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This drabble is a lot more easy going than the last one... Anyone see the pattern?

Zutara Smexiness Round Six!

Faded:

Zuko walked down the extravagant hall, exhausted from the day of meetings and paperwork. Right now, he was seriously looking forward to sleeping in his nice big bed cuddled up with his beautiful wife.

Finally reaching his room, he shut the door behind him. Reaching up, he undid the annoying topknot, letting his hair fall free from its confinement. He had recently cut his shoulder length hair so it was short enough to just hang over his eyes, but long enough to be pulled up.

He quickly removed his heavy robes until he was only in his under clothes, glad to be free from his 'professional look.'

"Katara?" He questioned knocking on the bathroom door. "You in there?"

"Mhmmm. I'll be right out in a minute." Came the reply.

Zuko sat on the edge of the red and blue bed, waiting for his wife of two years to come join him. He smiled to himself as he remembered when he had proposed. It was five years after the war had ended. She was nineteen, and he was twenty-one.

He heard the door to the bathroom open. "Finally! I feel like it's been ages since I've seen-"

He stopped abruptly when his eyes caught her form. She wasn't wearing anything but a red tunic with gold trimming. It wouldn't have been such a big deal if it weren't for the fact that it dipped rather low on her rather full chest, and just barely covered her -ahem- lower region due to how it split. He suddenly didn't feel so exhausted anymore.

Katara sauntered over to him, hips sashaying almost teasingly. She stood between his legs once she had reached him, a smirk on her lips. Zuko immediately grasped her thin waist, trying not to look like a complete idiot. He stopped short when his hands brushed the thin material.

"Is this what I think it is?" He asked incredulously. "Did you seriously keep this?"

The tunic she was wearing was none other than the same one he had worn when they were teenagers, the same one he had used on the day he first joined Team Avatar.

"Of course I kept it!" She answered. "It's still in perfectly good shape, after all!"

He eyed the red clothing skeptically. "Are you kidding? The colors are completely faded! I thought I had gotten rid of this years ago!"

She fingered the hem, looking down at it. "I know it's faded and probably doesn't fit you anymore, but I couldn't bring myself to just throw it out! It just reminds me so much of the old days, you know?"

"Yeah, I get it. But I still don't believe we still have it."

She looked up, her crystal blue eyes holding a sultry expression. She smirked before leaning forward, her lips brushing his ear.

"If you don't like it, I can always take it off."

Zuko smirked back, his hands running up and down her sides before flipping her onto the bed, pinning her down on the cushions. He leaned down, kissing her roughly before moving his lips to her neck.

"I think it'll look better on the ground anyways."

With a flick of his wrist, the flames in the room went out.