Okay for some reason Zuko and Katara are on a Fire Nation ship posing as soldiers in order to stowaway. Why? I don't know, that's all the plot this has. This is just the stuck in a utility closet trope. Almost smut. You're forewarned.
Caught in The Moment
Zuko dragged her down another hallway, trying to find somewhere to hide...
He tried a door and found it was unlocked, quickly ushering Katara inside and slamming it shut behind them. Of course it was a small utility closet, with just barely enough room for them to stand in with a few inches of space between them. Typical.
"Good idea, Zuko." Katara threw the helmet off, ruffling her hair and undoing her belt.
Zuko's eyes bugged out at her as she quickly shuffled her clothes. "What the hell are you doing?"
She rose an eyebrow at him. "Acting like we're making out in the closet? Hurry up and kiss me. They're coming and bound to find us in here eventually."
Zuko's jaw dropped. "We're doing what?"
"Was that not your idea?" Katara hissed, yanking open his uniform for him. "Come on!"
Well, it wasn't his idea. But it was a good idea. Two new recruits fooling around in an empty closet happened quite often...
Ah, to hell with it.
He ripped his helmet off and threw it in the corner. He took Katara by surprise when he lifted her up against the wall, making her wrap her legs around his waist.
Zuko didn't think much else before slamming his lips over hers. Katara squeaked at his passion, but she should have known he would be aggressive even in this. And they had to make it believable.
She threaded her fingers into his hair, pulling him closer as she met his kiss with the same hungry energy. He was a very good kisser...
Zuko let his hands wander to her ass, squeezing and pushing her hips against his. Katara gasped into his mouth, she cracked her eyes open. "Zuko..." She warned. She didn't want him to get too handsy. They were acting. Only acting.
His golden eyes opened too, alight with humor. "You aren't getting turned on, are you?"
"I'll show you who's getting turned on." Katara growled, grinding her hips down on his. Zuko groaned, leaning into her to meet her lips again.
She opened her mouth to him, letting her tongue fight with his. Maybe this was a bad idea, she was getting turned on. By Zuko.
And from a certain feeling of a bulge growing against her, she'd say she wasn't the only one getting a little too into this act.
Speaking of, where the hell are the guards that were chasing them?
Katara pulled away from him, gasping for breath and trying to clear her head. Her thoughts were going a little hazier each time Zuko rubbed his hips against hers. If he didn't cut it out...
Zuko's lips trailed down her throat, and she moaned softly as he slid his teeth against a sensitive part of her neck.
She kind of wanted to take his pants off...
Wait! The guards!
"Um..." Katara tried to speak, even as she tilted her head further back to allow him more skin. "The uh, guards. Probably gone."
Zuko paused his attentions, and Katara desperately wished she hadn't said anything.
He leaned back up, his lidded eyes meeting hers as he rested their foreheads together. "Yeah. Probably."
They stared at each other, their chests heaving, still pressed up against each other. Katara could feel him throbbing against her, and she bit her lip. Why did she interrupt what they were doing? It had felt so good...
Oh dear spirits, did she want to have sex with Zuko?
Right now the answer was very much yes.
She was about to say to hell with it and just pull him back down to her lips...
"Cadets!" The door was slammed open, making them both yelp in surprise. An angry man glared at them as they quickly separated and smoothed out their clothes. "Get back to work."
"Of course sir!" Katara saluted him.
The man narrowed his eyes at them before huffing and turning away. "Damned horny kids."
Ummmm do these prompts have to be in order? Oops.
Technically I am just starting and this prompt is day 7, posted on day 6 so it's close enough right?
More to come, my lovelies! Hopefully the Zutara writing muse will not leave me now.