Hey guys! Sorry for the super long delay, school and depression are kicking my ass. Thank you for all the faves and reviews, I appreciate it! Now, this chapter is really where the story becomes non canon. Some drama and a lil smut in this one.
Katara POV
As soon as the words left my mouth I regret it. I look over to see Zuko, Suki, Sokka, and Toph watching us though the doorway, everyone looking from me to Zuko to Aang and back again.
"Aang I'm sor-" I reach towards him and he pulls away, his face filled with disgust. He looks over at Zuko who's in shock, then back at me.
"Screw you Katara," he huffs, walking away, purposely bumping into Zuko who would normally have pushed back, but his eyes stayed locked on me. I start to follow Aang but Zuko stops me, pulling me into his arms. I can feel myself begin to cry.
"Hey, shhh," he says, smoothing his hand over my hair.
"I have to go after him," I sob. "I have to fix this." I feel a hand patting my back and see Suki in my peripheral vision.
"Oh Katara, I don't think there's anything you can say to help right now. You just have to let him work through his feelings." Her voice is gentle, with no hint of disapproval or anger. I pull away from Zuko to hug her and see Sokka eyeing Zuko carefully.
"So," he starts, his eyes not leaving Zuko. "You two are together." Zuko scratches the back of his neck, the way he always does when he's nervous.
"I err- we haven't really talked about the logistics. But I'd like to think so," Zuko says, looking over and smiling at me. I nod, smiling back.
"Yes," I tell Sokka. He seems to think this over, nodding mostly to himself.
"Well," he says finally. "It's about damn time. Suki, I owe you 5 copper pieces." Zuko and I look at each other, bewildered.
"You bet on us?" I ask. Sokka looks at Suki sheepishly.
"It was technically my idea," she says. "I thought you wouldn't get together until after the battle." She pauses. "When did you two get together?"
"After we found my mother's killer. We set up camp and I kissed him." I can feel my cheeks getting hot, remembering the events that followed. I hear Toph softly chuckle.
"No snide remarks?" I ask her.
"I already knew Sugar Queen," she says, nonchalantly. I look at Zuko and raise an eyebrow.
"I meant to tell you," he says quickly. "She caught me coming out of your room yesterday."
"And what exactly were you doing in her room?!" Sokka yells. Suki puts a hand on his chest and leans in to whisper in his ear. Slowly, his face relaxes and he blushes.
"Anyway… Should we go finish the play?" Sokka asks.
"I think we should head back to the house," I say. "And see if Aang is there." The group agrees and we head off towards the beach, Zuko and I hand in hand.
…
Back at the house, we find Aang's glider and his shoes by the door. Suki, Sokka, and Toph head upstairs, mumbling under their breaths, obviously about what had happened. I look out the back window and see Aang working out. His face is wet and I can't tell if it's sweat or tears or a combination. Zuko comes up behind me and puts his hand on my shoulder.
"Come on," he whispers. "Let's go to bed." He runs his hand down the length of my arm and grabs my hand, guiding me upstairs. He stops at the landing and turns to me.
"I uh…" he's blushing and he looks too cute for words. "I was wondering if you- Only if you wanted! If you'd maybe like to sleep in my room… With me?" I smile and nod and he leads me to his room. When I walk in, I'm in awe. I thought my room was nice, but Zuko's was incredible.
"Wow…"
"What is it?" he asks.
"I guess sometimes, I forget you're a prince." I'm suddenly very aware of the differences in our upbringing and shift in my stance, straightening my back.
"I have to go back to my room, get my things. I'll be right back," I tell him. I walk down the hall quietly, gather clean clothes and some of my toiletries. As I start to leave, I pass my mirror. I look at myself carefully, pulling my long hair over to one side. I really should cut it.
I look closely at my face, stretching the skin under my chin. I undress to examine my body. I hadn't fully come to terms that this body was no longer untouched. I look at my chest and see the unevenness between my breasts, not dramatic but noticeable. I can see a yellowing bruise on one breast and blush, remembering the feeling of Zuko's mouth on my body.
I turn halfway, studying my waist and legs. I was always self-conscious of my lower half. The women of my village always told me I had birthing hips and I was embarrassed by the thought. Suddenly, I think of Mai. Tall and slender, with skin as pale as the moon. How could Zuko have loved her, and now want me? Too hippy, too dark me? I quickly put on some night clothes, take a deep breath, and head back to Zuko's room.
When I knock, he doesn't answer. I open the door slowly and peek my head in.
"Zuko?" I call softly. "Are you in here?" I walk into the room and look around. On one side of the room, there is a door with a ray of light under it. I creep over and knock.
"Katara?" Zuko calls from within. "Is that you?"
"Yes, what are you doing?"
"I'm taking a bath." He says. "You can uh, come in if you want." I think about it for a second, still feeling strange about my looks. I take a deep breath and open the door. As soon as I enter the wash room, I'm sweating. The room is so hot and there is so much steam, Zuko just looks like a blur. I bend some of the water to see better.
I see Zuko chest deep in a large tub. His hair is wet and sticking to his face and neck. He looks up and smiles at me.
"Do you want to join me?" he asks, in a very casual tone that makes me feel as ease. I stop bending and let the steam collect around us as I turn away from him. I can feel his eyes on me as I untie my sash, and look at him over my shoulder. I slide my robe down my arm and hear Zuko take a deep breath as it falls down my back and onto the floor. I can feel the steam get slightly warmer.
I strategically move my hair to cover my breasts and turn towards him. He moves to one end of the time to give me space. I slowly climb in, shocked by the heat.
"Is it too hot?" Zuko asks.
"Maybe a little," I admit. "Can I cool it?"
"Go ahead. But not too cold." I run my hand over the water and it cools slightly, still hot but more comfortable. I climb in and sit across from Zuko. I can feel his legs tangled with mine, his foot brushing my thigh, and I feel goosebumps rise on my shoulders.
"Come here." Zuko's voice is soft but steady. I scoot over to his side and he wraps one arm around me, resting his head against mine. We sit in silence for a while and he lazily rubs his fingertips up and down my arm.
"What a day, huh," he says.
"I'm sad I hurt Aang," I tell him. "But I'm glad everyone knows. I'm glad I get to hold hands with you in public, like Suki and Sokka. It's nice." I find his hand under the water and lace our fingers together.
"Do you think we'll become a couple like that, all over each other all the time?"
"Maybe." I look up at him and rest a hand on his face. I lean up and he pulls me closer to kiss me. His lips are soft and slightly damp. When he pulls away, I feel myself pout. He chuckles softly and pulls me in again. This kiss is longer and I run my hand through his hair, pulling him closer. The tip of his tongue runs along my bottom lip and I open my mouth a little to give him access. The water around us gets hotter and I lean away from him.
"Ow Zuko are you doing that?" I again cool down the water. Zuko looks around at the water.
"Oh, I'm sorry Tara. I didn't realize. Sometimes I get too hot, when I get… uh, hot." He's mumbling, clearly embarrassed.
"Come on," I say, standing and climbing out of the tub. Zuko follows and I bend the water off us. We each grab towels, covering ourselves. I blow out the lantern and walk into his bedroom. He walks over to his wardrobe and puts on pyjamas, giving me a too quick view of his muscular back and ass. He grabs a sleep tunic and hands it to me. I let my towel fall and he turns his head, a true gentleman. I slip the tunic over my head and walk over to his, sitting on the edge.
"So…" I say, trying to fill the silence. Zuko saunters over, standing in front of me.
"So?" he questions, raising an eyebrow. He smirks and puts his hand under my chin, bringing my face to meet his. I wrap my arms around his shoulders and kiss him deeply. His free hand rests on my waist and I arch my back against his chest. He pulls away slightly to whisper in my ear.
"I thought you said we were taking it slow."
"Who said that? Not me. Why would I want to move slowly when I have a hot boyfriend like you?" He chuckles and shakes his head at me. He searches my face and I nod. After a moment he's kissing me again, both his hands on my waist, pulling me against him, lifting me off his bed. He kisses me hard, his tongue roaming my mouth, and I groan. I tighten my grip on his back, standing on my very tip toes dying to get close as possible to him.
He lowers his hands, grabbing my hips. This move pulls me off the ground and I wrap one leg around one of his, trying to keep balance. Zuko leans down slightly to grab my thighs and lift me up. I wrap my legs around his waist and he turns and takes a few steps. I gasp when I feel the wall against my back. When I break the kiss, Zuko turns his attention to my neck. I let out a sigh and feel him smirk into my neck.
He licks and suckles my neck, finding a particularly sensitive part, right below my ear. I gasp as he sucks harder, definitely leaving a mark but I don't care. I arch into him, shifting my hips and looking for friction. Zuko figures me out, pulling my hips towards him. I can feel his member getting harder and I moan.
"Ahh, Zuko." He leans up to my ear.
"What do you want Tara?" He whispers, his breath leaving goosebumps on my skin. He nibbles on my ear lobe and I forget how to speak.
"Hm? What was that?" He teases.
"More," I choke out. "I want more." I grab him by his hair and pull his mouth to mine, successfully getting a groan out of him. Zuko grinds his hips into me, his hard length feeling delicious. He wraps his arms around my thighs and carries me to his bed, laying me down. He lowers himself over me, using his elbows to hold him up. I look up at him, our chests heaving. Zuko brushes a stray hair out of my face and kisses me gently.
"Zuko," I say sternly. "I said more, not less."
"I know, I'm just giving you a chance to think it over." Sometimes I can't believe how truly kind he is, how I could've ever hated him.
"I'm sure, I promise." He searches my face once more, before continuing. He pulls back to take off his shirt and I marvel at his muscular stomach, the trail of soft black hair leading to his waistband. I run my fingers over his abs and hips, earning a shudder. He smashes his mouth against mine, taking control. His hands rest on my thighs, a finger playing with the hem of the tunic. One hand finds its way under the top, creeping up my leg. My hips buck up involuntarily. Zuko's fingers brush the hairs on my core and I groan. He quickly pulls his hand away, moving higher to grab my hip.
"Quit teasing me," I whine, pulling the tunic off myself and reaching for his pants. He grabs my wrist to stop me.
"I want to focus on you, okay?" He asks. He kisses me quickly and moves his mouth to my neck. One hand moves along my hip, up my stomach to cup my breast. He runs his thumb across my hardened nipple and I arch into his touch. He kisses down my chest and his mouth finds my other nipple. I gasp when his tongue flicks over it.
"Oh Spirits," I breathe. "I want you so bad." He looks up at me, his mouth never leaving my chest and I can see the devilishly grin in his eyes. He pushes my knees apart and settle between my thighs, moving lower and lower, sucking and licking down my stomach the skipping my mound to kiss the insides of my thighs.
"Mmm," he murmurs. "You're so wet babe. I can smell you." I can feel my face burning up but I don't care. I squirm underneath him. He parts my legs more and slides one finger between my folds. I buck my hips towards him, dying for more. He slips his finger into me and I gasp. He moves his finger in and out, painfully slowly. He makes eye contact with me, knowing how much I need him.
He adds another finger and uses his thumb to circle my bud. I roll my hips into his hand, needing release. Zuko adds a third finger, moving faster. He dips his head down to suckle my clit and I let out a deep moan. I grab his hair, holding him against me.
"AAH, Zuko!" I moan. "I'm, I'm gonna ah AH!" I cry out as I orgasm, my body shaking. Zuko slowly pulls his fingers out and I whimper at the loss. I watch him through half lidded eyes as he brings his hand to his mouth, licking my wetness from his fingers.
Zuko leans back on his knees, admiring his handiwork. I spy his obvious erection and lick my lips subconsciously. He follows my gaze and even in the dark room, I see him blush.
"We can stop right now," he tells me. "if you want. I wouldn't be angry."
"I don't want to stop." I sit up and kiss him, tasting myself. I run my hands down his chest until I reach his waistband. He watches me carefully, biting his lip. I dip my hand into his pants, feeling his member. I wrap my hand around him, not quite reaching around the thickness. I stroke him softly and am surprised by the feeling. I know they get hard, but I suppose it's different when you're er- face to face so to speak.
Zuko pulls my hand away and stands quickly, yanking off his pants. He grabs my legs, pulling me to the edge of the bed and kissing my hard. He reaches down to angle himself towards my opening, checking my face once more before sliding in. I gasp, still not used to the size. His hands lift my thighs around his hips and I wrap my arms around his shoulders, my fingers tangling in his hair.
"Oh Tara," he mutters. "You're so fucking wet." He pulls out and thrusts back in, again and again. He leans down to suck on my neck as he fucks me, slowly at first but I can tell he's trying not to lose control.
"Just let go," I tell him. He looks me in the eye and nods curtly.
"Get up." I'm not sure what he's doing, but I do as he says. "Turn around and bend over." I follow directions, kind of nervous about how he's viewing me, but not worried. I feel his cock against my ass and he leans over me, kissing my back. I feel him spread my legs and slowly enter me. He moans, loudly. He feels even bigger at this angle and I wriggle my hips, feeling myself getting closer to a second orgasm. He pumps in and out, his hands gripping my hips so hard I know he'll leave bruises.
"Oh fuck oh fuck! Katara!" his voice is like a growl and a pang of desire runs through my stomach. He reaches around to rub my bud and I could explode. He pushes one of my knees up onto the bed, slamming into me.
"Spirits!" I whimper, biting my lip to keep from screaming. I feel a quick pain and hear a sharp slap as he spanks me. I'm shocked but the pain feels incredible.
"Do that again," I gasp. Zuko spanks me again, and again. When I arch my back, his cock hits something inside me and I can't help but yell out.
"FUCK! Right there, please!" He grips my hips to hold me just right, thrusting faster and faster, the sound of sweaty skin against skin filling the room. He finds my clit once more and when his finger brushes it, I see stars.
"AAHH ZUKO!" I scream. I clench around him, riding out my climax.
"Katara, I'm gonna come." He pulls out fast, finishing himself off with his hand, coming on my ass and back. He grabs one of the towels from the bathroom and cleans me off. I crawl towards the pillows, watching him as he blows out the lantern. He climbs into bed with me, holding me close to his side. I'm drifting off to sleep but before I slip into unconsciousness I swear I hear him whisper.
"I love you Tara, you know that right?"