Angry No More
Rating NC-17
Ok you Zutara fans have spoken, but since so many also wanted some Jun/Zuko lovin I'll post the Jun/Zuko (dirty parts) in another post tomorrow. Just so we're all clear—tomorrow's post will NOT be chapter 5. It will be the Junko lemony action a lot of you requested, so if you're totally Zutara and do not want to see Jun & Zuko 'do it' just don't read the next post. Ok? Anyhoo, I'll be posting the actual chapter 5 in a few days. Everyone got it. Good. :)
Oh and I especially wanted to say thanks to all of you who took the time to review. You guys ROCK! It made my day to see the response that last part got. WOW! Thank you again. :)
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Chapter 4
Zutara version: But there is a *Warning* here... this chapter does still have some Zuko/Jun action in it because they were already there last chapter and to change it would be silly. Ok? Ok.
Upstairs:
Jun was stunned at having him turn the tables on her so quickly. She suddenly felt like the hunted—not the hunter. "So are you going to heat that water up?" she asked breathlessly, taking a step back as Zuko crowded her against the tub.
He pressed even closer, letting his muscled chest brush her coral tipped breasts as he reached around her, put his fist in the water and fired up the water. Steam rose and he sighed. His leaned down and his lips brushed her ear. "There you go," he whispered.
Jun placed her palms flat against his chest. He was freaking her out with his sudden show of dominant behavior. She was supposed to be the aggressor, not him! "Okay big guy—uh—thanks," she said taking a few more steps back.
Stalking after her like a saber-toothed-moose-lion, Zuko easily slipped into the role of predator. He'd had enough experience stalking the Avatar—Jun was a far more attractive prize! He snaked one arm around her small waist and dragged her back towards him until they were pressed firmly against each other thigh to chest. "Are you scared of me?" he asked softly, raising the brow over his un-scarred eye.
Her jaw hung for a second before she snapped it closed and scowled. She wasn't, but his total about face from nervous youth to seductive man had her reeling, but Jun hadn't gotten where she was by being timid either. "Dream on, sweet-cheeks," she said breezily, but Zuko could feel her heart pounding like a run-away sky-bison. Jun saw the smirk that drew one side of his sensual lips up and spun out of his embrace. "Okay, quit crowding me or I'm getting my whip and then we'll see who's scared!" she snapped. When he simply laughed at her threat and tried to grab for her again she stumbled back and with far less grace than normal she tripped over her own feet. The backs of her knees hit the rim of the tub and she fell, arms wind-milling as she tried to find something to grab hold of to stop her fall. "Aaargghh!" she cried as she fell, landing ingloriously into the full tub with a loud splash.
Zuko bent over laughing as she came up out of the water looking like a drowned mink-rat. She was gasping for breath and waves of hot water were still sloshing over the rim and onto the floor. He watched her push her sopping wet hair out of her eyes and grinned cockily, golden eyes dancing with mirth as he met her outraged gaze. "I'll take that as a yes," he teased, his smile widening when she gave a short little scream of rage.
Jun glared up at him wishing in that moment that she actually did have her whip in hand! He was acting like a cave-man and while in the sack that might be a turn on, right now it was seriously irritating! He chuckled again and Jun felt her anger melt away. His laughter was contagious as was his handsomeness when he smiled and suddenly she too saw the humor in the situation. "Fine, giggle all you want," she said with a smirk, settling back into the tub, with a shrug, "just as long as you giggle your way over here and wash my back," she teased, giving him a saucy wink before putting one foot on the rim of the tub. The pose drew Zuko's attention to her marvelously toned legs and his eyes hungrily traveled the length of her firm thighs and shapely calves. His pants grew uncomfortably tight and he had to restrain himself from adjusting himself in an effort to ease the ache there. Jun's smile broadened as she noticed his rather impressive bulge.
She was tired of waiting—she wanted him now. Her manner turned no-nonsense very quickly. "Look, we can play cat and rabbit-mouse all night, but…" Jun picked up a vial of the scented oils that sat along side the tub and poured some of the jasmine one onto her palm, "you want me almost as bad as I want you…" she said, rubbing her hands along her arms, up her shoulders and down her chest. He nodded in agreement, his eyes focusing on her hands and the turgid pink nipples that peeked just above the water. She kept her eyes on him as she sat forward, baring her full breasts to him. His breathing became ragged as she cupped the ripe mounds and began to massage the fragrant oil into them, swirling her fingers around her nipples over and over until his strangled groan echoed loudly in the silence of the steamy little room. Now it was her turn to grin. "I think we're both through playing games, right?" He could only nod since his eyes were still glued to her breasts. She nodded. "Good, then get your sexy ass over and here and in this tub," she demanded breathlessly. To seal the deal she placed her other foot on the other side of the tub, spread her legs wide and began to rub the jasmine oil along her inner thighs—getting ever closer to the dark nest of curls that shielded the place she needed him most.
When her fingers reached her woman-hood, Zuko's body went into over-drive. "Sweet Agni," he breathed, his body flaring to life as lust rushed through his veins and settled in his groin. He was painfully hard and this time he had no choice but to readjust his pants as his erection swelled to the point where he thought he might burst and embarrass himself. Her words finally penetrated his foggy mind and with a start Zuko realized she was still waiting for him. He didn't need to be told twice. Jun watched avidly as he undid the drawstring on his black pants and pushed them down his lean hips and thighs, finally answering the 'sock or no sock' question.
She licked her lips at how well put together he was. "Oh goody, definitely not a sock," she said with a wicked smile, admiring the length and size of his package.
Zuko felt a smile tug at his lips. He knew he had a good body—all the training he did assured him of that, but it was a turn on to see the lust in her eyes as she ogled his leanly muscled physique. He flashed an arrogant smirk at her as he kicked his pants aside. "Definitely not," he agreed, stepping into the tub. She scooted forward and he slipped in behind her, stretching his legs out on either side of hers. Jun leaned back and he wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her against his chest. His palms slid up her belly to cup her breasts and he gave a little growl at the feel of her skin. She was as slippery as an otter-eel thanks to the water and oils she'd used and Zuko growled softly as her firm rear end nudged the head of his swollen sex. He pumped his hips forward, rubbing the velvety smooth tip of his penis against the rounded cheeks of her ass. "Keep doing that," he warned, placing a wet kiss on the side of her neck, "and you won't get that backrub."
Jun let her head tip forward, giving him better access to her flesh. "Keep doing that," she replied with a satisfied sigh, "and I won't care…"
A surprised laugh burst out of him. She had spunk—he liked that. He grabbed the bottle of oil she'd used earlier and poured some onto her breasts. He just had to know if they felt as good as she looked rubbing them a minute ago. His large hands palmed the twin globes and he squeezed them gently, enjoying her soft moan of pleasure. He nibbled at the spot where her shoulder met her throat as he slid his fingers inward, seeking out her incredible nipples. Jun shuddered in his arms and he bit down on her soft flesh, alternating between hard sucks and soft nibbles as he rolled, tugged and tweaked the coral tips of her breasts until she was practically writhing in his lap—begging him to fuck her. He was more than willing to oblige…
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Downstairs, Katara was still trying to work up the nerve to execute 'Operation—save Zuko' when two men entered the Inn. They were haggard, dirty and reeked of whiskey. She wrinkled her nose a bit, but barely gave them a second glance until their conversation caught her attention.
"Can you believe the nerve of the Fire Nation scum? Declaring himself a King! Fucking crazy son-of-a-bitch!" The man spat on the ground. "There," he waved a hand at his spittle, "that's what I think of the new 'Phoenix King'!"
"Yeah," the taller, more burly of the two agreed with a growl, "and to declare that crazy she wolf-bat of a daughter the new Fire Lord?" The man shook his head, "Fucking crazy—the whole damned lot of em!"
Katara froze. Had Ozai gotten a hold of Aang? Was that why the young Avatar had disappeared? Hurriedly, Katara made her way over to the men. "Excuse me, I couldn't help but overhear you—did you say Ozai—Fire Lord Ozai," she clarified.
"Ain't calling himself Fire Lord any more, honey," the shorter man said, giving Katara a mini-leer.
Katara backed up a step—not liking the way the man looked at her. The older and larger man elbowed his friend. "Hey, can't you see she's too young for you!" he growled. The man took his hat off. "Sorry for my friend here. We've been on the front lines of this war for so long, I guess he's forgotten how to act around the ladies," he excused, obviously embarrassed.
Katara flushed, but gave the man a grateful smile. "Apology accepted, but what were you saying about Fire Lord Ozai and Azula?"
The man went on to explain how Ozai had deemed himself supreme ruler and had even changed his title from 'Fire Lord' to 'Phoenix King'.
"When did this happen?" Katara asked, alarmed now. The suspicion that Ozai or Azula had done something to Aang was getting worse and worse.
"Earlier today," the larger of the two said, "we got the news about an hour ago."
Katara thanked him and dazedly headed for the stairs. The irony that she'd been trying to find a way to get Zuko out of Jun's bed and now a viable reason to do just that didn't escape her, but the thought that Aang could be in Ozai or Azula's hands wasn't the situation she'd had ever asked for to make it happen—that's for sure. She could only pray to Yue that Aang was okay. Katara charged up the steps to Zuko's room. This time there was no hesitation. They needed Jun to search for Aang and they didn't have the luxury of time for her to romp around a bed with Zuko anymore. Katara couldn't help the relief she felt at that—she only hoped the price of her relief wasn't going to be too high.
"Oh Tui—please let Aang just be on a quest and not locked up in Ozai's dungeons or…" her thoughts ground to a halt. No, she wouldn't even go there. With a sick knot of dread, Katara quickened her pace, more urgently aware that she needed to get the gang together and figure out a plan. Zuko especially, because if anyone could tell them what Ozai was capable of—or what he might do next—it was Zuko. It was with that thought in mind that Katara flew up the last flight of stairs and headed for the room Jun had acquired for her night with the Fire Prince.
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Unaware of the turmoil outside the room, Zuko was exploring Jun's body with soft wet kisses, nimble fingers and a teenage boys hunger. "Can't wait anymore," he groaned softly.
"Then don't," Jun answered just as huskily.
Zuko gripped her hips, lifted her and then positioned her above his engorged sex. Her midnight eyes glittered with lust as he met her eyes heatedly and he paused to kiss her before lowering her down…They moaned in unison as the tip of his penis slid along her swollen core. He started to ease inside when suddenly there was a pounding on the door of the room.
The two (almost) lovers in the tub jumped at the racket coming from the other room. There was a brief thought to ignoring the ruckus, but it wasn't stopping and Zuko groaned in frustration and bit out a soft curse before he carefully moved Jun off his lap and beside him in the tub.
The bounty hunter wasn't so quiet. Her body was throbbing with sexual need and now she was being denied her prize. "You've got to be kidding me!" she snapped, not sure if she wanted to cry or kill the person knocking on the door—maybe both she thought waspishly.
The knocking suddenly ceased and Jun suggested they ignore it now that it had stopped. Zuko exhaled loudly and shoved his raging need aside—that had been some awfully loud knocking—even if their pest had went away, someone else was bound to show up to see what the problem was. Another sharp rap sounded on the door and Zuko made a move to get up. "They're not going away so it must be important," he said, "I better see who it is." Jun nodded, but it was obvious she was frustrated and upset—Zuko could relate. He brushed his lips across her and smiled encouragingly. "Don't get up—we're not finished here," he told her. Then he heated up the water again before getting out of the tub. He grabbed one of the fluffy towels that hung near the tub and wrapped it around his waist. He groaned as the fabric brushed his erection—that actually hurt. He glanced down and rolled his eyes as he noticed his hard on tented the towel.
"Great," he muttered, "now I get to be embarrassed as well as frustrated!"
Jun chuckled. "From where I'm sitting that's a pretty impressive package handsome—why be embarrassed?" she teased.
Zuko chuckled. "Why indeed? It'd serve em right to get an eye-full for interrupting," he said with a wicked gleam in his golden eyes.
Jun leaned back in the tub, her eyes roaming his body. "Just go see who it is and if it isn't life or death make them go away and hurry back," she demanded, closing her eyes in an effort to relax. Her body was humming with sexual tension and she wanted nothing more than to climb back aboard Zuko's joy-stick and ride him for the rest of the night.
He nodded. "I'll be right back," he said softly before walking out of the bathing room to confront the person who was once again pounding on the door like some kind of rabid Hyena-hare!
Jun watched him go, sighing as her eyes took in the broad shoulders and strong muscular back that tapered into slim hips and lean muscular thighs. 'La, he is a tasty treat,' she thought. She sighed when finally the awful racket stopped again and Jun hoped he'd come back soon. "I swear," she muttered under her breath, "the damned Fire Lord himself had better be raiding the place or I just might kill whoever that is!"
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With only the towel wrapped around his hips, Zuko stomped to the door fully intending to give the person knocking a piece of his mind. At least his raging lust had simmered down a bit and he wasn't going to be opening up the door with a hard on anymore! He grabbed the handle and yanked open the door, but his irate demand to know why he was being disturbed died on his lips when he saw who it was knocking. His eyes widened and his jaw dropped. 'What the hell?' was all he could think.
Katara looked just as stunned as she stood at the threshold, arm raised to knock again. She was flushed and a little out of breath and the weak smile she tried to give him faded fast when her eyes dropped and she suddenly got a clear look at his attire—or lack thereof. She gasped and her eyes nearly popped from her head as they traveled over his nearly nude body. Her mouth formed an O and she stared, ogled really, at the sight of Zuko so scantily clad. "Oh…" she breathed as her gaze roamed over his hard chest to his flat belly before it became riveted on the very sexy line of wet hair that traveled from his navel downward. It looked so soft. Was it as downy smooth as it looked? Without intending to, she reached out as if intending to find out…
Zuko sucked in a sharp breath when her hand moved towards his belly. What in the hell is she doing? His belly clenched and he stepped back, stunned at how fast he was getting hard again. "Katara?" he said, snapping them both back to reality.
As if realizing what she had almost done, she made a small *eep* sound before firmly clasping her hands together—making sure they kept to themselves. She flushed a fiery shade of red and the silence stretched until it was painfully awkward. Zuko was pissed that she was tormenting him like this and Katara was angry at him for making her feel all these confused and conflicting emotions! Embarrassment warred simultaneously with anger in the Water-bender and it was a toss up as to which she felt more, but Katara finally settled on anger. It was safer. She found her voice at last. "Um…sorry to interrupt your evening…but I need to talk to you," she said, her voice was laced with such hostility that Zuko felt like he'd been caught in the act of something despicable, like slaughtering baby zebra-seal pups or something like that!
He leaned around her and Katara gasped as the damp flesh of his chest accidentally brushed her cheek when he peered down the hall to see if anyone had noticed her coming to his room—he was surprised the whole Inn wasn't up here, she'd made such a racket! He gave a sigh of relief when he realized the coast was clear before he grabbed her by the wrist and yanked her into the room before anyone did come up to investigate and spotted her. As soon as he shut the door, he let go of her and hissed, "What are you doing here?"
Katara tried to avert her eyes from his body, but they wouldn't seem to cooperate and she blushed even further. Her eyes went to her feet, staring at them intently as if the answer to defeating Ozai was written there. "Could you at least go put some clothes on first?" she said with as much dignity as she could muster. "It's kind of hard to talk to you when you're like…that!"
"Like what?" he taunted. Zuko crossed his arms over his sculpted chest and quirked a challenging brow at her. "You came to my room, remember? So, I'm sorry if I'm not dressed to your liking," he fired back, getting angry himself now.
If only he knew he was dressed exactly like she wanted, but she couldn't say that so she took a deep breath and mumbled a grudging apology. "I'm sorry," she said again. "But I really have to talk to you—it's important and I didn't come here to fight with you," she added softly, finally raising those big blue eyes to his face.
He sighed. Those eyes of hers could make him melt and this time was no different. Shrugging off his embarrassment at having her here when he had been about to 'do it' with Jun, Zuko accepted her apology with as much grace as he could considering how he was totally freaked out with this strange turn of events. "So…" he nudged, trying to get her to talk so that he could also get her out of here before either Jun came out or she was discovered here in his room.
She was about to explain why she'd interrupted his 'skeaze-party' when her gaze got snagged by a droplet of water that was making it's way down his pectoral muscle. Katara couldn't seem to look away from that little bead—lucky little water drop, she thought.
He ran a hand through his damp, shaggy hair, still waiting for her to explain herself, but when she didn't say anything more he snorted softly and waved a hand in front of her face. "Katara?"
She jumped slightly and her head snapped up. "What?" she asked breathlessly.
He gave a dramatic eye roll. What in the name of Agni is wrong with her? "I'm still waiting for you to tell what you're doing here," he reminded her, a scowl darkening his handsome features.
He looked so put out, it triggered her own temper again and the last traces of her embarrassment fled. "I told you already!" she snapped, "I have something important to tell you—weren't you listening?" He glared and said something under his breath about girls being crazy. Katara's eyes blazed with blue fire at that. "Yeah and guys are jerks—welcome to the real world, Prince Zuko." She gave him a far too sweet smile (considering how mad she was) and he stepped back as if expecting her to attack him, but she simply shrugged and added, "Now could you please get dressed if I wanted to be treated to a strip show I'd be tossing a few coins at your feet by now!"
He growled at that comment and decided the last thing he wanted to do was spend any more time with her at the moment. "Can't this wait?" He waved a hand back towards the bathroom, "I'm—" He paused, searching for the right words, "a little busy," he finally said with a smirk. He was pleased to see his remark strike a chord and her face flamed a rosy pink. His smirk widened until he was actually smiling.
Her eyes narrowed. Yeah, she could see that and Katara wanted to smack the smile right off his face—she might have too if it wasn't such a sexy smile that it made her breath catch in her throat. Zuko rarely smiled, but seeing his grin Katara realized just how handsome he could be when he did. She pushed those thoughts away and her chin went up. "No," she replied mulishly, crossing her arms to keep from either shaking him or copping a feel—either sounded pretty good at this point. She realized she looked like a jealous shrew, but frankly she didn't care anymore. She honestly had a legitimate reason to break up his little party and she wasn't backing down. "Sorry if it's inconvenient, but you need to tell your 'friend' that the rutting will have to wait!" she spat. His face darkened, turning a deep shade of angry red and he looked like he was about to explode. Katara blew out a frustrated breath, just barely keeping herself from stomping her foot. "Seriously Zuko, I know this is weird, but I really need to talk to you and you can't tell me that having sex with the 'cougar-fox' in there is more important than finding Aang and saving the world from your father!"
That got his attention and his sucked in a sharp breath. "What about my father?" he demanded harshly.
Pleased to see she'd finally gotten through to him, Katara told him everything she'd heard downstairs. Zuko was nodding his head before she finished. "You're right this can't wait," he said. "Just give me a minute and I'll meet you downstairs."
"No," Katara said, forcing herself not to do a little water-tribe dance of joy at (hopefully) having stopped him from having sex with the she-devil who (thankfully) had decided to stay in the bathing room during this embarrassing confrontation. "Just get dressed and meet me in me and Toph's room. I'll get Sokka and Suki."
"Fine," Zuko agreed, opening the door for her. Once again he peered down the hall to make sure no one was in sight. "Okay, hurry up and get out of here before someone sees you," he said, taking her by the shoulders and practically shoving her out the door.
Katara pulled herself out of his grasp and spun back around to face him. He gritted his teeth and told her to hurry up. Katara crossed her arms and met his gaze head on. "What? It's okay for the world to know you're up here doing Tui only knows to the 'Leather-Queen' but spirits help you if someone should see me in your room!" Was she really that unattractive to him? She bit her lip as it started to tremble at that thought. "What am I—repulsive or something? Would it really embarrass you that bad for someone to see you with me?" she asked him softly.
Zuko gaped at her in shock. Where on earth did she get that idea? "Agni, help me!" he groaned, running a hand down his face. "Have you lost your mind? I never said any of that!"
"Whatever! Like I even care what you think!" Katara spat, not sure if she wanted to hit him or cry. "I'll see you in a few minutes," she said before spinning on her heel and stomping off down the hallway.
He watched her go for a second before shutting the door with a soft click. Zuko scratched his head as he went over that last part of the conversation. He still didn't see where she'd gotten the idea that he found her unattractive, if anything it was the exact opposite. He found her too attractive and it made him tense and frustrated constantly. And he certainly wasn't embarrassed to be seen with her either. He was concerned for her reputation not his own, didn't she understand that? He sighed and no matter what she'd just said, Zuko suddenly knew she did care. It was a revelation—an exciting one and definitely one he wanted to explore, but not here and not like this.
He looked towards the doorway to the bathing room. Great, now he had to tell Jun he was going to be delayed a lot longer than he'd thought—maybe indefinitely. He winced at what her reaction to that might be and sighed, hoping she'd react with less heat than Katara, but Zuko doubted he'd get that lucky.
As he headed to the bathroom, Zuko couldn't help but wonder to himself if it was something about him personally that drew the crazies like bees to honey or were all girls just insane half the time! Not that Katara was crazy, at least, not Azula crazy, but she did fly off that handle at him all the time, so maybe it was his problem. He sighed, either way, Jun had a temper to rival Katara's—this might not go well for him…
Ok, hope you liked it. I know Zuko is OOC somewhat and much more comfortable with girls here than on the show, but IMO he grew so much on the show, especially after the gang accepted him and Katara forgave him, that I think he could've been a lot more confident at this point. So I decided to make it so. (mwuhaha)
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