When Katara stepped from her car at 8, Zuko was already standing out front. Katara looked down to her outfit and slightly regretted coming so informal. Zuko was in his dark denims again but had on an actual button down in a dark red color, with his leather jacket and his hair even looked combed but somehow still shaggy. Katara had on a long sleeved navy cotton dress and over the knee, light brown boots. She didn't put in more effort into her face or hair and she was wearing her shrug she wore to work this morning.
Zuko had smiled and met her at the sidewalk, "You look nice." He held out a single white fire lily.
Katara squinted her eyes and took the flower, "You don't look so bad yourself." She lifted and smelt her favorite flower. She placed it inside of her purse with the petals sticking out, so she didn't completely crush it.
Zuko nodded for them to start walking in the direction of what Zuko had emailed her to be the best ramen shop in the City. When Katara had mentioned how unromantic a ramen place was to Suki, she came back with, 'I don't know, blowing on the noodles and then sucking them…' Katara quickly hung up with phone and could swear she could hear Suki laughing from the accounting department three stories up.
She went to grab a booth along the far wall, she blew out the small tea candle on the table, as Zuko walked to the bar and ordered for them. She had given her preferences when he asked, something with pork and slightly spicy. Katara, though she would deny it later, did her best to make this seem as unromantic as possible.
Zuko placed down a bowl of edamame and then walked back to the counter. He returned with two bowls of ramen and balanced a small tray on one of the bowls. Katara's mouth began to water and picked up the set of chopsticks on the small tray. At her first bite, she moaned and sank into the booth. "So, good."
When she looked up to where Zuko, he was smirking, "Told you best ramen in the city."
Katara rolled her eyes and took another bite, holding back another moan. It really was the best she had had since being in the city. But Katara was not going to give Zuko the right to brag that he found a good place to eat.
Pleasantly surprising, they ate in semi-silence. Katara looked around to the others in the restaurant all enjoying their dinners. It was a great little place, very homey, but probably always had a steady stream of customers.
"You're too quiet." Katara whispered over her bowl.
Zuko raised an eyebrow. "I could say the same thing about you."
As they finished not many more words were said between them. The 'date' was anything but romantic. It was like two friends hanging out. But even friends had conversations that flowed over dinner.
As they left Zuko and Katara walked down the sidewalk. Katara rubbed at her arms not realizing how chilly the night had gotten. Zuko won about five points for taking off his jacket and draping it over her shoulders without any comment from Katara. "Thanks." She whispered and put her arms through the sleeves
"You're welcome." Zuko whispered back to her.
Katara could have swooned. The jacket was so warm from being on Zuko and smelled so strongly of his spicy cologne and worn leather. She lifted her hand up and stuck her nose inside the sleeve and took a deep breath.
"Are you sniffing my jacket?" Zuko chuckled.
"No," Her voice was mumbled through the sleeve of the coat and she sniffed again. "I'm trying to heat up my fingers." It wasn't complete lie her fingers were cold.
"Mhmm," Zuko smiled and the walked back to her car in silence.
Katara slid the jacket off and handed back, "The ramen place was really good. I can't believe I haven't had it before you know, since we work so close."
"Yeah, it's small." Zuko took the jacket back but swung it over his shoulder. "The owner is supposed to be getting something bigger downtown."
"Oh," Katara nodded at the information. "That seems to always happen to me. I find a new place or thing I like, and it disappears or is no longer available."
"The owner isn't giving up that store. They are just starting up a new one." Zuko explained as Katara began unlocking her car. "Maybe I can take you to lunch there sometime then."
Katara paused briefly, Another date? "Maybe." She began to climb into her car.
"So, this was pretty romantic right?" Zuko smiled and nodded. He had to know that it wasn't. They barely even talked and whereas yes, he looked nice, and yes, the flower was a nice touch, and sure, the dinner was super good, and then the walk back was probably the most romantic thing… It just wasn't enough.
"You've got a lot of work to do if you thought that was romantic." Katara closed the door to her car and started it up. She waved goodbye and pulled out of the spot.
"We were told she only had 150 pages she could print on. What is this?" Zuko dropped the original onto Katara's keyboard, nearly missing her cup of coffee.
Katara clenched her jaw, "It's Yue's final copy for this volume." She reached out and began stacking the pages together.
"It's 176 pages, Katara." Zuko folded his arms over his chest.
"I know," Katara stood from her chair and went to the storage closet for a clean folder to put the original in. "I approved each page." Katara flicked on the light and began looking through bookshelves for a folder.
"We said in the meeting that Yue's first novel would only be 150 pages. And now the printing department is up my ass because you can't crop out a chapter." Zuko stood in the doorway keeping the door open.
Katara sighed deeply and looked to the top shelf where the manila folders sat. She reached up on tip toes and tried to knock the box just a little so it would slide off. "I-ugh, I know. But I figured it's her first one she should get to put in how many ever pages she needed." Katara huffed as she barely touched the box and pushed up. "Effing box." Katara muttered. "Plus, the fact-" Katara stretch again. "The fact that her first to go out is all of the previous chapters online. Gah." Katara got it to slip slightly. "And one additional ch-chap-," The box was handed to her by a pale hand. "Thank you," Katara smiled, turned and bumped into Zuko. Her eyes flicked up to his lips and then to his eyes then back to his lip. She wetted her lips, "chapter to entice people to buy the series to get the latest chap-,"
Zuko's lips met hers and Katara closed her eyes welcoming the feeling of Zuko's lips against hers. Zuko took the box back and shoved it onto an already crowded shelf of pens, Katara blindly let the pages fall onto a work station next to a mailing machine, her arms wrapping over his shoulder. They never broke the kiss as they moved, Zuko's hands slid down Katara's waist to her hips and pull her in close to him, hands sliding over her tailored dress.
Katara yelped when Zuko lifted her by her thighs and she fully wrapped her arms around him. Her skirt of her dress was pushed up high on her thighs as they were raised around Zuko's hips. Zuko allowed his head to be tilted back as Katara sucked his bottom lip between her teeth and let it go softly. Zuko groaned and his fingers tightened closer to her center.
When Zuko rocked his hips caused Katara's dress to ride the rest of the way up and she moaned. Her head tilted back to hit shelf behind her, Zuko's lips began exploring down her chin and down her neck.
When she felt teeth against her neck, she shoved hard against him, breaking the kiss and dropping her legs that had wrapped around his waist. She glared up to him, chest heaving, "As an apology I accept that you will tell the printers to print the extra 26 pages." Katara picked up the pages she had dropped, straightening them again, before pushing them into a folder and slapping the folder onto Zuko's chest. "Thank you." Katara proclaimed as she swung open the storage door and stomped to her desk.
"You stole my idea!" Katara shoved Zuko as they walked out of the elevator onto the illustration floor. Zuko had stolen her idea of moving the pre-print dates on the project.
Zuko only smirked over his shoulder, "You should discuss your ideas in a quieter space than at the vending machines." He chuckled and started his fast pace to his office. Katara hot on his heels. "You know like in an office with a door." Zuko opened his door and gestured to the room. When Katara took a step forward, Zuko held out his hand to stop her. He closed the door in her face and Katara could hear him laughing.
Katara hit the door with a growl and stomped back to the elevator. Oh, he thinks he's so special cause he's got an office. Pfft. Effing Office. She punched the up button and stepped on the elevator when it dinged. On Ji smiled sympathetically as she stopped the doors from completely closing. She pressed the number 8 button and stood to the side, "You know he isn't really that bad."
Katara hissed through her teeth and shot a glare to Zuko's assistant. "Ha. Sure." She crossed her arms and clenched her jaw. "You know what? Take the elevator. I'll get the next one." Katara stuck out her arm to stop the elevator doors from closing. She stepped out and began back towards Zuko's office. She swung open the door to his office and slammed it closed behind her. "You know I thought-,"
Zuko looked up from his desk, or at least Katara thought there might be a desk under all of those pages. The walls had more pieces of pinned storyboard than actual wallpaper. She saw there three current projects on the opposite wall. Then Yue's story was on the wall across from Zuko's desk. Marks filled the pages and there were pieces torn in half and taped back together. "There you go again, Kat," Zuko stood and gathered the pages he was working on. "Stopping mid-sentence like I can finish what you are saying."
"Do you have actual paintings under all the drawings?"
"Needed more room, but you are more than welcome to them." Zuko pointed to a corner behind his desk. He looked over the stack in his hand, "I don't think that was what you came to talk to me about." His 'tsked' and had to spread out the pages again and restack them while Katara took in more of his office. There were more long tables along the walls minus what was behind his desk and pens, markers, and other items in large bins in different points around the room. Katara's want to organize heightened.
"I thought that," Katara was so in awe of the mess of the room that she had lost her steam. She cleared her throat and began again. "I thought that we had really gotten past all of this. That night at dinner I really thought that we had almost made a truce. If not that then a silent pact to be civil."
Zuko chuckled and put together the folder and sat it to the side finally. "Us? Civil?" He walked around his desk and to her.
Katara stood her ground and found her fire again, "Oh no, I know now that that little 'date'," Katara put up her fingers and quoted in the air. "Is just part of this dumb game you think we are playing!" She reached out and pushed him a little when he reached her. "The print job and now this?!" She shoved again realizing he was only getting closer and had walked her back to the door. Her back thumped against it. "Tell Piandao that it was my idea."
"And why would I do that?" Zuko's arms caged her in. "To be civil?" His laugh was somewhat dry as he reached out and tucked a hair behind her ear before lowering his head next to hers and whispered, "Would that make you fall in love with me?" She felt the smirk against the shell of her ear and her eyes fluttered close.
Katara had .03 seconds to decide how to play this: 1 - Get mad and shove him away. 2 - Give in and play his game. Or 3 - Shove him away and forgets he exists. Her body started answering for her while she was thinking. Her head tilted to give Zuko access to her neck and since her eyes were already shut…
Zuko took the hint and pressed a hot kiss to her neck, she bit her lip as his tongue flicked across her skin causing it to popup with goosebumps. Katara's breath hitched as teeth soon joined in when he made it to the neck of her shirt. A scrape. A lick. A kiss.
Katara must have finally lost her mind, her hands slid up his chest and into his hair. She tugged on the silky strands and brought his face to hers. This kiss was probably the messiest and hottest kiss she had ever taken part of. (The second the other day in the closet.) "Ah-hah."
Zuko grinned, smirked, into the kiss as he lifted her against the door. A loud thump as she was pushed farther against it. Between their lips Zuko cursed. He encouraged Katara to wrap her legs around his waist. This slightly easier than the other day, she had worn a loose dress and blazer to the meeting. He groaned as he pulled her flush to him, Katara wrapped her arms over his shoulders to keep herself steady and Zuko walked her back to the desk. He pushed the few final papers out from where he was going to set her. There were a few fumbles but with every press of hips to butt had the temperature rising and the desire to remove clothes.
In the back of Katara's mind, she knew this was all wrong. But the rest of her body shushed it. She liked the way her lungs burned from not taking in as much oxygen as needed to finish this kiss and the next. The way that Zuko's body heated hers. And Spirits, she loved the way his long fingers were pushing the fabric of her dress up.
"Can I?" Zuko's voice was deep and seemed to wash over her body. She needed and lifted her hips off the desk as Zuko began tugging of her panties. Then Zuko's fingers were back to pushing back fabric of her dress.
Katara moaned when slightly cold fingers met her heated center. Her head fell to his shoulder. And she opened her legs farther. Zuko was quick to shove the fabric up again and made Katara hold it up for him. He tested her with one finger and then two, the wetness coating his fingers. She gasped when he would pull out his fingers and brush them over the sensitive bud.
She started growing impatient and leaned back, because if they were going to do this… Fuck they were going to do this. They just needed to get this over with. Fuck and then get back to hating each other. Katara began pushing at his jean jacket and lifting up this flavor of the week's band t-shirt. She had no idea how he got away with dressing so-
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Zuko's left side was filled with color. Two large dragons, one red and one blue, were tangled together. Her fingers swiped over the ink and Zuko paused momentarily. Katara began pushing the fabric up to see more. Her mind was becoming distracted of the twist of drawn scales.
When her thumb followed one tangle, Zuko began fucking his fingers into her. He groaned as her body reacted, tightening around his fingers. Her nails dug into the art work and scratched down to the tops of his dark jeans. She tugged his hips closer to her and began wrapping her legs around his waist once again.
Zuko release Katara briefly to search through his drawers and Katara began pulling his belt through the loops. By the time, Zuko had the condom he was looking for. Katara had Zuko's pants and boxers down his thighs and was stroking him. Katara let go as Zuko rolled down the condom and she raised up her dress.
He pulled her hips off the desk and towards the edge, sliding in slightly before pulling back and slamming back in. Katara caught herself on the desk, papers crunching under her fingers. She silently prayed that they were important. They both let out a heavy sigh when Zuko sank into the hilt. Zuko pushed his hips forward causing Katara to moan. She had wondered, but now she knew, Zuko was definitely the longest she had ever had. He was pushed so deep in her. Katara rolled her hips and collapsed back onto her elbows.
"Ah-Fuuh,"
Zuko began thrusting into her in long hard thrusts. Katara becoming louder and louder as Zuko picked up speed. "You're going to get us- ah," Zuko pulled up her dress and pushed some of the fabric into her mouth. "You're so loud."
Katara whined through the fabric. She was so completely turned on, she wasn't sure she cared who knew. The rough, long thrusts of Zuko's cock, the fabric in her mouth to keep her quiet, and the fact that anyone could open the door to see her there. All she need was some crazy Daddy kink to complete this.
"You're so tight!" Zuko whisper yelled as he held onto her thighs. The constant moans that Zuko pushed out of her every time that he pushed in, was bringing him closer to his edge. He looked down to where he was sinking into her. It was so wet and easy to slide all the way in. "Oh fuck." Zuko noticed as he pushed all the way in and deep, Katara's lower stomach bulged out slightly. He thought he was close before but now he was sure.
Zuko took one of Katara's hands and pushed it over the area. He could feel it slightly and the warmth in his lower stomach was beginning to grow. He thrusted hard and kept Katara's hand where it rose up slightly.
Katara's eyes were wide and she practically screamed through the fabric. That's his dick. Fuck! She closed her eyes and took it, her back beginning to curve as she pushed slightly on the bulge. Zuko's curses were a stream now and Katara could feel the tingling of an orgasm.
"Close." Zuko called out, probably louder than he should have. And a few thrusts later he sank in deep and filled the condom. Katara rubbed at the bulge causing Zuko to twitch and then her fingers snuck down to where they were connected and rubbed her clit twice. Her body spasmed causing her and Zuko to both groan.
Zuko pulled back and tossed the used condom in the trash. He picked up the light blue lace panties and shoved them in his bottom drawer. He'd get in trouble for it, but it was so much fun to see that fire light in Katara.
Once her body had come down from its high, Katara pulled down the dress and began to stand. "This meant nothing." She looked around the desk for her panties and then glared up to Zuko. "Where are they?" Zuko shrugged and began putting himself back together.
"I've got a meeting with the printers in 10 minutes, so I suggest you use the bathroom quickly and fix," Zuko pointed to her hair. "You know Haru has a little crush on you. I'd hate to see him saddened by your state."
Katara's eyes widened, "Then hurry and give my pan-"
There was a knock on the door and On Ji's voice, "Mr. Zuko? You're 3:30 is here."
"Give me a second." Zuko called back immediately but not taking his eyes off Katara. He smoothed down her hair and pulled her blazer on straighter.
"Zuko," Katara hit his chest lightly. "Give me back my panties."
"I will tonight at dinner." Zuko leaned around Katara and began straightening papers they had crumbled and disarrayed.
"No now!" Katara began to open drawers but Zuko pressed the bottom drawer back closed quickly with his foot. "Zuko!"
"I'll pick you up at your cubical at 5:30."
"I can't walk out of here without-," Katara growled as the door opened and Haru from printing stood with a coffee and a stack of papers.
"Oh, good you're both here." Haru smiled and began setting his stuff down on one of the tables. "I was just going to have On Ji call for you, Kat."
"Oh," Katara laughed lightly and ran her fingers through her hair. "Well, I'm already here."
"Are you feeling alright? You look flushed?" Haru asked with concern after he had looked her over.
"No, I'm fine. But um-," Katara looked around for an excuse to get out and start walk to the door. "I have to finish another project before the end of the day. So, you'll have to-." Katara made it to the door and closed it behind her. Pantie-less.
Stomach bulge? Check. Voyeurism? Check. Office Sex? Check.
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