zuko held her as he recovered from the lassitude that was infusing every inch of him. "You are an overachiever," he informed her. "How am I supposed to top that?" It was a good question, because, as he reminded himself, this was supposed to be about Katara's pleasure, not his. He had to make sure she understood it was about her, not just about him. She looked a little conflicted, and so he told her, "Lie down, 'Tara. I haven't done this before, but it's only fair."
It was only necessary, he reminded himself. He thought through the scrolls his uncle had made him read that time and shook aside the memory of his uncle giving the advice in order to focus on the words themselves. Then he brought his mouth down and kissed her. The taste of her was odd, and it was very slippery, but the sounds Katara was making and the way she was twisting and arching herself into his mouth gave him confidence that he was doing this right. Then, cautiously, as his uncle and the scrolls had recommended, he fastened his lips around the small nub.
Katara went wild and he was forced to hold her down just to continue pleasuring her. She didn't seem to notice, which was a good thing. He'd been briefly worried she'd respond to it badly. He had two fingers inside her now and her whole body was writhing. From what little he could see from where he was positioned, Zuko badly wished he could sit up and watch her properly. "Spirits! Zuko! Don't stop! So . . . don'tstopdon'tstopdon'tstopmoremoremoremore!"
The sudden gush of her climax caught him off guard. When her body finally stilled, he subtly wiped his face off and then joined her, cuddling with her. He'd become hard again, and he really hoped she was ready for him to finish with her, but she looked like she needed a minute. “I don’t know what I’m going to do about Suki,” she told him.
That was possibly the last thing he'd ever expected her to say. "How so?"
“If I tell her about this, she’s going to want to talk about Sokka. I don’t want to know what Sokka’s doing with Suki,” she said with a pout. “But Suki’s such a good friend. I feel like I should be making sure her husband is as good for her as you are for me.”
How could she be thinking about her brother at a time like this? Anyhow, “I’m not talking to Sokka about his sex life,” Zuko told her. “Absolutely not. I have a hard enough time blocking out the time Suki let me walk in on him in nothing but his underclothes and a rose in his mouth.”
Katara burst into giggles. “Please. We all did that at least once. I just feel for Toph.”
"Why-" then he understood. What a horrible thought. "Oh, Spirits, that poor girl. She saw everything going on all the time." What a dreadful thought. Being constantly aware of everything happening in Sokka and Suki's tent at all times. He really needed to find some way to make it up to the earthbender. What a horrible way to live.
“I’m pretty sure she’s just saving everything up for blackmail later,” Katara said. Then she kissed him. He didn't need any encouragement to leave that awful conversation behind and lose himself with her again. This time, however, there was no hesitation from either of them, and Zuko sighed into Katara's mouth as she wrapped herself around him and he rolled her under him. He hadn't yet had a chance to properly suck on her nipples and touch her breasts the way he really wanted to, so he took the opportunity to do so, enjoying the way she undulated under him.
She pulled up up into a kiss, but when she wrapped her legs around his waist and shifted so that his hardness slipped against her centre, Zuko was shocked into realising that she'd gotten him to forget his promise to himself that he would give her total control at all times. He immediately pulled away. She sat up and the glare she levelled at him was as fearsome as any she'd sent his way at the Western Air Temple back when she was convinced he was about to betray them all. “It’s not that you aren’t interested, and if you tell me I’m not ready now, I’m going to freeze you to the wall. In the hallway. Naked.”
He hadn't even thought that she'd think that. Hastily he rolled, putting her on top. “I want you on top. I don’t want you to . . .” He stopped. How was he supposed to tell her that he didn't want her to compare him to the walrus man, who didn't even deserve a name after all, without reminding her of the walrus man?
Katara understood anyway, and her face softened. "Thank you," she said, and kissed him gently. Then she rose up and sank down onto him, and Zuko shuddered. Nothing yet had compared to this. He stayed still, letting her be the one to choose when they would begin.
But she was crying. He sat up, reaching a hand to wipe away the tears that were starting to drip down her face. Had he hurt her after all? Was she trapped in her memories? "Katara, are you okay?" he asked, worried.
"Yes," she whispered. That wasn't encouraging. That was the sound of her doing what she always did, make everyone feel better even if it was at her own expense. He couldn't stop the sceptical eyebrow from rising. “Yes. It’s just . . . I started to think it would never be like this.”
Still worried, he asked, "Like what?"
“Like the way Suki described it, sweet, and so good, and you just," she paused, thinking. "Make me feel like I found some part of me I didn’t even know was missing.”
It was as though some final puzzle piece slid into place for him. The words just flew from his mouth. "I love you."
That was it. Everything after that was a blur of Katara sliding up and down atop him, her head thrown back, body arching in pleasure. Once she'd established their rhythm, Zuko couldn't hold back any more and began to press back against her, bringing a hand between them to circle and toy with her pearl. She was possibly the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen in his life, and it was an effort of will to hold back long enough to be sure she came first.
They lay entwined together afterwards, drifting in the afterglow.
Wasn't it just the story of his life that they got interrupted by Sokka's hissy fit?
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