I've decided to skip the wedding itself, and go straight to the honeymoon. I'm sorry, I just so impatient... These are going to be a collection of moments throughout Zuko+Katara's honeymoon, where Zuko finds it just too dammed hard to control his hormones. If I were to make this a lemon chapter, there would be, like, six or seven lemons, and I'm not gonna do that. I'm not in a fruity mood today, srry.

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Disclaimer: Yeah, yeah... I don't own ATLA... DON'T RUB IT IN, DAMN YOU!

Katara fiddled nervously with her satin night robe, trying to calm her breath. It wasn't as if she'd never slept in the same bed as Zuko before. Heck, she'd even SLEPT with him on the ground by a lake. And not the close your eyes and dream kind of sleep, either. So what was she so worried about now?

"Hey, you commin to bed?" Zuko called in a gentle voice, already sitting on the edge of said bed. Katara turned around and blushed, seeing Zuko with silk pajama pants on, no t-shirt, and leaning back on the bed, looking at her with hungry eyes.

Zuko wanted her. And Katara knew it, too.

"Uh, yeah, um... I just gotta go get cleaned up." She murmured, hurrying into the bathroom. Zuko sighed and fell back onto the bed, running a hand roughly down his face. He could tell she was nervous, he just didn't understand why.

Katara took as much time as possible in the bathroom, hoping that Zuko would be asleep when she got out. Unluckily for her, it only took the girl fifteen minutes at her slowest, and when she was out, Zuko was awake. And entertaining himself with thoughts of Katara in a bikini and other skimpy outfits. Or, better yet, nothing on at all.

Katara walked slowly over to the bed, slipping into the covers and closing her eyes tightly. Zuko frowned and left for the bathroom to take a shower.

A few minutes later he was back out, a towel wrapped around his waist tightly as he climbed onto the bed, stalking towards Katara like a predator hunting it's prey. Feeling the weight shift in the bed, Katara peaked an eye open and gasped. Zuko looked like a cat, crawling over to her. She gulped, feeling a familiar pulsing in between her legs.

Zuko stopped right above her, weight resting on one hand while the other stroked her cheek. From this angle Katara got a nice view of Zuko's damp skin; droplets of water trickled down his well sculpted abs, all the way down to his...

Katara closed her eyes and felt his hand up her shirt, making her shiver with pleasure as he pulled at a nipple.

drool Zuko in a towel...drool

holds up an axe Look mommy! I ruined the moment!

Katara groaned and snuggled closer to Zuko, burrying her face against his chest and curling her legs around his waist. Stupid sun ruined everything. Her bending, her sleep. What else did it want!

"Heheh, come on Katara... it's time to wake up..." Zuko whispered gently, kissing her on the forehead. Of course, instead of getting up himself, he wrapped his arms around his wife's waist, pulling her closer and resting his chin on the top of her head.

Katara smiled, sighing happily. Yes, it was time to get up. And yes, they should get up. It was just that, right now, the bed and each other just seemed SO much more appealing, it would be impossible to say no to more rest! Just like when you try to say no to a little child who's giving you the puppy dog eyes. It's impossible.

Zuko was, however, now wide awake. He was just looking around the room, taking it in from every angle. This wasn't the first time he had stayed at this particular palace, but it was the first time he had ever stayed in this room. From the looks of it, the room had been specially designed for a couple of newlyweds. And Zuko planned to take full advantage of the room's... additions...

Sighing heavily, the young prince climbed out of bed, slipping on his black robe and strolling into the bathroom, closing the door behind him.

Katara blinked. Laying in a huge bed, all alone, wasn't as much fun. She whined, kicking her legs a bit, and pulling a pillow over her head. She didn't want to wake up yet... but... she was caked in sweat, and it smelled really, really bad.

Zuko walked out of the bathroom, now totally dressed, and laughed, seeing Katara throwing her little hissy-fit in the bed.

"Don't tell me there's someone else in there with you..." Zuko ran over and side jumped onto the bed, kind of like what you do when you're about to high-jump. He pulled the pillow off of Katara's head, playfully whacking it back at the top, simply to mess up her hair.

"Heyy!" Katara protested, reaching for her 'sunlight-shield'. "Gimme! Give it back! Ah! Hey! Zuko! Give! It! Back!" Katara was now jumping around on the bed with him, grasping for the pillow but always missing it as Zuko tugged it out of reach. She didn't even notice her state of dress. Or, rather, undress.

So, of course, Zuko was REALLY enjoying the show.

Katara fell back onto the bed, sitting up and crossing her arms with a childish "Humpf!" Zuko snickered and fell to his knees, tossing the pillow off of the bed and pulling Katara into his arms.

"Mmm... Tara?"

"?"

"It's perfectly fine with me if you want to stay this way for the rest of the day, but... otherwise, you might want to get dressed..."

Katara looked down and paled, the fact taking a minute to register. And when it did, she screamed. And she screamed loud.

"Pervert!" She cried, rushing into the bathroom.

"What did I do!" Zuko laughed, clutching his stomach. If Katara was anything, it definately wasn't boring.

"You could've told me sooner..." Katara's voice was muffled through the oak door, and Zuko chuckled, walking right into the room.

"But then I wouldn't get to see you jump up and down on the bed butt naked..." Zuko reasoned, grinning.

"OUT!" Katara threw a towel at the door and Zuko dodged it, deciding to do exactly the opposite. He stepped all the way inside. "Zuko! Come on, I gotta take a sho-- why are you locking the door!" She squeaked, stepping back and wincing when Zuko pressed her against the freezing tile of the bathroom wall.

"I'm locking it, Katara, so that we can take a shower without any interruptions."

"YOU ALREADY TOOK A SHOWER!"

Zuko stuck out his lower lip, pouting. "But I've took one with you before. Pllllllllleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaseeeeeeeee?"

Katara groaned, which was quickly changed to a moan when Zuko began sucking at her neck. "F-fine... just... just, n-no sex. Not right now, we d-don't have time..." Zuko looked up and smiled, kissing Katara heatedly.

"Katara, it's our honeymoon. We have PLENTY of time."

"But, but breakfast!" She protested, a shiver creeping up her spine when he pressed against her.

"I'm about to have mine, right now." Katara "EEP!" 'd and was quickly silenced as Zuko started the make out session, groping the juvenille girl.

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Breakfast had been... interesting. And now Katara was VERY weirded out about what Zuko planned to do to pass the time away until lunch. And when he finally got an idea, Katara knew that his drink must've been spiked, or something. He sure as hell was acting drunk.

"Zuko, I am NOT going to spend the next few days entirely naked."

"whhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy?"

"Because you'll ravish me every time you see me, that's why!"

"... duh, that's WHY I want you to spend our honeymoon naked. Less hassle." Zuko grinned, looking his wife up and down for the millionth time that minute.

XDO,O . -- : ) : p

Well... that's it. Yeah, i know, i know. So, that is y this is labled honeymoon, "DAY ONE" it's a four day honeymoon...