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A/N:
Uhhh. So this drabble kind of puts a couple of toes in the 'M' area. It's not bad or scandalous or anything, it's just Zuko thinking like a guy.
Fun fact: This was the original ending to Forty Weeks, but I ended up changing it for many reasons, sadly. Thankfully I get to use it here, and it fits a lot better coming from Zuko's POV anyway. So yay!
Penultimate drabble. *sniffle*
SEVEN MONTHS LATER
Euphoria.
Total euphoria.
He was sweaty and tired, and his whole body felt hazy with pleasure, and he was pretty sure the guards outside were going to tell everyone about how loud he and Katara had been, but holy fucking shit had this been better than anything his sixteen year old self had dreamed up—
Holy.
Fucking.
Shit.
He was on his back, chest heaving, staring at the ceiling and he felt, well, not smug, but just… He felt pretty damn good.
Then she started giggling.
He turned his head to the side to find Katara watching him, laughing. She paused, bit her bottom lip, and then fell into another fit of giggling.
He blinked. "That's not normally the reaction I get."
This only seemed to make her laugh even harder. "No, no," she gasped, feebly pushing against his shoulder. "I'm not—" giggle "—laughing because of—" giggle "—that." She took a deep breath in an attempt to calm herself. "I'm laughing because…you see…" She let out another howl of laughter, and this time she yanked the silk sheet up over her head so that he couldn't see her.
Zuko felt his ego deflate. Grumbling, he turned his head to face the ceiling again and crossed his arms over his chest. He tried not to feel dejected, but he couldn't help it. He started to run over what they had just done in his mind to see if he'd done anything wrong.
Wait.
Maybe she had faked it? Maybe the act hadn't lasted long enough for her? Maybe he didn't compare to Aang? Oh god please Agni, fuck no anything other than—
Shit.
Katara popped up from under the sheet, a wide grin on her face, hair in a wild state of disarray. For a moment he forgot his doubts because she just looked so stunning. And happy. He didn't think he'd ever seen her quite this happy before.
That made him feel a little bit better.
"It's just," she began, slightly breathless, "it's just, it didn't feel like I was having sex with my brother!"
Zuko blinked.
Horrified.
Flabbergasted.
That's how he felt.
Horrified and flabbergasted.
"W-What?"
She beamed at him, too elated to notice that he was entering into shock. "Aang and I…well I mean it was never like… It was weird. But this," she gestured to them both, "was just really, really great."
She sat up and leaned back against the headboard, letting the sheet fall away from her naked torso.
He forgot everything, basically. Except her body, which he'd never get tired of looking at.
"You're staring."
He forced himself to look at her face. She looked smug.
She reached out and trailed her soft fingertips along his scar. Her expression softened, and he felt his heartbeat speed up. He thought that she was going to say something sentimental, because it was so like Katara to turn the moment into something sappy (which he didn't really mind).
Instead she smirked and flicked his forehead. "Again?"