Chapter 36

A New Beginning

A couple of years pass by and there isn't a mention of Azula anymore, Katara and Aang have waited a year before eloping and finally did the following year. Zuko and Mai have successfully split up while Toph, Sokka and Suki have moved on from the palace making their own lives the best way they can. Katara and Aang reside in the beautiful, clean comforts of the Western Air Temple and frequently visits her tribe from time to time. Katara has grown more attached to Aang and is considering having a family with him.

Katara broke her fast with creamy, whipped cakes, some fruit and nuts and sip of tea using the recipes Iroh bequeathed to her more than a year ago. Along the poolside, she saw silver lined fish jetting within the clear waters and watched as Aang smoothed his staff with a sharp tool and some kind of muddy liquid. His staff now bore the symbol of water and air and he stood proud with back upright, hair low cut making him more handsome day by day.

But still…

"Aang?" She said. Aang kept shining and smoothing his staff. "Aang?"

Aang finally turned around and flashed the new and improved staff before her. "Impressive isn't it?"

It amazes her everyday how much he has changed. His voice was so deep and he was bigger. Their lovemaking that morning was sweet and gentle, not wild and furious like on their first night. Aang was more eager than she while they consummated their marriage and it satisfied him more than she. However today he had her climbing walls.

"I got a letter from Sokka and Suki," she produced a parchment from beside her. Aang kissed her longingly on her lips and took the letter.

"Seems like Sokka and Suki are expecting. That's nice!" He kissed Katara again and started to move away rubbing his staff.

"Aang, aren't you thinking of going there?"

"Just because they're having a baby?" Aang placed more mud crap on his staff making Katara angry. "There. Look at it! Our own staff Katara! When I set it here at the entrance of our very own kingdom people will recognize us."

Katara stood up from her table of food and flipped her hair back. It no longer touched her buttocks, but grazed the middle of her back since she cut it.

"It's my brother, Aang. We can celebrate with them or they can come here. We have so much room!" Katara said excited. For too long it has just been her, Aang, and the fish he was okay with that. Usually he went away on rescues missions and left her, but she understood a man needs to be left alone at times.

Aang came back and cupped her chin. He was used to getting his way when he kissed her and touched her like he was now, pawning her breasts, kissing her collarbone and grinding himself against her.

"We can see them soon. Just not now," he whispered to Katara. She pushed him.

"That's not fair! I want to see them. It has been two years!"

"Then I will write them and tell them to come here. Problem solved." He kissed her forehead grabbed his staff and pumped the glider up, it flew out like the great wings of a blue bird.

"Appa!" He called. Aapa appeared above them, landed near Aang.

"Where are we going?" Katara said.

"I'll be right back. We need more food and materials for bedding." Aang hopped on Appa ignoring Katara's protests. He left into the sky.

"Damn him!" Katara stamped and trashed food and bowls, and caused such a stir she hadn't noticed a huge tidal wave forming around her.

She saw her hands bubbled with loads of water and looked around as the lowest clouds spun about her giving up their moisture, the grass had also unwillingly gave up water. Realizing what she was doing, she paused, took a breath and relaxed. The waves fell.

Aang was not bad, she considered, just happy to be alone with her and way from people. Perhaps he has grown too comfortable with their own private heaven.

Cleaning up, she decided she will write Sokka herself.

II

Back at the Fire Nation Palace

With not a care in the world, Zuko allowed the interesting blonde and brunette to dance and twirl their long bodies before him. He drank some intoxicating stuff, called Barley his uncle Iroh warned Zuko not to drink too much of it or it will cloud his judgment.

But every night for the last ten months Zuko has grown fond of the drink. The women, some young some older kissed his lips and placed theirs all over his body. ALL over and it felt good! They ran their hands through his hair and said he was most beautiful.

They heard how he was an absolute beast in the bedroom and wanted him to show them how wild he really was. He was about to take two of them to his room when a loud knock sounded on his door.

"I'm busy!" He demanded, hoping it wasn't his mother or Maxim again about some dumb mishap in the world they think he needed to fix. That's what The Avatar was for.

"Firelord Zuko, a letter has arrived."

"I don't care about letters!" Zuko said as the girls laughed, giggling. One of them whispered a passionate promise to him and he agreed he can do it.

"I'll slip it through."

"Your servants are quite pushy, are they not?" said the golden haired beauty with large brown eyes.

Zuko slapped her behind and got up to retrieve the parchment. He saw it was signed by Sokka and Suki, he skimmed the page. A child is on the way. Here he was languishing in fantasies.

Oh well…

He crooked his finger at the half clad brunette and blonde and they followed him to his room.

For this round he would need all the energy he could muster.

He tossed the parchment to the ground and closed his room door…

A/N: Okay, so where is the Zutara heat? I wanted to start off this book from the beginning of Aang and Katara and wanted foul play to happen before they hook up. So stay tuned for the reunion of everyone.