A/N
Hello! I'm so honored (haha get it?) to be participating in the Zutara Minibang 2021 event, and have JoyDragon as a beta and BarelyAware as an artist! You can find the link to the art on my profile (spoiler alert: it's amazing).
Now sit back, and enjoy the ride *jazz hands*
Zuko had long grown out of his grouchy, short-tempered years. Really, he had. But at this very moment, he was just one minor inconvenience away from burning down the palace. All he wanted was to hold his wife and sing his kids the lullabies his mother had sung to him. Yet, alas, here he was, reading fuck all about tax proposals and economics in the middle of the night.
Damn unfair—that was what this was.
He rubbed the sharp knob of strain on the back of his neck as his aching eyes skimmed across the document he was reading. Not even taking off his hefty regalia the moment his meetings ended and putting on a much lighter and comfortable pair of tunic and pants would help the soreness on his neck anymore.
The noise of a door creaking open and light footsteps entering his study took him out of his musings.
Zuko's face instantly lit up.
He didn't need to look to know who it was—aside from his kids, there was only one person in the palace that would dare enter his chambers unannounced.
"Kat," he beamed, turning toward the door. A familiar sense of warmth blossomed inside his chest. Even after all these years, the mere sight of his wife was enough to do away with all of his worries and aching.
He'd never know what he'd done to deserve her.
She smiled back while quietly closing the door to their bedchambers behind herself. She was clad in a simple yet elegant crimson night robe that stopped just above her knees and clung to her curvy figure. Her unbound hair flowed down her back in hypnotizing curls.
Zuko had always loved the color blue on his wife. It was the color of her home, her element, her gorgeous eyes and the eyes of their son. Wherever he saw blue, be it in the sky or in a pond, it always reminded him of her and their happiest memories together. But seeing her in red, in the color of his own home and element, it enticed something in him—something feral that triggered his most primal desires, that urged him to abandon all duty and make love to her all day and night until neither one of them could lift a finger.
And the worst part was that she knew this. She'd wear her blue regalia during the day when she'd hold meetings with diplomats from all corners of the world with or without him, and at night… Agni, his mouth watered just thinking about all the things they'd get up to once she'd show up in a red robe—and wore nothing underneath.
"Checking me out, Fire Lord?" Katara purred, the teasing smirk dancing on her lips and her quirked brow only adding more fuel to his filthy thoughts. She rocked her hips in an exaggerated motion as she strutted over to him, swinging the sash of her robe in circles, her feet bare.
Zuko sat back on his chair and smirked back. "Can you blame me?"
Her smirk grew into a smug but sweet grin as she reached his desk. "No, I guess I can't." She came over to his seat and hugged him from behind, resting her chin on his shoulder. "What're you reading?"
Zuko lifted the reports of the proposed tax rates of the year ahead for her to see. "Same old same old." He put the paper down on the table. "What 'bout you? The kids asleep yet?"
"Yeah. It was a hell of a work to get Iroh to sleep, though. I swear that child discovered the secret of unlimited energy or something. Kya wasn't like that when she was three."
"What can I say—boys tend to be more energetic when they're little."
Katara playfully nudged him in the shoulders. "Look at you being all grown-up. I remember a time when you would go days without sleep just to capture Aang."
Zuko chuckled. "Yeah, well, at least we know where Iroh got his spirit from."
"I guess we do…" Katara chuckled back. She then inclined her head, kissed the crook of his neck, and whispered into his skin. "I've missed you."
Zuko let out a deep sigh, closing his eyes. It'd been almost two weeks since they'd been able to squeeze an hour or two of alone time into their schedules. They'd be so tired by the end of the day that they would both fall asleep the moment their heads hit the pillow. And Zuko had really missed her—his desire to dismiss everyone in a meeting and fuck her senseless every time he saw her could attest to that.
"Me too." He squeezed her forearm that crossed his chest and turned his head such that their foreheads touched. "I've missed you more than you can imagine."
"Oh, I think I can imagine." Katara brought her lips to his unscarred ear and lowered her tone. "Do you know how hard it is to go two weeks without you inside me?"
Zuko bit back a moan. Her sultry tone alone was enough to get his blood rushing south, never mind what she'd actually said. He had no idea how, but she somehow always knew how to turn him on at the drop of a hat. Shit, her just existing was sometimes enough to get him hard. And it didn't help that he'd had to resort to his hand to get off in her prolonged absence.
Katara's hands slid up his chest to come up to his shoulders and massage them.
"You're so tense, dear," she whispered in his ear and squeezed the stiff muscles beneath her fingers to accentuate her point, causing him to wince and hiss in pain. "Lucky for you, I know just the way to relieve your stress. It's a lot of fun too."
Zuko's grimace quickly morphed into a smirk. He angled his head so that their lips almost touched. "Oh, is it, now?"
"Mmm…" she hummed against his mouth.
Zuko raised his sole brow. "Care to demonstrate?"
"I thought you'd never ask."
Without wasting another second, Katara crashed her lips to his. Zuko welcomed her with an open-mouthed kiss, turning his whole torso toward her to cradle the back of her neck and pull her closer. He darted out his tongue between her parted lips as she rounded his chair and straddled his lap, slipping her own tongue right back into his mouth.
Zuko's hands slid down the curves of her ribs and waist to grab handfuls of her bottom over her gown while she wrapped her arms around his neck. Her fingers raked through his topknot and loose hair, each scrape of her nails against his scalp sending shivers down his spine.
Tilting her head to the side to deepen their kiss, Katara ground her hips into his hardening cock, over and over, riding him over their clothes. A groan ripped from Zuko's chest, which she swallowed happily. She glided her hands down his nightclothes, and did a quick job untying the sash around his tunic and pushing the fabric off of his shoulders. Zuko shrugged out of the tunic without stopping the dance of their tongues. Once he'd tossed it aside, he hugged her by the waist.
While riding him, her chilly hands trailed down the muscled planes of his biceps and forearms, leaving trails of goosebumps in their wake. The contrast of her cool touch on his burning skin and the roll of her hips on his were driving Zuko mad with lust. He dug his nails into the fabric of her robe and pulled her down harder onto his growing erection.
His mind was whirling with the visions of all the ways he could take this beauty that was sitting on his lap, kissing him like she was stranded in a desert and he was her water. There were plenty of surfaces around he could fuck her on or against. Hell, they could even give the floor a cha—
Zuko's thoughts were cut criminally short when Katara yanked his hands from her waist and pinned them down on the armrests of his seat. Two blocks of ice suddenly encased themselves around his wrists and the maroon padding beneath, effectively binding them to the armrests. They weren't so cold that they gave him ice burns, but they were cold enough to rip him out of his fantasies, so fast he almost got whiplash.
His eyes shot open to find his wife drawing back with a wicked gleam in her eyes.
"What—" he sputtered, but she was quick to cut him off.
"I had to wait weeks to have a moment alone with you, Zuko," she said flatly. Her eyes bore into his, dazed with lazy, unabashed hunger. "I don't like to be kept waiting."
She leaned in and licked up the corded muscles of his neck, then whispered in his unscarred ear, "Consider this your punishment."
The sensation of her tongue brushing his neck, the rumble of her voice in his ear, and her hot breath tickling his skin shot straight to his crotch. Even the temperature difference between him and the ice around his wrists were doing funny things to him.
He had to close his eyes for a moment and swallow to get his brain functioning again. By no means was he a stranger to being tied up in bed—but, right now, he just wanted to get between those perfect legs and pound into her until they were both done for.
With a quick, gentle nip at his earlobe, Katara slipped away from his lap and got to her feet in the sliver of space between his chair and the desk. Zuko came to his senses at the last second and opened his mouth to ask where she was going, but the words evaporated from his tongue when her slim fingers began to untie the sash holding her gown together little by little.
His eyes followed their every move until the sash was no more than a useless strap of fabric hanging from the gown, and they widened as she slowly pulled the flaps of the gown apart and down her shoulders.
The garment cascaded down her frame like a scarlet waterfall and pooled around her ankles, revealing the lingerie she wore underneath. Her breasts were held aloft by a crimson lacy bra, so light that it barely covered her at all, and a matching pair of red panties that failed spectacularly to leave anything up to his imagination.
A shaky breath slipped from Zuko's lips.
If he hadn't been fully erect a moment ago, he certainly was now.
He shut his gaping mouth and pushed through his lewd daydreams to form a coherent sentence.
"You're aware I can melt these, right?" was all his lust-fogged mind could contrive, his voice hoarser than usual.
Her lips tugged into a smirk. "Do that, and I'll leave. How about that?"
Zuko clenched his jaw, but didn't respond. How could he? He couldn't have her leave now —not when she was already practically naked and his erection was starting to strain his pants.
Defeat must've shown on his face, as her smile broadened and she gathered her loose, long hair on one shoulder. "That's what I thought."
Heedless of the storm of need brewing within him, Katara sank to her knees at a leisurely pace and pushed his legs apart to settle between them, never once breaking eye-contact. She put her palms on his knees and trailed them up his thighs agonizingly slowly. Zuko gulped as her hands crept closer and closer toward the bulge in his pants, and he licked his lips when they finally reached their goal.
Katara palmed the bulge and squeezed it playfully. She was merciful, at least, as she moved on to pull his pants and loincloth down with one swift tug. His rock-hard erection sprung free of its confines, giving Zuko a breath of relief—which quickly turned into a hiss as she leaned down and her hot breath ghosted over his arousal.
Katara scooted closer and sank onto her heels, giving him a spectacular view of her cleavage as well as her ass in the process, before wrapping her fingers around his cock and dipping her head further down to flick the tip with her tongue. Zuko sucked in a breath, hips bucking in response and fingers curling around the armrest they were bound to. Lust sank deep into his bones.
Smirking, Katara gave him a long stroke from the base to the top, twisting her wrist at the tip and swiping her thumb over the glistening moisture at the head just the way he liked it.
"Tell me how much you missed me, love," she purred against his dick, her lips maintaining contact with it.
"So much," he breathed, unable to look away from her piercing blue eyes. "I missed you so much."
Katara continued stroking him, her mouth so close and yet so far. "That's not the answer I'm looking for, Zuko. Be more specific. Did you think about me when you jerked off?"
Hearing her utter his name in this state of need had Zuko's cock twitching and his head whirling with desire. And, fuck , her voice, all commanding and stern, had him desperate to give her anything she wanted, just so he could get some release in return.
"Yes." It came out more like a plea than anything else. "I thought about you every second of the day. I had to end a meeting early yesterday 'cause I got hard thinking about you. I ran to find you, but you were busy."
There was no mistaking the way her pupils dilated.
"And then what did you do?"
"Fuck, Katara. What d'you think? I dismissed everyone and jacked off in the middle of your study."
Her teeth flashed in a wanton grin.
"Good boy."
Katara peppered kisses along the prominent vein that ran along the underside of his shaft, peering at him from beneath her lashes with his cock eclipsing her face. And she took her time with it, too, much to Zuko's irritation. And pleasure.
She stopped at the tip to take one final look at him.
"You're not to come until I let you."
Then she wrapped her lips around him.
Zuko could watch her head bobbing up and down and his cock disappearing into her mouth for all of two seconds, before his head dropped back onto the headrest and he groaned with his whole chest, eyes falling shut in ecstasy. His nails dug into the padding beneath his palms, and he had to spend whatever remained of his mental faculties on holding himself from bucking into her mouth.
Katara, however, seemed to be relishing in his writhing, as she continued the slick strokes of her tongue along his cock, sweeping over every inch of skin in her mouth with broad, flat strokes, occasionally swiping over the tip to remove the liquid beading there. And whatever she couldn't fit into her mouth, she made up by using her hands.
" Fuck ," Zuko groaned from deep inside his throat. He could already feel the ice around his wrists melting away, and he had to fight the fire blazing through him from burning the whole fucking palace down.
He felt Katara smile with her mouth still around cock, while he all but squirmed under her ministrations. She hummed around him, knowing full well what it did to him, how the vibrations radiated through him and made his head spin. And as if that were not enough, she picked up the pace of her strokes. Zuko released a breath of smoke through gritted teeth, hands beginning to tremble from the tension building in his body.
This only encouraged Katara further, who slid back up his shaft until just the tip remained in her mouth—then took him in as deep as she could, flattening her tongue along the prominent vein, and then licking the tops of his balls when she reached them. The ridges of her throat clenched around and rubbed against him in the most spectacular way, and he nearly came at the spot.
"Ah! Katara!" The words gushed out of Zuko in a raw bliss, voice utterly wrecked.
He burst through his ice shackles without even realizing and tangled his fingers in her hair to press her head further down, his hips out of control and bucking into her throat, itching desperately for more friction. Already, he could feel his testicles tightening and his cock growing heavier in her warm, silky mouth.
The sound of his wife choking yanked him back to the face of the Earth. He looked down at the same moment that she released him with an audible pop. Tears had gathered at the edges of her eyes and her swollen lips were smeared with his precum and her saliva. Normally, the sight alone would've been enough to send him reeling over the edge, but Katara sat back on her heels and wiped their bodily fluids from her lips.
"What did I say about melting the ice, dear?" she purred, staring him squarely in the eyes while running her hands along his clothed thighs.
He blinked rapidly to clear his head, panting. She'd said she'd leave if he melted the ice.
Zuko's blood turned cold, his body going as rigid as a statue.
She'd said she'd leave if he melted the ice.
Katara's lips curled into a smirk as realization dawned on him, and she rose to her feet while he slapped his hands back on the armrests.
"No, no, no! Don't leave! I'm sorry!"
If she left now, he would combust.
Stepping back until the back of her thighs bumped into the edge of his desk, Katara shoved aside the scrolls and paperweight atop the table, eyes never leaving his.
"You broke the rules, Zuko. There's nothing I can do about that. It's a shame, really—I was really enjoying it. You deserve to be punished worse for that alone."
The only worse punishment right now than leaving would be to actually chop off his dick.
"Please, Katara! I won't touch you again! I promise!"
Katara hoisted herself onto the now empty space on the table.
"Don't make promises you can't keep, darling."
Zuko attempted to protest more, but his mouth turned drier than a desert when she leaned back on one hand, the other one coming up to cup a pebbled breast over her bra, and braced the heels of her feet at the very edge of the desk. Her smirk grew wider as she slowly, painfully, agonizingly slowly spread her knees apart, granting him the most wonderful view of her toned, muscled thighs and the wet-stain marking her panties.
He swallowed thickly.
Katara gave a low chuckle at the strained bob of his throat. The hand she had kneading her breast began to venture down the expanse of her naked stomach. And Zuko's eyes followed it, drinking in her gorgeous, bronze skin, too hypnotized by her beauty to heed the carnal wants every fiber of his being was begging him to act on.
Her eyes, however, didn't stray away from his face once—not as her fingertips skimmed the hem of her panties, nor as they sank behind the lace. A low, throaty moan spilled from her lips when her fingers finally reached their destination, their outline all too visible to Zuko where he sat, panting heavily.
Katara began a torturously languid circle of her fingers over her clit. With each stroke, the circles would become smaller and just a tiny bit faster. She exhaled a heavy sigh and her eyes fluttered closed. Then her bruised bottom lip caught between her teeth.
Zuko's eyes shot to her mouth. He wanted to kiss those lips. He wanted to lick them. Bite on them until they bled.
He could feel himself become impossibly harder as he sat there frozen, watching his wife fuck herself only a few feet from him. His fingers itched where he'd balled them into fists around the armrests.
Katara quickened the rhythm of her strokes. Her brows tilted up in delirium and her soft moans filled the otherwise silent office. They were music to Zuko's ears, the most beautiful in the world. And they were a drug—addicting and alluring.
His cock twitched, almost in pain, when she sank two fingers into herself and let out a loud moan, her head lolling back and leaving her long, velvety neck exposed. And then she moaned his name, a breathy whisper that set his blood on fire.
She was taunting him. Challenging him to yield to his most animalistic desires, to drag his tongue and teeth across her throat. To kiss every patch of her delicious skin. To bend her over the table and fuck her into the next century.
Agni, he wanted to do so many things to her. So , so many things.
Zuko's eyes snapped back into focus as she sighed a hearty moan. His heavy pants sharpened into short, ragged breaths. He sat up straighter, gaze glued to her fingers thrusting in and out of where he wished to be. His mouth watered with the memory of what that essence coating her fingers tasted like on his tongue. He licked his lips.
Expecting of him to hold himself back any longer was torture. It was absolutely fucking inhumane.
He couldn't do it.
He couldn't.
As Katara increased the rhythm of her fingers, uttering his name under her breath, Zuko sprang into action—burning through the padding under his palms and the wood beneath it in a heartbeat, and then darting to her like an arrow let loose from a bow. Her eyes flew open and she gasped when he appeared out of nowhere, grabbing her throat and slamming her flat on his desk, placing himself firmly between her legs. And before she could even think to open her mouth, he gripped both of her hands and pinned them down above her head on the table, causing an excited moan to tumble out of her lips.
Zuko leaned down until he was hovering only a breath away from her face.
"You said you'd leave if I touched you," he spat, eyes burning, feral. "Go on. Leave."
Katara's lips curled into smirk, panting and eyes half-lidded. "You know, on second thought, I think I might stick around a little longer."
Despite himself, Zuko couldn't help but return her smirk. This had been her plan all along, to rile him up until he broke. They both knew that he'd fallen for it—but he didn't give a damn.
"You just have to be so fucking difficult, don't you."
"It's not my fault you fuck so good when you're mad."
Zuko growled, let go of her hands, and crashed his mouth to hers, forceful, desperate. She wrapped her arms around his neck while one of his hands glided down her arm to her chest and slipped beneath her lingerie. He played with her hardened breast, twisting and pinching the nipple, delighting in the way she gasped into his mouth and arched her back, driving more of her breast into his palm.
He drew his lips back from hers and tilted his head to sear open-mouthed kisses to the underside of her jaw. He sucked and licked and bit down the column of her neck, giving the soft muscles beneath his lips a sharp bite, then proceeding to run his tongue over the wound. The soft whimpers that escaped Katara's lips only fueled the raging firestorm in him.
His hands didn't stay idle as he worked down her neck. The one he had on her breast continued to toy with her nipple, while the one he held himself up with beside her head trekked the planes of her shoulders and chest before latching onto the lace over her other breast.
Tearing his mouth from her throat, Zuko stood up straight, and then ripped her bra apart and tossed the torn lace somewhere on the desk, finally bringing those beautiful mounds into view. Katara inhaled sharply as he stopped for a moment to take in the magnificent sight before him.
"That was part of a really expensive set," she said dryly.
Zuko's merciless eyes found hers. "I'll buy you a new one."
He then grabbed her by the hips and whipped her over, pushing her down face-first onto the table between her shoulder blades. He bent down and pressed slack-jawed kisses to her ass, one cheek and then the other, all the while hooking his fingers under her panties and yanking them down her thighs.
Now with nothing obstructing his way, he buried his face between her legs. He gave her one long, scorching lick up her wetness, humming into her when she let loose a sigh deep from her chest and cursed under her breath.
"Fucking delicious," he breathed as he got back up, pushing his pants down to his knees so they wouldn't get in the way. "I could eat you all night."
Katara raised herself onto her elbows and jutted her head to the side to cut him a smug smile over her shoulder. "I'll hold you to that."
A half-smile of his own danced on Zuko's lips as he aligned himself with her entrance.
And then he thrust into her without warning.
Katara's smile died instantly and her breath caught in her throat, her mouth dropping open in pleasure. Zuko groaned, losing himself in her slick warmth. He pulled out until just the tip remained inside her, before plunging right back in, stealing another breath from the both of them.
The slap of his sack against her ass, the squeaking of the table, and their moans filled the air as he set a ruthless, furious rhythm.
"Yes," Katara sighed, head drooped down between her arms. "Yes. Zuko. Fuck…"
She was wet. So hot and wet and everything he loved about her.
Her ass rippled with each of his thrusts. Coupled with the absolute divine sensation of her inner walls rubbing against his cock and the sounds coming out of her, it was driving him insane—utterly, thoroughly, out of his fucking mind.
But somehow, with sheer willpower, he held out. Just barely.
As if sensing his impending climax, Katara tilted her head to give him a teasing side glance. "Why're you being so gentle, dear? Have you finished already?"
This woman.
She was going to be the end of him.
Zuko's fingers curled around her loose hair. He bunched all the strands in one hand, twisted them around his wrist once to strengthen his grip, and then yanked on her hair, sending her head flying back. She gasped at the sudden movement, but her eyes quickly fluttered shut and her cries got louder.
He leaned down and brought his lips to her ear.
"Is this what you want?" he snarled. His words were husky, interrupted by his ragged breaths.
Katara groaned deeply, biting her lip. "It is what I want, actually."
Zuko increased his speed, ramming into her ever harder. "Are you gonna torture me like that again?"
"Don't act like— oh, spirits —like you didn't enjoy it."
He tugged sharply at her hair. "Answer the damn question, Kat."
"You're— fuck!— you're making it— yes! —really difficult to refuse."
At this point, Zuko didn't even care what she was saying. Just seeing her struggle to put together a single sentence was enough pleasure.
He pushed her back onto the desk, never letting go of her hair. Pausing only momentarily to grab one of her thighs, Zuko wrenched her leg on top of the desk, letting the other one dangle freely off the side, and drove in deeper than ever—a hard, punishing thrust that ripped a gleeful shriek from her throat.
Katara crumpled the documents that were unfortunate enough to be lying beneath her palms, and her cries sent an inferno surging through his veins. It consumed him. Swallowed him whole.
She was close too—he could feel it in the way her walls were convulsing around him, the way her legs were shaking and she was spewing out unintelligible words that resembled his name and 'Harder!' and 'Right there!' .
"That's right," Zuko rasped. "Scream my fucking name."
With the hand not tangled in her hair, he slapped Katara's ass with as much strength as he could muster. She shrieked his name in pleasure at the impact of his palm with her skin, the area it'd landed on blooming red almost right away.
"You like that?" Zuko gritted through his teeth, pounding into her harder and harder until he felt like his legs would give out. The writing brushes and inkwell and whatever object remained on the desk rattled and toppled over the side with the relentless force of his thrusts.
"Yes!" she cried. "Fuck! Again!"
Zuko gave her a slap on the other cheek, and she screamed again, back arching.
The muscles on his lower back and legs were burning with his effort to keep up the pace. A thin sheen of sweat had coated both of their bodies. His balls were swelling and his cock was growing heavier inside her.
But he couldn't come yet. Not without dragging her over the edge along with him. He wouldn't allow it.
Zuko yanked on her hair again until her back was pressed flush against his chest. His free hand ventured down to the junction of her thighs.
"You feel so fucking good," he rasped in her ear, flicking her clit with his pointer finger. Katara choked on her breath and he felt a shudder bolt up her spine. Her hands immediately latched on to his hair and the back of his thigh, tangling in the damp locks and digging into his pants. Zuko continued to ground against her, head buried in the curve of her collarbone, breaths hot and enticing on her neck.
"Fuck!" Her legs were trembling uncontrollably. "Zuko! I'm gonna come!"
Stroking her sex, he plowed into her and whispered in her ear, "Then come."
That was her undoing.
Katara climaxed with his name on her lips, wild and explosive. He felt the shockwaves shoot up and down her spine, felt her shudder and tremble with them. She writhed in his grasp and threw her head back onto his shoulder. Her moans echoed off the walls and muscles spasmed around him. She was on fire, almost too hot to the touch.
The Earth stopped spinning for a moment as Zuko immediately chased her over the edge. His eyes rolled to the back of his head and his toes curled in his shoes. He bit down on her shoulder to stifle a guttural groan, tasting the saltiness of her sweat on his tongue. And he thrust into her, hard and deep, as he emptied into her seemingly endlessly, filling her to the brim, while her walls still contracted around him—thrust upon thrust until he had left nothing left to give, and she was completely still in his arms.
They stood like that for a good few seconds, glued to one another in their post-orgasmic euphoria, breathing frantically, too tired to do much else.
Zuko could only start to move a muscle when he felt like he could actually stand up on his feet again without falling. He exhaled a coarse breath and untangled himself from his wife. He staggered back and collapsed onto his chair, tipping his head back onto the headrest, unable to even keep his eyes open. His limbs were heavy and limp, as though the bones inside them had dissolved into pleasure with him.
Gulping, he cracked his eyes open to find Katara sagged over the desk, also spent and breathless. His seed dripped from her slit and dripped down her thighs, yet he couldn't find the energy to be smug about it.
Slowly, Katara raised herself from the table, turning toward him, and wobbled through the few steps it took to get to his seat. Then she all but flopped onto him, swinging both legs over his and snuggling into him. His arms encircled her, one wrapping around her back, and the other gliding across her stomach and hips to her bottom. Heating up his hand, he caressed the plums of scarlet he'd left there.
"You okay?" he whispered into her hair. "I went pretty rough on you."
Katara burst out laughing, pushing his chest playfully. "No, I'm not okay! I have a whole day of meetings tomorrow, and I can't walk!"
Zuko snickered with her. "Sorry."
Katara shifted out of his embrace to sit up and straddle him, smiling warmly, eyes still hooded. She tapped on his mouth. "Don't you apologize. If two weeks without sex is what gets you to fuck me like that, I won't complain again."
Zuko chuckled as she leaned in for a chaste kiss, hands fanned out on her bottom. She then rested her head on his shoulder once more, sighing with content, while he stared at the crumpled papers on the table over her shoulder.
"So much for working tonight," he joked.
She twisted around and followed his gaze, then let out what could only be a squeal of embarrassment and buried her face in the crook of his neck.
"Oh spirits, someone's gonna have to rewrite all that."
Zuko's face split into a broad grin. "Whoever the poor soul is, it's their job. And, remember—we were only doing our job as Fire Lord and Lady to produce more heirs."
Katara giggled into his shoulder. "Yeah, we were just… carrying out our royal duties. Nothing more."
"Pfft. Of course not."
She lifted her head to meet his eyes. Her face was lit up with pure, unfiltered happiness.
"Well, I must say, dear lord husband—this is my favorite duty out of all."
Seeing her so openly blissful was all the antidote Zuko would ever need for the headaches of ruling a troubled nation, all the power he would need to fight back against the ancient, obnoxious nobles of his court.
At that moment in time, he fell in love with her all over again.
"I would have to agree, my lady," he jested back, then nuzzled his face in her neck. "You know, I just might know of another duty you may find appealing. It's a lot of fun too."
Katara threw her head back in laughter.
"Do you, now?"
He snickered into her skin, nosing her neck. "Yes, I very much do."
"Well," she said, still laughing, "I believe I was promised a night of getting eaten out."
"Is that what my lady wishes?"
"It is."
Zuko dragged his nose up her throat to speak into her lips, "Then I shall fulfill my promise. It wouldn't do to leave Her Majesty unsatisfied, would it?"
Katara smiled against his mouth, cupping his cheeks. "No, it wouldn't. I expect you to perform your best, citizen of the Fire Nation."
Locking their lips together, he lifted her up by the backs of her thighs and started carrying her to their shared bedroom.
"Your wish is my command."
A/N
I would like to thank JoyDragon and BarelyAware for their help and art. You guys are truly incredible *heart heart heart*