Author's Note: Enjoy this lemony chapter. Depending upon feedback and reviews, I'll try updating this fic daily, because smuts easier to write than actual plot lol.


It didn't take long for Zuko to rid himself of the mid-day sweat that had collected on his body. He quickly squirted shampoo upon his head, massaging the gel into his locks. After he was fully washed off, he exhaled.

Those steps, evidently, weren't the greatest problem he faced.

The real problem was poking, stiff and heavy, out from between his hipbones, making it incredibly difficult to maneuver around the outdoor shower without ungracefully bumping into something. He didn't have the option to relieve himself, as all of his friends were standing less than three yards away, but he needed to figure out some type of solution.

A series of memories ran through his head - naked Iroh bathing in the Cherry Blossom Saunas, Sokka's smelly laundry after a long day's work, cleaning the daily piles of mess that Appa left behind - and Zuko was able to decrease the evidence of his impending situation. After ruffling his hair with a cloth and tying a red silken towel around his narrow waist, Zuko joined his friends outside.

"Took you long enough, Sparky," fumed Toph, pushing the Fire Lord aside. "I wanna shower."

Zuko scowled, lips thinning and single eyebrow lowering to just above his squinting eye, "Whatever. I'm gonna go finish up some work in my office, don't disturb me."

"Yes Sir, mister Fire Lord, Sir," with his hand at attention, Aang stuck his tongue out at his friend.

The firebender rolled his eyes and, huffing in finality, made his way through a side door all the way to the entrance room. To his left was his office, the right his bedroom, and straight forward, the guest bedrooms. Without a hint of uncertainty, Zuko strolled forward, back straight and head held high.

In the palace, the most elaborate and comfortable suites were cast off at one end, allowing am air of privacy for the Fire Lord's significant guests. The particular suit he was headed to was built around a large party room, or as Sokka called it, "lounging area." Through a door on one side was the boys' room - three king sized beds facing a wall made almost entirely of glass - and on the other side, an almost mirror-like reflection of that room for the girls. If it was true his friends would be showering, that would allot Zuko more than enough time to have some intimate moments with Katara.

Yet, as he neared the entrance to the lounge, his mind clouded with second thoughts. Heart fluttering by the plausibility of being rejected, Zuko felt his neck begin to sweat with nervousness. No longer feeling an imminent yearning to test his luck, the firebender began to retreat back down the hallway where he came.

All at once, though, Zuko heard something that changed his mind completely. Through the doors to her room came a soft whimper.

This could mean one of two things. One, Katara was dying, her last breathe spent on a s0ft call for help.

Or, two, Katara was doing something irresistibly delectable in between the apex of her thick thighs.

Zuko decided that there was a large possibility of the first being true, and therefore felt it justifiable to creep slowly to her ajar door. Peeking into the room, the Fire Lord was met with, inarguably, the most breathtaking sight known to man.

Katara, back pressed against the bed, was arched upwards, in just her unraveled bindings from earlier. One nimble hand ran down her smooth stomach, disappearing into her underwear. The other worked furiously, squeezing her breast and nipple. Each time she did so, she threw her head backwards, lips open in breathless pants, eyes hooded, cheeks flushing the same pink as the rest of her neck and chest.

Not knowing of what to do, Zuko did the only logical thing that came to mind in his horny, eighteen year old mind; stare, helplessly, and resist the urge to join her on the bed, replacing her hands with his own.

His knees wobbled, a heavy feeling stirring in his lower parts. There was a flush of heat that grew upon his body, the flame of the candles that hung along the walkway and in the room doubled in size.

Attempting to alleviate some tension, Zuko brought an eager hand to his waistband. Past the tuft of soft hair was his hardened shaft, straining rather painfully against the cloth of his shorts. He squeezed the base, biting back a groan in time with Katara's moan, much louder than before, as she ran her fingers through her dripping slit.

As Zuko swept his thumb over the head of his throbbing erection, he recognized a familiar sound; a finger penetrating the wetness of a woman's entrance. Katara's lips formed an "oh," as if she was in shock of the feeling. It almost became too much for Zuko, and he breathed in roughly, able to steady himself.

That is, until Katara opened her mouth, eyes widening while she cried his name out, stuttering slightly on the "Z."

His cock twitched, pulsing in his palm. Unable to watch any longer without making a ruinous decision, Zuko turned, almost sprinting back to his room. Regrettably for him, he retreated too quickly to see Katara smirk towards the door in an all-knowing manner.

On his trip back, he heard the approaching and retreating sounds of a few guards and servants, but luckily none of his friends'.

Once safely inside, Zuko almost collapsed atop his bed. He smacked his palm against the wooden backboard, growling hungrily as he stuffed his face into a pillow. Never before had the Fire Lord thirsted so intensely after someone.

Outside his door came a dull knock. He readjusted himself under the blankets, a stoic expression forced upon his face.

"Come in."


Author's Note: My little teases! So far, I'm trying to see how I want to delve into their romantic and platonic relationship (not just sexual), but that'll come with time. Based on reviews, I'll update sooner rather than later, and clear up this cliff-hanger I left you on! Thanks to all you faithful readers