Today is the final day of Zutara week 2021. I would like to thank everyone that read and shared my stories all week. I really appreicate it and I hope you all loved reading my works! Until next year!

Day 7 prompt: Stories.

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"Hey, 'tara." Zuko's voice rings out as he feels his bed dip next to him. He tried to stay up for her arrival, he really did but he was so tired. A year after the war and bringing peace to all the nations can take a toll on a young Fire Lord.

She caresses his face, leaning down to brush a soft kiss across his cheek. "What if I was an assassin. You didn't even flinch when I opened the door."

He rolls over to his side and pulls her close to his chest. "Mmmm…I can tell the difference now. Your foot steps were soft. The last assassin, he had heavy feet. Kinda like Appa."

"Oh, so you were attacked by a giant flying bison." She giggles.

He scrunches his face and finally opens his eyes to see his beautiful girlfriend. Her hair is braided back and her loopies resting against her cheeks. He smirks when he notices the nightgown she's wearing to bed. The deep red silk soft against his hands as her tightens his hold on her.

Katara feels her heartrate pick up as Zuko takes her in, his amber eyes darkening to a deep honey.

"I like your nightgown." His voice huskier than usual. It sent a shiver down her spine and subconsciously made her want to be even close to him.

"You're stalling," She pulls slightly back from him and runs her fingers through his long dark locks. She notices his hair has grown much longer since she left for the South Pole two months ago.

He groans, "Fine. The assassin came through the window, tries to stab me, I stabbed him, the end. Now come here." Before she could protest he pulls her on top of his lap and captures her lips in a deep kiss. Katara finds herself wrapping her arms around his shoulders pulling him even closer.

His hands trail up her sides caressing the soft silk of her nightgown, eliciting a soft gasp from the Waterbender. Zuko continues his path to the back of her head, feeling her braid in his hands.

This won't do.

He pulls at the band in her hair, freeing her curls from their imprisonment, allowing her hair to cascade down her back.

Katara pulls back to rest her forehead against Zuko's, she relaxes further into him as he brushes his fingers through her hair.

"You suck at telling stories." She mumbles. He just smirks in reply before leaning down to kiss the side of her neck, following the sweetheart cut of her nightgown.

"Later." He says against her neck, continuing his path lower. "I'll spare no gory details. But right now," His hands move up her thighs pushing the red silk back. "I have other plans for the evening."

A wicked smiles crosses her face as she tugs at his shirt, "I think the story can wait."