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His hand on her thigh was a means of comfort. Wanda had been here a while now and he empathized with her being far away from home. What he doesn’t anticipate was how long he let it linger there. How dangerous it was to feel the heat of her body and how close his hand laid to the apex of her thighs.

“Hi-I’m…how are you?” His words are caught in midair. Blood thundered in his ears and burrows south to his loins. Zuko repeats to himself to let her go, but the muscles in his body do not heed his commands. Instead he squeezes her thigh, moves it just an inch closer.

Yes, this was indeed dangerous.

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Wanda was certainly not expecting to feel Zuko’s strong hand caressing up her thigh, and she looks up at him with a blush on her face. She’s been in the Fire Nation for a while, even having been staying in the Palace for her own safety—after countless attempts of telling Zuko she can take care of herself—and she clears her throat. She always gets nervous around him, but in the best way.

“H-Hey,” she squeaks, gazing at his hand again before her eyes meet his. Her own are dark with desire, and she doesn’t try to hide it. With how long she’s been here, she’s certainly developed feelings… and she always notices how ridiculously hot he is.

“How um… how are you doing?” she asks breathlessly, but she moves closer to him. She wants him to touch her even more, and that’s clear.

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Zuko’s stunned by her sudden panic. Of course, everyone knew what a Fire Lord was. “Not exactly a King but I am the Leader which governs this country. You are in the Fire Nation.”

Based on her reaction, it didn’t seem she was aware of what any of the nations were. “Calm down,” Zuko tries to console her, gently placing his arms on her shoulders. “Think. Where of the four nations are you from? Because, frankly, I’m having a hard time understanding you.”

He grabs the map, asking her again where this ‘Avenger’s Tower was located but to no avail.

“Um, nephew, I do believe she is referring to something not of this world.” Iroh chimes in. “I’m afraid, Ms. Wanda, you are more lost than we presumed. Do you remember how you got here?”

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Red. It’s everywhere… with little black flames etched into flags. She is… entirely confused. This is not New York in the slightest. Wanda gazes at the people walking the streets—who happen to be looking at her like she’s got three heads—and frowns.

Where exactly is she?

The maroon jacket she wears does happen to fit in with the colors that the civilians are wearing, but her heels don’t.

It doesn’t help that no one is stopping to speak to her or ask her any questions, so she takes it upon herself to walk into a nearby tea shop, looking around a bit apprehensively.

Wanda sees a taller man with shaggy black hair, and she smiles to herself. He’s sitting with an older gray haired man, and they seem to be playing some type of game.

“Um… excuse me?” she asks, her Sokovian accent leaking out much more than she would have liked. “Would one of you please tell me where I am? I believe I’m a bit lost…”

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Zuko arched a brow while rummaging through his desk- spirits he’ll have to clean up this mess later- until he finds the map among a pile of other geographical scrolls. “Of course, I’m a firebender.” He points out as though it’s obvious. “I’m Fire Lord Zuko. This is my Uncle, formal general and Dragon of the West, Iroh.”

Defeated by the stack of papers, Zuko pushes them aside and lays the map out. “Normally I wouldn’t endanger my life by allowing a stranger into my palace but you seem seriously lost.” He blows the dust away then cocks his head at Wanda. “Avenger’s tower? Is that something new in the Earth Kingdom? I’ve never heard of it.”

He spreads out the world map but when he attempts to guess the direction of Wanda’s home, she doesn’t seem to agree with any of what they’re looking at. “What’s wrong?” He asks.

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Red. It’s everywhere… with little black flames etched into flags. She is… entirely confused. This is not New York in the slightest. Wanda gazes at the people walking the streets—who happen to be looking at her like she’s got three heads—and frowns.

Where exactly is she?

The maroon jacket she wears does happen to fit in with the colors that the civilians are wearing, but her heels don’t.

It doesn’t help that no one is stopping to speak to her or ask her any questions, so she takes it upon herself to walk into a nearby tea shop, looking around a bit apprehensively.

Wanda sees a taller man with shaggy black hair, and she smiles to herself. He’s sitting with an older gray haired man, and they seem to be playing some type of game.

“Um… excuse me?” she asks, her Sokovian accent leaking out much more than she would have liked. “Would one of you please tell me where I am? I believe I’m a bit lost…”

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“Um, not too far. In fact, you can’t miss it.” Iroh laughs sheepishly, realizing they had not presented their titles.

Zuko side eyes his uncle as they lead Wanda out the back of the facility and through the alleyways leading to the passageway he and Iroh snuck out of earlier that morning. Guess there’s no beating around the bush. Wanda will find out soon enough but that’s a conversation for when they get to his study.

The passageway was a secret one only known by royalty. It’s one of many that leads to different exits and hidden bunkers including the one his father used during the day of Black Sun.

Zuko doesn’t give Wanda the time to awe over the palace once they sneak out into one of the massive corridors. The guards will be making their rounds and there’s no explaining who’s the woman he has with him and he doesn’t want to be scolded by his head servant, Kioko, for sneaking out of the palace without a guard again.

“My study is up ahead.” Zuko says back to Wanda, tugging her along. Iroh opens the door to Zuko’s chambers, ushering them in and once they enter, Zuko concentrates on lighting the flames of the candles; the room having now darkened since the sun was going down.

“Take a seat on. I’ll grab a map from my desk.”

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Red. It’s everywhere… with little black flames etched into flags. She is… entirely confused. This is not New York in the slightest. Wanda gazes at the people walking the streets—who happen to be looking at her like she’s got three heads—and frowns.

Where exactly is she?

The maroon jacket she wears does happen to fit in with the colors that the civilians are wearing, but her heels don’t.

It doesn’t help that no one is stopping to speak to her or ask her any questions, so she takes it upon herself to walk into a nearby tea shop, looking around a bit apprehensively.

Wanda sees a taller man with shaggy black hair, and she smiles to herself. He’s sitting with an older gray haired man, and they seem to be playing some type of game.

“Um… excuse me?” she asks, her Sokovian accent leaking out much more than she would have liked. “Would one of you please tell me where I am? I believe I’m a bit lost…”

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Prince Zuko

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Zuko bottoms out, the air ripping through his lungs because Katara is wet and hot and tight…

“Katara…” He groans, deep. “You’re so tight. Agni, you feel so good.”

He sends fluttering kisses up her chest and to her collar bone and nibbles at her clavicle. Then he traces her jawline and captures her mouth. Zuko is in a heated frenzy, displaying open mouth kisses and suckling on her tongue every time she brushes his with her own.

And when he feels her loosen up and the ease in which he could slide his dick in and out of her without restraint, Zuko begins to thrust in a hard, languid motion; slamming into her with force that left her jolting. Katara makes the sweetest sounds. He wonders what other sounds he can provoke.

That’s why he breaks the kiss and sits upright on his knees. That’s why he swings her legs over his shoulders. That’s why he holds her ankles in place while he took her with everything he had.

“I want more of this, Katara. More of you.” He pants between labored breath. He presses into her, forcing Katara’s knees towards her chest and that’s when he could feel something swollen deep inside her, throbbing. “Please, let me have more of you.”

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The rain falls heavy. It patters in a hard rhythm along with the song of relentless winds and whistles of a storm with no end in sight. Any belongings Zuko couldn’t carry in his arms were left outside to be soaked. He frowns, shuddering from the cold and resolves to steaming the water from his skin. He drops his things, mumbling about his luck before chancing a glance over at the waterbender who followed him here. Katara bends the rain from her drenched clothes.

In the midst of her confrontation with him upon finding his camp, it came pouring. She had made it clear he was unwanted- though he had no intention of giving up yet on helping the Avatar- Katara was adamant he relinquish any attempt to fool them. He exchanged words with her he didn’t mean; after all, he was trying and she did not want to hear him out. Before things became heated, they were forced to take shelter. Despite Katara probably being as stubborn as he is, he still holds some concern, deciding to speak up after a long silence.

“Are…are you cold? I can make a fire.”

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There’s something in her smile. It reaches her eyes and he can’t help but take in the shape of her nose, her lips…her face. Zuko collects himself, taking a step back and ignores the curious expression Iroh is throwing at him.

Zuko can only nod. He doesn’t know what she’s referring to by portal- most certainly not a spirit portal- any sightings of one would have immediately been reported. Instead, he and his Uncle prepare to sneak back in the palace undetected.

“We should head out.” He offers her his cloak. “Take this. Not to be rude but you’re attire, uh, stands out too much.” He waits for her to put it on before taking her hand and leading her away. Iroh joins alongside them, avoiding the eyes of the other patrons in the tea shop as they exit. “Stay close, Wanda.”

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Red. It’s everywhere… with little black flames etched into flags. She is… entirely confused. This is not New York in the slightest. Wanda gazes at the people walking the streets—who happen to be looking at her like she’s got three heads—and frowns.

Where exactly is she?

The maroon jacket she wears does happen to fit in with the colors that the civilians are wearing, but her heels don’t.

It doesn’t help that no one is stopping to speak to her or ask her any questions, so she takes it upon herself to walk into a nearby tea shop, looking around a bit apprehensively.

Wanda sees a taller man with shaggy black hair, and she smiles to herself. He’s sitting with an older gray haired man, and they seem to be playing some type of game.

“Um… excuse me?” she asks, her Sokovian accent leaking out much more than she would have liked. “Would one of you please tell me where I am? I believe I’m a bit lost…”

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Zuko glances over his shoulder at his uncle and the two share a confused look. The Fire Lord was hoping Iroh knew something, considering the elderly man’s many journeys across the world, but he only gives Zuko a shrug.

“I’m afraid neither of us have heard of such places.” Crossing his arms over his chest and leaning in so that he could whisper to Wanda, Zuko says. “Forgive my wariness but I find it strange you haven’t heard of the Fire Nation despite suddenly showing up. How did you travel? By boat? Airship?”

He may have come off a bit harsh. Given the recent attempts on his life, was it really a coincidence that Wanda had just shown up out of the blue?

Realizing his proximity and how close he was to her face, Zuko clears his throat and straightens up. “There’s a map at my residence. I’m sure we can locate your home. If you’d like, I can have my guards keep a look out for your companions.”

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Red. It’s everywhere… with little black flames etched into flags. She is… entirely confused. This is not New York in the slightest. Wanda gazes at the people walking the streets—who happen to be looking at her like she’s got three heads—and frowns.

Where exactly is she?

The maroon jacket she wears does happen to fit in with the colors that the civilians are wearing, but her heels don’t.

It doesn’t help that no one is stopping to speak to her or ask her any questions, so she takes it upon herself to walk into a nearby tea shop, looking around a bit apprehensively.

Wanda sees a taller man with shaggy black hair, and she smiles to herself. He’s sitting with an older gray haired man, and they seem to be playing some type of game.

“Um… excuse me?” she asks, her Sokovian accent leaking out much more than she would have liked. “Would one of you please tell me where I am? I believe I’m a bit lost…”

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“No worries.” Iroh assures her. “My nephew was already on a losing streak and we were probably going to retire. I am Iroh and this is my nephew Zuko. Though, he’s out under guise, so we ask you don’t give away his location to the nearest guard.” The former general winks.

Zuko wants to roll his eyes but catches how the young woman is blushing profusely at his Uncle’s smooth talk. She smiles in his direction, and odd enough, Zuko is suddenly flustered. He quickly dismisses it. Wanda? That’s not a name he’s heard from any of the nation’s.

Zuko steps forward, observing Wanda a little closer.

“You’re in Caldera, the Fire Nation’s capital. And, I don’t mean to pry, but what nation are you from? We’d be happy to point you in the right direction back home.”

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Red. It’s everywhere… with little black flames etched into flags. She is… entirely confused. This is not New York in the slightest. Wanda gazes at the people walking the streets—who happen to be looking at her like she’s got three heads—and frowns.

Where exactly is she?

The maroon jacket she wears does happen to fit in with the colors that the civilians are wearing, but her heels don’t.

It doesn’t help that no one is stopping to speak to her or ask her any questions, so she takes it upon herself to walk into a nearby tea shop, looking around a bit apprehensively.

Wanda sees a taller man with shaggy black hair, and she smiles to herself. He’s sitting with an older gray haired man, and they seem to be playing some type of game.

“Um… excuse me?” she asks, her Sokovian accent leaking out much more than she would have liked. “Would one of you please tell me where I am? I believe I’m a bit lost…”

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‘Leave the palace.’ his Uncle said. ‘Get out more. Nothing bad could happen’

Or so one would think, if a woman wearing strange clothes hadn’t approached them in what was a members only tea shop playing pai sho- granted, Zuko wasn’t a member either but Iroh had dragged him here as a guest.

The young Fire Lord straightens up in his seating position and while his Uncle stands up to greet the woman in his usual charming manner, Zuko glares at him. What if this woman was an assassin? Surely, Iroh couldn’t be so naive to trust a strange, clearly foreign, person with attire such as hers.

“Why, hello-“ Iroh starts, reaching for who he assumes is a poor, lost woman before he’s interrupted by his nephew placing a hand on his shoulder.

“You don’t look like you’re from around here.” He points out harshly. “Care to introduce yourself first.”

“Zuko!” Iroh reprimands. “Show some respect” He turns to the woman with a warm smile. Forgive my nephew. I’m afraid he’s forgotten his manners in the presence of a beautiful lady.”

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Red. It’s everywhere… with little black flames etched into flags. She is… entirely confused. This is not New York in the slightest. Wanda gazes at the people walking the streets—who happen to be looking at her like she’s got three heads—and frowns.

Where exactly is she?

The maroon jacket she wears does happen to fit in with the colors that the civilians are wearing, but her heels don’t.

It doesn’t help that no one is stopping to speak to her or ask her any questions, so she takes it upon herself to walk into a nearby tea shop, looking around a bit apprehensively.

Wanda sees a taller man with shaggy black hair, and she smiles to herself. He’s sitting with an older gray haired man, and they seem to be playing some type of game.

“Um… excuse me?” she asks, her Sokovian accent leaking out much more than she would have liked. “Would one of you please tell me where I am? I believe I’m a bit lost…”

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In the midst of unpacking- well, more so his Uncle who wouldn’t let alone and had to see to it that Zuko’s things were put away properly- the door to his dorm room opens and in walks another family. Lively and chattering as they enter, Zuko feels his nerves spike and the anxiety he felt before coming here only increased.

Immediately casting his eyes to the ground, Zuko tries to come up with an approach to introduce himself. He didn’t know how to make friends. Hell, he didn’t have friends if you didn’t count his sister and her goons- one of whom he’s dated on and off. But the courage he musters falls short at the sight of his uncle cheerfully greeting the family and he wants to smack his hand over his forehead.

“Hello!” Iroh takes the hand of the young man who was the first to walk through the door, quite enthusiastically. “I am Iroh and this is my nephew, Zuko.”

“Hey.” Was all Zuko could choke. He may have unintentionally come off a bit distant.

Iroh moves onto shaking the hand of the rest of the family, and boldly kisses the back of the hand of the elderly woman. “A pleasure to meet you.” He grins.

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A few minutes and a couple of fights for the bathroom later, both Sokka and Katara were already dressed up and ready to go. Once he saw his son running excitedly to the garage, Hakoda chuckled and checked if all of the brunette's belongings were already packed.

"Alright guys, remember that we'll only stop a few times for potty breaks and food. We better arrive before nightfall."

The older man friendly warned his children when the whole family had their seatbelts buckled up. Soon, the four of them started what would be Sokka's first memorial event of such a new chapter of his life.

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As it had been agreed, the party arrived at the campus in time. The brunette was trying his best to not scream excitedly upon gazing the dormitory - Hakoda had to obviously take care of the bureaucratic part of his son's arrival and 'check in'. Before anyone could say anything, Sokka bursted inside and ran towards the door of his future dorm.

"Four hours ago he said 'I won't break into the dorms like a fool', yet, here we are. Then people call me the crazy sibling." Katara complained with a sigh from seeing her foolish brother acting like an idiot while their father could only laugh with their 'GranGran'.

The brunette bluntely opened the doors ince he thought he would have the dorm all for himself. However, Sokka ended up meeting with two strangers: a likely-old man and a scarred guy whose face wasn't the most appealing one.

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He crushes her mouth with his own and- oh, spirits, he can taste himself on her lips. Zuko savors it by dipping his tongue between them and coaxing Katara join him in a hard, hungry kiss. He likes the way she whimpers, the way those beautiful lips move when she pleads his name.

They’ve crossed the thresholds of…whatever this is. Zuko can’t get the taste of Katara out his mind—not now, not ever.

“My cock?” He repeats slyly, with a dangerous grin crossing his lips. “Someone’s eager.”

Zuko shoves his pants down further, coming to the ankle and leaving him ample movement to settle comfortably between Katara’s legs. He can already feel the heat of her cunt, the slickness of her fluids on her thighs as he presses his pelvis against hers.

Breaking the kiss, Zuko takes hold of his heavy length and teases it over her entrance, gliding it over the cleft of her sex and up to her swollen clit. He hisses between clenched teeth, fighting the dizzy spell and the urge to slam into her.

“Let me know if this hurts.” He manages to rasp, first guiding the head in, though he’s met with some resistance. So, he leans in, capturing Katara’s right breast and teasing it between his teeth to ease her. “Katara…Katara, you feel so good.” He moans around her sensitive nub.

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The rain falls heavy. It patters in a hard rhythm along with the song of relentless winds and whistles of a storm with no end in sight. Any belongings Zuko couldn’t carry in his arms were left outside to be soaked. He frowns, shuddering from the cold and resolves to steaming the water from his skin. He drops his things, mumbling about his luck before chancing a glance over at the waterbender who followed him here. Katara bends the rain from her drenched clothes.

In the midst of her confrontation with him upon finding his camp, it came pouring. She had made it clear he was unwanted- though he had no intention of giving up yet on helping the Avatar- Katara was adamant he relinquish any attempt to fool them. He exchanged words with her he didn’t mean; after all, he was trying and she did not want to hear him out. Before things became heated, they were forced to take shelter. Despite Katara probably being as stubborn as he is, he still holds some concern, deciding to speak up after a long silence.

“Are...are you cold? I can make a fire.”

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His faint panting grows louder and louder, echoing off the walls of the cave. Zuko pulses when Katara tells him how he tastes and his gaze stayed locked on hers; heavy and lustfilled. He tries not to succumb to her seductive tactics so quickly, afraid she might not fully understand the consequences of her actions.

All that logic flys out the window. Katara using skills Zuko didn’t know she was even capable of. He throws his head back, gritting his teeth, forcing Katara to still her movements by gripping her hair tight and proceeds to rock into her mouth.

What little control he had was replaced with chasing pleasure. He doesn’t have time to warn Katara before his hips sputter and his feet curled inside his boots. Zuko doesn’t recall sounding so loud or cumming so hard. Even as Katara drinks him with no protest, Zuko pulls out with a ‘pop’ and allows the remainder of his seed to spill over stomach.

When he comes to his senses, Zuko is surprised to find himself still hard and what was even more arousing was Katara swallowing his seed and licking her lips as though to clean them off.

As if possessed, Zuko presses his chest to Katara bare breasts, forcing her on her back and spreading her legs wide. The scent of her wet sex made him growl low and he has to remember not to overstep boundaries. His hands wander to her inner thighs, keeping them separated so that her cunt was exposed.

“Do you want my mouth or my cock?” He asks, thinking it’s time to return the favor.

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The rain falls heavy. It patters in a hard rhythm along with the song of relentless winds and whistles of a storm with no end in sight. Any belongings Zuko couldn’t carry in his arms were left outside to be soaked. He frowns, shuddering from the cold and resolves to steaming the water from his skin. He drops his things, mumbling about his luck before chancing a glance over at the waterbender who followed him here. Katara bends the rain from her drenched clothes.

In the midst of her confrontation with him upon finding his camp, it came pouring. She had made it clear he was unwanted- though he had no intention of giving up yet on helping the Avatar- Katara was adamant he relinquish any attempt to fool them. He exchanged words with her he didn’t mean; after all, he was trying and she did not want to hear him out. Before things became heated, they were forced to take shelter. Despite Katara probably being as stubborn as he is, he still holds some concern, deciding to speak up after a long silence.

“Are…are you cold? I can make a fire.”

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Zuko hisses, his fingers buried in the tresses of her long, thick hair. He’s feeling hazy, her cool, delicate touch igniting a fire in his belly and her mouth is so hot and wet that he feels like he’s melting. Her change of tone, her lust filled gaze was a complete one-eighty compared to mere hours ago. Thinking about it now makes him even more aroused; Katara can be quite intimidating and the thought of her using that same energy to pleasure him was all the more welcoming.

His cheeks tint red, breath hollow the more Katara swallows him whole and his knees shook at the sight of her coming down all the way to the base of his cock. Zuko releases a long, heavy groan, gripping Katara by the hair and pulling her up so that he may kiss her passionately- aside from the fact that he was on the cusp of cumming. 

She tasted like him- him. Zuko inhales sharply through his nose, cupping both Katara’s cheeks. He wants to leave her breathless before he murmurs. “More.” In which he guides her mouth back on his cock, moaning from the previous loss. Zuko instinctively rocks his hips, only gently as to not overwhelm her. 

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The rain falls heavy. It patters in a hard rhythm along with the song of relentless winds and whistles of a storm with no end in sight. Any belongings Zuko couldn’t carry in his arms were left outside to be soaked. He frowns, shuddering from the cold and resolves to steaming the water from his skin. He drops his things, mumbling about his luck before chancing a glance over at the waterbender who followed him here. Katara bends the rain from her drenched clothes.

In the midst of her confrontation with him upon finding his camp, it came pouring. She had made it clear he was unwanted- though he had no intention of giving up yet on helping the Avatar- Katara was adamant he relinquish any attempt to fool them. He exchanged words with her he didn’t mean; after all, he was trying and she did not want to hear him out. Before things became heated, they were forced to take shelter. Despite Katara probably being as stubborn as he is, he still holds some concern, deciding to speak up after a long silence.

“Are...are you cold? I can make a fire.”

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So good.

The delicate touch of her hand roaming his chest sends tendrils down his spine. His cock twitches in anticipation, seeking the warmth of Katara’s sex as he rolls his hips along with her. Zuko makes a low hum, aiding Katara in her explorations; grasping her wrist gently and guiding her hand lower and lower.

His gaze falls lidded, dimming into a warm amber as he guides her hand through the waistband of his trousers and around his-

“Fuck, Katara...” He gasps against her mouth. Zuko’s jaw goes slack. His free hand continues to work her dusky nipples, hardening beneath his ministrations. The cave grows hot, as well as the space between them. The biting cold that had forced them to seek warmth from one another subsided and is replaced with an insatiable lust he wasn’t aware was there before.

Katara was making him feel so many things at once. It both enthralled and frightened him. She was better than him, in ways he wishes he were only a fraction of.

He breaks the kiss, ghosting his lips across her cheek until he reaches the shell of her ear, burying his nose. “Stroke me.” He whispers, rasp and heedy.

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The rain falls heavy. It patters in a hard rhythm along with the song of relentless winds and whistles of a storm with no end in sight. Any belongings Zuko couldn’t carry in his arms were left outside to be soaked. He frowns, shuddering from the cold and resolves to steaming the water from his skin. He drops his things, mumbling about his luck before chancing a glance over at the waterbender who followed him here. Katara bends the rain from her drenched clothes.

In the midst of her confrontation with him upon finding his camp, it came pouring. She had made it clear he was unwanted- though he had no intention of giving up yet on helping the Avatar- Katara was adamant he relinquish any attempt to fool them. He exchanged words with her he didn’t mean; after all, he was trying and she did not want to hear him out. Before things became heated, they were forced to take shelter. Despite Katara probably being as stubborn as he is, he still holds some concern, deciding to speak up after a long silence.

“Are…are you cold? I can make a fire.”

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He cups both sides of her face, pulling her further so that his tongue could find the seams of her lips. Zuko’s blood pulses like drums in his ears, his breath runs hot and the places Katara touches feel feather-like and cool.

It’s okay. She told him. In his mind, Zuko debates weather it really is. If it were only the heat of the moment and that tomorrow she might regret it. But it feels okay. It feels right.

“Katara. I like you.” He confesses. Though he’s not sure to what extent yet, Zuko has always known he’s liked her. 

His large hands seek her perfect mounds- brushing aside her loose robe to expose them, quickly palming her breasts with fervor. Zuko opens his mouth to deepen their kiss, thumb flicking her hardened nipples. The moans she makes persuades him to caress them further with his thumbs. He’s hard as a rock, rutting his hips and sliding his clothed length against Katara’s stomach as she continues to straddle him.

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The rain falls heavy. It patters in a hard rhythm along with the song of relentless winds and whistles of a storm with no end in sight. Any belongings Zuko couldn’t carry in his arms were left outside to be soaked. He frowns, shuddering from the cold and resolves to steaming the water from his skin. He drops his things, mumbling about his luck before chancing a glance over at the waterbender who followed him here. Katara bends the rain from her drenched clothes.

In the midst of her confrontation with him upon finding his camp, it came pouring. She had made it clear he was unwanted- though he had no intention of giving up yet on helping the Avatar- Katara was adamant he relinquish any attempt to fool them. He exchanged words with her he didn’t mean; after all, he was trying and she did not want to hear him out. Before things became heated, they were forced to take shelter. Despite Katara probably being as stubborn as he is, he still holds some concern, deciding to speak up after a long silence.

“Are...are you cold? I can make a fire.”

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“I...” there’s a hint of skepticism. Zuko bites the corner of his lip, absorbing everything Katara said while his hands remained on her shoulders, keeping her at arms length. “You have nothing to be sorry about, and you have every reason to hate me.” He sighs.

He didn’t think convincing the Avatar he was on their side would be easy. He anticipated some backlash. What he didn’t expect was Katara showing up at his camp with a threat in hand. Sure, Zuko had ridden on the hope that the faith Katara had in him in the catacombs didn’t disappear. But now, he’s even more confused, since only hours ago she had told him to scram.

He has so many question, all of which were lodged in his throat because in the aftermath of their sudden make out session, Katara’s hair fell loose from the top half of her hair and the robe she was wearing had fallen over her shoulder.

Zuko coughs, placing a hand over his mouth to hide his blush. “Um, sorry.” He excused himself, shifting slightly in an effort to hide his arousal. Calm down, he scolds himself, we’re not even friends yet. But even that reminder doesn’t stop the blood from rushing south. Or deter his gaze from lingering over the crook of her shoulder. Or his hand from caressing up and down her bicep.

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The rain falls heavy. It patters in a hard rhythm along with the song of relentless winds and whistles of a storm with no end in sight. Any belongings Zuko couldn’t carry in his arms were left outside to be soaked. He frowns, shuddering from the cold and resolves to steaming the water from his skin. He drops his things, mumbling about his luck before chancing a glance over at the waterbender who followed him here. Katara bends the rain from her drenched clothes.

In the midst of her confrontation with him upon finding his camp, it came pouring. She had made it clear he was unwanted- though he had no intention of giving up yet on helping the Avatar- Katara was adamant he relinquish any attempt to fool them. He exchanged words with her he didn’t mean; after all, he was trying and she did not want to hear him out. Before things became heated, they were forced to take shelter. Despite Katara probably being as stubborn as he is, he still holds some concern, deciding to speak up after a long silence.

“Are...are you cold? I can make a fire.”