He rubs his hands up and down her back, stopping at each scar to bend down and place a small kiss on them. While he knows she has grown to accepted them, he hates what she had to go through to get them. He wishes he could have done something to the bastard who marred her beautiful caramel skin. He also know that she hates it when he get mad over it.
"Stop that." She scolds. Sometimes he thinks Katara can read minds.
"Stop what." Zuko says stopping to kiss the one just below her shoulder blade.
'That." He can't see her face but he know she's 'pouting'.
"Sorry but every time I see them I feel the need too. Besides," leaning down to kiss the one on her hip, "you normally enjoy it." he says with a smirk.
"Normally I do. Very much so.", she says with a purr, "However, we have guests coming over." She rolls over, stands up, and beings to walk back. He walks up behind her, wrapping his arms around he waist, making her stop.
"You know," pushing her mass of hair to the side, "We could always pretended we're not here." He kisses the one on the top of her shoulder and continues up her neck. Sighing she leans into his embrace.
"True but we have been planning this for months." With Zuko arms still wrapped around her, Katara some how manages to turn around to face him, and wraps her arms around his neck. She leans up and places a small kiss on his lips.
"Later." she whispers. Wiggling out of his embrace she jogs back to get ready. His Uncle once told him that destiny was a funny thing. Laughing to himself, Zuko believes that now more than ever.
AN This will prob be used in a story later but for now it will sit here