Chapter 11: Back to the start
We got there in a couple of hours. We had packed war clothes and were ready for the artic weather. As soon as we landed people crowded around us. I knew most of the faces but some were new to me. My dad came out of the crowd. I rushed to him and gave him a hug. Sokka did the same. Everyone was cheering and yelling as we all walked through the crowed to what use to be my house (a tent made out of skins).
"I was beginning to worry," my dad said while glancing over his shoulder at Sokka and me.
"Sorry dad," I said, probably sounding kind of embarrassed.
"It's okay," he said, "I never wanted to rush you." He gave us a warm welcoming smile as we piled into the tent. We talked and laughed and told stories of our lives. Well mostly Sokka and me. The others were either shy or embarrassed to talk about their lives.
Even though it was a lot warmer inside the tent then out I still felt kind of chilly, so I huddled next to Zuko. His arm was tightly around me and so was part of his coat. My dad eyed me suspiciously a couple of times until I had the guts to explain that I had broke up with Aang and that me and Zuko were now together.
Sokka decided to take advantage of this topic and make fun of us, but my dad did want to joke about it.
The only words that left my dads mouth were, "Just try not too go over board and do something you'll regret and if you do something like that just admit it before it's too late." Those words scared me. Regret. That word echoed in my mind. I wanted to ask my dad what he meant, but Sokka had already moved on to the subject of "food at the air temple."
I looked up at Zuko. He looked a bit worried, but that's how he always looked when he was thinking about something important. I didn't know if it had anything to do with the subject of "regret" but if it did we were both on the same page. After that subject came up both of us barley said a word.
This was hitting me in a place it hurt and it was hitting me hard. That night Zuko came into my tent. It was about time. I'd been waiting for this for the past two weeks. But first we needed to talk.
"Hey," I said and then got down to business, "You know what my dad said today. Well he said almost the same thing in my dream and …" Zuko cut me off with a kiss on my chappy lips.
(Lemon scene. This one isn't very bad and I suggest you read it to get the story better.)
"Shhh," he whispered, "we'll talk about this later. I promise." Okay maybe talking can wait. Lets have a little fun first. This time we decided to keep the lights on (we didn't talk about it or anything just neither of us turned it off). I relaxed my body and slowly lost control of it. I pulled Zuko's jacket and shirt. Zuko was about to pull my dress off when we heard footsteps outside. We both froze. Our lips were still touching.
(End of lemon scene)
Sokka walked in and his mouth dropped open. I was glad it wasn't my dad, but then again Sokka's bad enough.
"What are you too doing?" he stuttered. Gee I wonder isn't it obvious enough. I had a sudden urge to get it up, throw Sokka out and continue my night, but what would that do.