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Teashop
He heaved a sigh while drying his forehead with the back of his hand. The other still held the broom he used after finishing the sweeping, and now he rather just leaned on it than doing anything else…
It was another long day in the teashop, but… His eyes slowly wandered to the side, following the blue clothed waterbender. Times like this I don't mind it much… For some silent moments he let his eyes follow her swift moves as she cleaned up the tables, the way a single hair lock fell on her shoulder… the way her hips swayed as she made her steps to the other table as if she had made the moves of a special dance only for him…
Zuko let the edge of his lips curl upwards as he slowly closed the front door, turning the key in its place…
She blew out a big amount of breath as she reached the last table. Finally… She leaned on the table with a hand while the other wiped off it with a mop. And this is almost clean…
She let out a small gasp as two arms wrapped around her from behind, but she slowly let a smile come to her lips as she felt the familiar warm breath of her firebender on the back of her neck. Katara giggled lightly as he nuzzled her neck. "Zuko…"
"Mine." He purred before letting his lips trail upon the delicate skin of her neck, and a smirk came to his lips as she let out a moan in his arms. Whatever he had done wrong in his life before he must have paid for it already, because now she was the best thing in his life and she had chosen him. Of all people… the one with a scar upon his face.
The mop fell out of her hand long ago when she finally turned in her place to face him and for a moment they just held each other's gaze while their foreheads were pressed together. His golden eyes shone in the low light and her blue ones slowly lit up as they exchanged smiles.
Her arms were around his neck, his were upon her waist, but in the next moment - as their lips passionately collided – his hold moved to her hips, lifting her up and then she's on the table, while her legs were around him, and he leaned forward as she leaned backwards, when…
There's a strange cracking voice and their eyes popped open, because then one of the table's legs gave away, and he almost whirled on his heels to shift below her when they fell to the ground. He winced as his back hit the ground, and she lifted her weight off of him with widened eyes before his hands pulled her back. Then he smiled up at her like nothing had happened, and they found themselves laughing on the floor before their lips met again.
"I forgot this was the broken-legged table…" He murmured and she giggled again as he was kissing her neck, buttoning her uniform, while her fingers dug in his back… and then came his apron then his shirt and they slowly lost track of the world, because all that mattered… all they cared for was the other, the now and this feeling that they wanted to feel forever.
A/N: Ok, this is really short according to what u got accustomed to... but I just wanted to say that I'm alive, but my exams are starting again, soo... I'm a bit busy right now, sorry.
Till then, I'm uploading another story of mine - Unexpected - and once the exams are over I'll write more again, and continue the All I Need, and this short story collection too...
Leave me some encouraging words till the next time, plz!
