Katara sighed exhaustedly as she entered the royal quarters, smiling at the sound of the door clicking shut behind her. Her duties were many - and more or less neverending during the week - and the only times she could enjoy herself, enjoy the silence, were after the sun had set on the fifth day of the week.

It had been five years since the war ended and four since Zuko asked for her hand. He had blushed furiously that day, she remembered. It was one of her best memories; the colours of the sky as the sun started to set, the light quacking of the turtleducks in the pond, the feel of the grass under the palms of her hands and the water surrounding her feet.

She touched the pendant resting in between her collarbones, smiling at the memory of Zuko's flustered face as he had handed it to her.

With a content sigh she undid the layers of the extravagant outfit the servants had put her in and let them fall to the floor unceremoniously. What she needed was a shower. It was one of the luxuries in the palace that Katara had embraced with open arms; all they had at the southpole when she grew up were tubs of icy water, they tried heating it up but with the harsh climate the warmth never lasted long. But the Fire Nation had showers. Metal pipes filled with hot water that fogged up the mirrors and made steam fill the room. She loved it.

Katara hummed to herself as she turned the faucet on, letting the water heat enough to be comfortable. She picked out the jewels and seashells pinned to her hair, shaking the waves over her shoulder before brushing out the tangles and braids.

"Katara?" Zuko's raspy voice made her look up from her reflection, the door to the bath stood ajar and she could see his shadow on the floor as he stood on the other side, no doubt noting the clothes strewn across the chamber.

"I'm going to take a shower", she called back before continuing to care for her hair, the sound of naked feet hitting the marble floor informing her of his approaching. Their eyes met in the mirror as he snaked his arms around her from behind, his chin in the crook of her neck.

"Mind if I join you?"

The water almost burnt as it came in contact with her skin, but that's the way she liked it; she enjoyed the almost painful yet relaxing streams of water hitting her neck and back. And it didn't hurt that another body pressed up against her.

Katara used the shower creams and oils as she smoothed her hands up and down his body, washing away the dirt and sweat from the day, making his skin smell and taste like heaven. Zuko moaned as she massaged his biceps, roamed over his shoulders, gripped his ass playfully. She bit down on his shoulder, her hands still wandering his body, and she could feel his length twitch against her stomach.

"Like that, do you?" Katara smirked, letting her still oiled up hands run down his muscled physique until she found what she was looking for. She stroked his cock gently once, twice, thrice and she could feel his chest vibrate as he moaned. She had always found it fun and empowering to tease him like this, to grip and stroke him but to never let him come close to a release until she allowed it.

"Agni, Katara", Zuko growled, his hands starting a trail of their own. He roamed over her back, painting imaginary pictures on her skin, traveling south until he gave her ass a firm squeeze. She yelped at the sudden grip, though welcomed him as his fingers wandered even lower.

"Mm", Katara breathed and she closed her eyes, her hands still working up and down his length. Zuko's fingers pressed between her folds and she shuddered as he brushed over her clit.

"You want me?" His voice was low, deeper than usual, and dripping with arousal, both of their hands still working hard to please the other.

She bit down on his shoulder once more as an answer, making him hiss in a pain mixed pleasure, and Zuko didn't wait a second longer to hoist her up by the hips, pressing her against the shower wall.

Katara's moan was filled with a laughter that always made Zuko's heart flutter. He loved that laugh. He loved her. So damn much.

"I want you", she whispered, wrapping her legs around his waist and interlocking her eyes with his, her hands entangling themselves in his long, raven hair. It reached down to his waist at this point, just like hers, and even though she sometimes missed the rugged look he had sported when she first fell for him, she couldn't deny it made her body tingle when he would shake it out over his shoulders at the end of the day.

Zuko's lips descended on hers gently, his tongue licking along her bottom lip, begging to be let in. The sweet kiss soon turned into a battle of dominance and Katara dug her heels into the back of his thighs in an attempt to both throw him off and alleviate the pulsing between her legs.

Zuko let his mouth wander down her throat, sucking at the spots he knew would elicit the loudest groans and moans from his wife. She pressed up against him further, his cock sliding between her folds as she moved her hips.

Zuko growled against her skin, he wanted to make this last, but if she kept moving like that -

"Katara", he managed to get out, "if you don't stop I'm going to fuck you so fast and so hard you'll scream."

"So make me scream, then, my lord", Katara whispered, her breath hitting his ear, sending shivers down his spine. She licked the shell of his ear for good measure and with another growl Zuko thrust into her, her back smacking against the marble wall.

She closed her eyes tight, her heels digging into the back of his thighs, and she didn't even bother to try and silence the sounds that came out of her mouth. She called for both her Gods and his, moaning his name as he kept hitting that spot deep within her she never quite could reach by herself.

The steam filling the room caressed their skin as they gripped on to each other like it was a matter of life or death, and when they later had cuddled down in the red silks of their bed he kissed her passionately, his fingers under her chin so he could look in her eyes when he spoke.

"I should join you more often."

"I would love that."