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Zuko tried to concentrate on what he was doing, but the slightest movement or sound from Zoe was enough to distract him immediately.

He flicked through the paper before him on his desk and Zoe shifted on the couch in the corner of his office. His eyes flicked up immediately and locked on her form. She was reading some of his reports and had a tiny frown creasing the skin on her forehead. She moved slightly, hooking one leg over the other and his frown deepened as she mouthed some words silently that she was reading. She sighed, leaning her head to the side and her hair fell over her shoulder.

Zuko stared at her parted lips, thinking of the sounds he was able to produce from them. He and he alone. He could make her moan, beg and clutch to him like he was the single most important thing in the world to her.

Zuko cleared his throat quickly and looked down to his papers, his heart speeding up and his pants tightening below. Zoe had this strange thing where she refused to get distracted when working on something, so Zuko had to restrain his desires until she decided she was finished. A few more minutes past and Zuko chanced another glance at her through his messy locks. She was still reading, but this time her tongue was poking out and Zuko almost had a heart attack.

She licked her lips slowly and then made a soft sound that almost sounded like a moan as she moved her body slightly and it seemed to twist temptingly before him. His eyes ran down her form quickly as his heart began to pound in his chest, then he noticed the small smile that was tugging at the corner of Zoe's mouth and he raised an eyebrow. She knew what she was doing.

Zuko scowled, and then stood up. He picked up his papers and held them casually in front of his pants, where there was a rather obvious arousal happening. Zoe watched him walk over to her innocently and he sat down beside her.

"Hello." She said when he pressed his thigh against hers.

"What do you think about this?" he asked her lowly, his eyes not leaving hers as he held a sheet of paper in front of her.

She turned to look at it and then nodded. "Yes, I've just been reading some very similar reports. They're like some 'Ozai support gang', causing nothing, but havoc around the city." She looked back up to Zuko, her heart pounding a little faster when her eyes locked on his where desire swam in his irises. "Is this why we can't leave to find your mother just yet?"

Zuko nodded, "I have to sort this out before I leave the state on my own personal mission."

"How are you going to deal with it? I think…" she trailed off, her eyes glazing over with thought, but Zuko wasn't really noticing.

He moved a little closer so that the whole side of his very heated body was pressed up against Zoe. "What have you been reading?" he asked, his voice husky. He leant over to pick up a sheet, his hand brushing the tender skin of her thigh lightly and Zoe's breath caught in her throat.

Zoe frowned at him, "are you trying to seduce me?" she asked sternly and Zuko grinned unashamedly.

"Is it working?"

Zoe sniffed haughtily, "You're being rude. I told you not to disturb me when I'm working." She stared at her sheet, trying to calm her aroused body. She would not let Zuko win this.

Zuko moved his hand to her thigh, lightly tracing his fingers up the sensitive skin. "That's not fair." he argued, "You started it. And don't say you had no idea."

His hand came to a halt right at the top of her leg and Zoe's skin felt like it was on fire as tingles coursed through her body.

"It's not my fault if you can't restrain yourself. You're an overly-hormonal teenage boy." She told him, breathing quickly.

Zuko smirked, "I wasn't until I met you. You brought it out of me. And then you seduced me! If it's anyone's fault, it's yours."

"Why are we playing the blame game?" Zoe snapped frowning. But, Zuko didn't answer, instead he leant forward, lifting the hair from Zoe's shoulder and placed his lips to the base of her neck.

Zoe's breath caught in her throat and her stomach clenched. "Because," murmured Zuko against her skin, "you won't admit that you've lost this fight."

Zoe exhaled slowly, closing her eyes, "No, you're wrong." She said slowly, "I'll admit it and I'll even surrender with pride." Zuko's heart skipped a beat and a smiled curled the corner of his mouth. "But, that doesn't mean I want you showing mercy."

Zuko kissed her neck again, a little rougher this time, his teeth grazed the surface before he nipped her skin sharply and Zoe gasped. "Oh believe me." Zuko told her, "I don't intend to."

But, before Zuko had a chance to attack her further, she had jumped from under his grasp and run to the door. He stared at her as she bolted the lock, then ran to the windows and shut the curtains in a rush. After no longer than a single heartbeat she was flying back to the couch and seated comfortably on Zuko's lap.

"No…'sisterly' interruptions this time." She told him, a devious smile playing around her mouth. Zuko grinned, then without hesitation he pulled her to him and hungrily took her lips with his own.

Ever since their first night together it had been nearly impossible to keep their hands off each other. With that final barrier in their relationship removed, the most intimate act of love shared between them, they now had no hesitation in exploring further into these acts. In fact, Zuko found himself getting lost in thought and zoning out more than he ever had in his life as he dreamt of their escapades. Of course these moments of day dreaming also came with an inconvenient tent in his pants. It wasn't his fault. In fact it was perfectly explainable, if anyone else knew the mischievous and tauntingly sensuous side to Zoe they wouldn't be at all surprised by his distracted, and rather horny mind. Especially right now as said woman was snaking her hand down Zuko's chest, her fingers sliding deftly under the band of his pants. His heart missed a beat and his stomach clenched as a jolt of pleasure shot through him as Zoe's hand closed around his erection tightly and he growled lowly into her mouth, holding her tighter. Zoe's tongue wrapped around his as she kissed him urgently, shifting closer as she began to move her hand up and down his arousal firmly, stealing a moan from the back of Zuko's throat. Her lips curled into a smile against his mouth and her hand tightened even further. Zoe always took pride in the fact that she could make Zuko lose control in a way that no one else could.

Lost in a world of pleasure, Zuko kissed Zoe almost brutally, her hand moving hard along his desperately aroused member. He could feel her smiling against his lips and he mentally narrowed his eyes; so she thought she was winning, did she? Quite impressively, he grabbed Zoe around her waist and twisted her round so that she lay on her back on the couch and he had total control above her. Zoe had lost her grip on Zuko and he had taken charge, his hands fumbling slightly as he quickly undid her top; she was wearing the clothes she had so favoured before the war had ended. But, no longer for he quickly threw the material aside. Nearly groaning at the sight of her perk, round breasts, Zuko's heated hands found their way to the mounds, kneading the flesh and teasing her hardened nipples.

Zoe moaned softly, pushing Zuko's shirt off his shoulders and he hastened to remove it from his body while Zoe's hands continued, for a second time, down his body. She stroked his throbbing cock through his pants and Zuko groaned roughly, his hands moving to quickly rid Zoe of any remaining pieces of attire. He was forced to pause so to remove his own trousers and underclothes. He looked down to see Zoe smiling at him and he smiled back, then leant down to kiss her lips softly, but Zoe could feel the urgency in the embrace. She reached between them and grabbed his cock tightly before thrusting her hips hard into his, her arms moving to wrap around him as he buried himself deep inside of her. Immediately she linked her legs around him and he began to thrust, hard, within her.

Breathing heavily Zuko captured Zoe's lips roughly with his, sucking on her bottom her bottom lip urgently before his tongue flicked up to graze the inner flesh of her mouth. Zoe moaned against him, her hips moving fluidly with his and his thrusts became faster, more urgent as he was nearer to his climax than Zoe. Breaking off the kiss, Zuko's lips and tongue trailed heatedly down her neck and she panted beneath him, her hands clutching at his back. Zuko could feel his stomach muscle clenching as he neared completion and he slid his hand down Zoe's stomach, two of his fingers swirling in the top of Zoe's womanhood and she cried out loud, her back arching into him and her hips moving frantically against his. He held her tightly with one hand, thrusting harder and rubbing his fingers over her clit until finally his breath came in a shuddering gasp and he let out a cry of pleasure as he made came in side her. Zoe moaned beneath him, breathing heavily as she reached her own climax, her muscles clenching around him.

Between breaths Zuko kissed Zoe weakly on her jaw moving his head slowly to her mouth where he tenderly captured her lips. He pulled out of her slowly and collapsed, as well as one could on a couch, beside her, pulling her to his chest. She tucked her head under his chin contentedly, relishing in the glowing aftermath that washed over her.

Zuko stroked her waist gently, a small smile curving his lips and he breathed in the warm scent that was Zoe. "I should distract you from your work more often." He breathed, his voice sending a shiver down Zoe's spine.

"You're a good persuader." She admitted, a smile forming on her face.

Zuko chuckled, his chest bouncing Zoe's head. "I know."

Zoe slapped his side, "Your ego could fill this whole palace."

"I can just tell how much you like it." He replied, his smirk growing even larger.

Zoe's face flushed, "You're so full of yourself." She mumbled into his chest and Zuko's heart warmed.

He kissed the top of her head softly, but before he could say a word there was a sharp knock at the door.

Both he and Zoe turned to look at the bolt, double checking that it was locked. Zoe breathed a sigh of relief; it was. "I have the map that will guide us to Lady Ursa." said a melodious voice that could only belong to Min. "Shall I bring it in?"

Zuko looked at Zoe alarmed. "Uh…" he said, his voice rough. He cleared his throat. "Actually, it's a bit of a mess in here. It would only get lost…could you, uh, hold on to it for a bit longer? I'll have this room cleaned up by tomorrow."

There was a moment of silence. "As you wish." replied Min and Zoe's heart pounded in her chest against Zuko's. "Would Zoe be with you by any chance? I've been looking for her."

Zoe bit her lip, a strange urge to laugh hitting her at Zuko's completely flustered face. She shifted her leg, her thigh brushing Zuko's manhood and he had to bite back a moan as his hand clutched Zoe's waist tightly. "Uuhm, no she isn't in here, Min." he said quickly. "Try her bedroom!"

"Thank you."

There was silence as the two listened to the pair of retreating footsteps. Zuko turned to glare at Zoe who was still stifling her laughter.

"You are a…a…some kind of devil! That's what you are." Hissed Zuko, "sent to taunt me with your devious, little-"

But, Zoe cut him off with a kiss, one hand on the side of his face. They broke apart and Zoe smiled at him, "What sort of devious tricks do I have?" she whispered.

Zuko's eyes narrowed, but a small smirk hooked to corner of his mouth. "Why don't you show me?"

With a sigh, Zoe plonked herself in her seat by her desk and her eyes scanned the empty surface. She wanted to finish the letter she had been writing the previously that week before Aang had fetched her to meet Min. It was a letter to her foster parents. Frowning she leant forward and riffled through her blank sheets of parchment perched on her desk, searching for the sheet, but she could not see it. She flipped through her draws, under paperweights, everywhere.

Shrugging, though feeling rather annoyed, she decided it must have blown to the floor and a servant had thrown it in the garbage. She would just have to write it again. But, the whole situation put her mind in a state of frustration that she refused to write it again right now. She had written so much, and it had taken so long! She wasn't even sure if she was going to send it, but it was nice to get everything written out at least. But, that fact that it was now missing thoroughly aggravated her. She pushed away from her desk suddenly. Zuko said that courting her was only frowned upon; she didn't need to rush into anything. Besides, she had far too much to think about right now. The trouble in the main city that was preventing them from leaving to find Zuko's mother was the first of her priorities right now.

"Zuko, I have a…curious report for you." said Iroh, walking into Zuko's office and spotting his nephew sitting atop his messy desk.

"What is it?" asked Zuko, glancing up briefly before his eyes flicked back down to the news paper clipping he held in his hand.

"Let me ask this way…" said his Uncle, tapping his chin, "have you and the blue spirit been in contact recently?"

Zuko's eyes snapped up, locking on Iroh's. "It's not me." He said immediately. He gestured to the clipping her held in his hand, "I've just been reading about it." He looked down to read out a piece of the article to his Uncle. "'The legendary Blue Spirit reappears. Troublesome gang's, exploitation, and the numerous outbreaks of city violence that the Fire Lord was unable to end have been coming to a halt. Rumour has it the many sightings of this evasive spirit aren't a coincidence…'" Zuko looked up, "I'm not sure what to think about this." He admitted.

Iroh frowned and sat down in the vacant chair by Zuko's desk. "So someone is impersonating your cover as the blue spirit…" he said wonderingly, "either to help you, or to destabilize you...I cannot be sure." Iroh stroked his beard and Zuko waited for him to continue speaking. "I think it is too big of a risk to leave this 'person' running freely about the city." He decided, his eyes locking on Zuko's and his nephew nodded in understanding.

"I'll go tonight." he said, folding the piece of paper and throwing it on top of the rest of the mess that coated his desk.

"Be careful, nephew." said Iroh suddenly. "It's possible that this is all a trap. A lure. Something to draw you in and take you unguarded."

Iroh was very serious, but Zuko smirked. "They're yet to come face to face with the real blue spirit."

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