Anita: oh my god... I am so sorry... I'm really really sorry... I throw myself upon the alter of your mercy! I"M SO SORRY!
oh god, i feel so bad. I hate it when I'm reading stories and the author just quits writing the story and to be honest, I've never finished a story before (ahh!) but this is the first one I've gotten this far. (oh, if you don't count the one short story HP I wrote. But that doesn't really count at all.)
I'm so sorry, Reader-sama (bows)! So sorry!
So here it is: The next chapter of Purpose, my Avatar fic. (approx: 1,323 words)
"This isn't the way back to my rooms."
Katara finally decided to speak up. She had been refusing to talk to Zuko (calling him Puko in her head) as he led her down corridors. But after it had become blatantly obvious this wasn't the route he'd take when he'd brought her to Aang, she'd been forced to bring it to his attention that she was silent – not non-existent.
But Puko said nothing, continuing to walk quickly and Katara was forced to follow him. Fine, she fumed. If he's not going to say anything, then I won't either.
When they reached the guarded double doors, Katara realized where they were going.
"I want to go to my rooms," she reiterated. Perhaps he didn't understand through that thick, baboon, annoying, stupid-head skull?
Zuko ignored her.
"Fine," she said, overly sweet. "I'll just go back on my own. I know the way from here."
With a flap of her skirt, she turned around and began walking back to her rooms. But as she took her third step away, she felt strong arms clamp around her waist. Katara leaned forward, her mouth opened in an "O" and grabbed at the forearms. She was lifted into the air and thrown over Puko's shoulder.
Nodding to the guards (who didn't show any surprise or shock or emotion on their faces' at their prince's behavior – they were so much better trained than Uncle's guards) Zuko walked through the double doors and down the hall to his room. When he got there, he leaned to one side as he freed a hand to turn the handle.
When he got into the room, he put Katara down and immediately grabbed her wrists to keep her from scratching his eyes out.
"What-?" Katara demanded angrily, opening her mouth to reveal her pink mouth and red tongue.
Zuko pulled her forward, using her wrists and brought her up against his body. He could feel her breasts against his chest and it felt good.
"No, Zuko," Katara squirmed against him, struggling to pull away. But she wasn't strong enough and her squirming felt good. He could have her squirming for another reason and it would feel just as good. "I don't want to do this – I don't want you to just kiss me and-"
But she didn't finish because Zuko leaned down and placed his mouth over hers. She kept her lips tight and in a line. Zuko struggled to keep from smiling and ruining the mood. He worked his lips over hers, kissing light kisses over hers, slowly coaxing her to release, to let go, to kiss him back.
Katara gave a groan that seemed to be half annoyed and half pleased. When Zuko (not Puko for now, I suppose) pushed against her legs and lower stomach with his thighs, she moved back. He pushed again and she stepped back again.
Giving a gasp of surprise, both her mouth and her eyes widening, Katara fell back onto Zuko's grey bed.
Zuko landed on top of her, heavy and almost knocked her breath completely out of her. He took advantage of her mouth opened from surprise and licked her bottom lip and then nibbling it. He never let go of her wrists. She squirmed under him some more, but in this position it was much more powerful for him and he let her continue with more pleasure than before.
He broke free of her mouth where Katara had begun kissing him back – the squirming was fun for her too – and began licking and nipping her neck.
"Zuko…" she struggled to say.
"Katara," Zuko smiled as he pressed his lips into her neck. She could feel his smile and it made her smile.
"The armor," she ran her fingers over it. "It's too heavy."
Zuko sat back, his legs straddling either of Katara's and began undoing the straps. Katara's glance darted to where he was sitting on her upper thighs, almost… but she looked back up to his face, her cheeks burning even more. Zuko saw this and gave a smirk that was almost a smile and completely beguiling.
His chest, she thought, just managing a coherent thought. Just focus on his chest.
So while her eyes watched his chest, and her mind imagined it with no shirt on, Zuko pulled the last of the armor off and leaned back down, balancing on his elbows. His fingers played with the end of Katara's braid but Katara could feel it tugging gently and sensuously at her scalp. It sent shivers down her spine, which Zuko felt, and he smiled.
"Tell me you love me," he said, kissing her neck. He pulled back up to see her face.
"I love you," she told him.
"I know," he smirked.
Katara rolled her eyes. "That's not what you're supposed to say, Zuko."
"Oh, really?" Zuko asked. "And what am I supposed to say?"
"You're supposed to say you love me – if you do," she rushed to say. She didn't want him to say it if he didn't mean it.
"But you already know that," he said, leaning down to sniff the hair pulling at the nape of her neck. Katara closed her eyes as the sensuous feeling of his nose against her skin and his breath tugging at her skin and hair.
"Yeah," Katara agreed, knowing it was true. "But it's nice to hear it – not a jerky line like: 'I know'." She put on a masculine voice for the last two words and Zuko chuckled. The sound reverberated through his chest and Katara could feel it against her own, her breasts.
"Ohh," she moaned.
"I love you, Katara," he said into her neck. He pulled up again and looked into her eyes. They snapped into focus and looked back at him. "I love you, Katara," he repeated.
"I know," she said, and pulled him down for a kiss.
Hours later, after falling asleep after their kissing, Katara woke up. She should probably get back to her own room. And maybe some food. She was hungry, she hadn't eaten all day.
She rolled over onto her side from her back and felt something tug at her waist. Looking over her shoulder, she saw Zuko lying on his stomach, his arm lying over her waist. Sighing, but smiling, she patted his shoulder and tried to roll away.
The hand at her waist tightened and she couldn't move. She tried pulling at the large hand but he was too strong for her.
"Zuko," she murmured. "I'm hungry – let go."
An incoherent sound came from him and Katara didn't think he was really awake. His arm had relaxed so she tried rolling over again, only to find it tighten once more.
Really, she thought, beginning to get frustrated. This kid's really got a teddy-bear complex or something.
She tried sitting up, but he wouldn't let her move and she didn't want to jerk up suddenly for fear of snapping his arm. She tried rolling away quickly but the whole arm tightened this time and Katara found herself being pulled back, a body lifting up, and finding herself lying under the body, looking up at a smiling face.
"Going somewhere?" Zuko asked her.
"Food," she told him.
"Looking for something to eat?" he asked her, looking wicked. It took her a few seconds to figure out how that sentence could be dirty. His smile grew with each passing second and doubled when he saw her recognition.
"Ah, no!" she gave his shoulder a play shove. "I want food, not… whatever you're thinking." His smile grew even more (if that was possible). "And stop smiling like that."
"Okay," Zuko said, leaning down and kissing her mouth. She could feel his smiled when she worked her lips over his.
"You're still smiling," she murmured against his mouth when he'd come up for air.
"You make me smile, Katara," he said.
Katara just smiled up at him.
Anita: Ummmm... okay. FLUFF!
I just scanned that chapter, checking for places to put the line breaks and I started blushing. Ugh. I hate writing and reading my own scenes but I love reading them in other stories (tee hee) so I put it in my own story. (I mean, why write something you wouldn't read if it were somebody else's?)
Also, if the characters seem a little OOC in this chappie, um, well, what am I supposed to do? There really aren't any of these kinds of scenes on the show! Oh, and yes! I mean, no! No sex! it didn't happen, it won't happen, I'm gonna stick to the Avatar-iness of that just enough. So, you pervies can stop moaning over not seeing the non-existent sex scene and you, umm... damn, what's the word? I'll use "purists" (affectionately) -yeah, you guys can uncover your eyes.
Yay! I love you all!