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I Hate Being Married To You

Chapter 5

"Every time we fight, I know it's not right

Every time that you're upset and I smile

I know I should forget but I can't"

Katara felt better than she had in months!

After being invited to compete in the Olympics, Katara began training. Like training all day, fighting hard against fellow members of her team, and learning even more about martial arts, and she didn't even believe that that was possible.

It felt great to be a part of something, and being asked to represent American and actually getting to do it was a dream come true.

Zuko still annoyed her though, but since she was gone so much they didn't even have time to eat dinner together or even see each other very often. If they communicated it was strictly through text message.

"Good fight today!" One of her fellow team members, Trevor, complimented her as he opened his locker and as she grabbed her things and headed to the female showers.

He slid his eyes over her body, his eyes shining, and a smirk tugged at his pouty lips.

He had the most beautiful eyes that she had ever seen. They were the oddest hue. They looked like a dark gray from a distance but when closely observed, they were a pretty pale purple. It was due to a pigmentation deficiency but it fit him perfectly.

He had shaggy blonde hair like he was a surfer boy, and bulging arms that rippled with every harsh breath.

Damn that under armor.

But she could not deny it. Great Agni, he was beautiful.

However, Trevor was also one of Zuko's best friends and even an investor in Zuko's company.

Katara knew that Trevor had a thing for her. Zuko had even had a talk with Trevor about it once, but Zuko didn't care about her anymore, so what was a little harmless flirtation?

What were the odds of them both being picked to compete in the martial arts section of the Olympics anyway. It was as if fate was smiling down upon them.

Or at least that was going to be the story if Zuko ever found out that she had a little crush on the blonde.

Katara smirked back at him, and linked her full pink lips as she turned towards the showers again, knowing that he was watching her.

"So... how are things with Zuko?" Trevor asked, and when Katara turned back around to face him, he was tugging his shirt over his head and she quietly sucked in a breath.

She had heard of the mystical eight pack before but never... never... would she have thought that she'd actually get to see one.

THEY EXISTED!

Then again, Zuko could have one, but she hadn't seen any part of his body beside his arms and neck for the past year.

Agni, she needed some male attention.

Trevor saw her starring and raised an eyebrow at her, his expression amused.

She blinked and batted her eyelashes at him. The coy act used to work in high school, maybe it would still work here.

…. But they... were in their twenties... sweet Agni... she had no idea what she was doing. Flirting like a high school girl?! And she was married! If her mother was alive shed bury her in her night clothes in the snow until she lost her stubborn resolve and apologized.

When looking back, her mother was kid of cruel. But hey, it got the job done, and Katara came out normal... she thought? Maybe?

Katara clutched the items in her hands tighter and started walking back to the showers.

It was then that she realized that she had never answered Trevor's question.

She turned around to find him leaning against a locker, just a towel draped around his nude lower body by this point.

Katara's cheek felt like they had just combusted into flames but she opened her mouth to state that she and Zuko were doing fine but instead something else came out.

"Terrible." She stated simply.

Trevor's face actually took on a look of concern.

"Do I need to beat him up?" He questioned, and Katara couldn't help but giggle and shake her head. Zuko and Trevor used to fight all the time, for they had met in college and rough housed all of the time. Katara used to love when they would fight in front of her.

Yeah, she was a whore.

Trevor's face lit up with a smile, his teeth straight and white. Dimples appeared on his cheeks, and Katara couldn't help but notice his masculine jaw line and high cheekbones.

"How about this? I'll only beat him up if I get to win you from him." Trevor said seriously, his eyes sliding up from her strong and sleek legs, to her slim waist, to her voluptuous breasts, and then to her perfect lips.

Katara felt the heat in her cheeks increase by what felt like hundreds of degrees. She couldn't just stand there and look like an idiot.

"I'm not some prize. Even if I was, you could never win me." Katara tossed these words over her shoulder as she waltzed into the female showers.

It was then that she realized that she'd forgotten her towel.

She couldn't risk going back there! It would ruin the effect of her flirty last words.

… She'd just air dry.

…...

Katara pulled her SUV into the paved driveway and as she hit her garage door clicker to activate the garage door, she was over run with shame.

She was a married woman and should be acting like it, no matter what was going on with her relationship.

However, once the garage door slid open, she noticed that Zuko's car was missing.

Her smooth forehead wrinkled into confusion. It was 9 pm., and Zuko got off work at around 6. So where was he?

Katara strode into her house, her kitten purring and rubbing her small body against her legs as soon as Katara opened the doors.

Katara lifted up the kitten into her arms, took her workout bag up to the master bedroom, and came back to the couch and turned on the TV.

As the kitten snuggled up into her lap, purring as Katara gently rubbed behind it's ears, Katara noticed that TMZ was on.

It was trashy, but it never ceased to highly amuse her.

Her mouth dropped open as the celebrity that they were mainly talking about appeared on the screen.

There was her husband, his palm delicately placed on the back of that skinny Japanese bitch that worked in his office.

"So Zuko was spotted AGAIN with this woman that works in his office today." One of the men said.

"She's hot, but so boring. Like, we tried speaking to her but she just has this boring monotonic voice. It was terrible." Another lady that was sitting in a spinning office chair said.

Katara watched the two stroll through the mob of paparazzi, their hands down and Zuko steering her through the crowd.

"He better be careful, his wife just signed on with the Olympic team. He may wanna watch it before he gets his ass kicked.!" The main guy in charge of the show stated, and everyone in the room began to laugh.

Suddenly the front door opened, and in strolled the man of the hour.

Katara jumped to her feet, holding the kitten to her chest.

"What the FUCK is this?!" Katara screamed at him.

Zuko looked at her in confusion until his golden cat-like eyes focused onto the screen.

"Shit." He said simply and Katara narrowed her ocean blue eyes at him.

"You better explain right now. I have my divorce lawyer on speed dial." Katara threatened.

Now it was Zuko's turn to be surprised.

"What?" He asked her, his voice lowering, a habit that he had when he was angered.

Katara realized what she had said, and it was true, she had been thinking of divorce. Instead of saving his ego and discrediting her claim, she simply nodded.

His eyes narrowed this time, anger so apparent in him that Katara thought that maybe steam would come easing out of his ears any second.

"You're giving up on me? On us?!" He exclaimed, jamming a thick finger into her face.

"No! YOU gave up on us when you started screwing Asian barbie!" Katara retaliated and Zuko looked at her harshly, before he chuckled.

"We went and ate at a bar beside the office the other day because she was having a rough day and she is newly divorced. Her husband said she was going to kill him by boring him to death, and he divorced her. It just happened and she didn't want to eat alone, and she was done for the day and wanted a drink, so we went. After people saw us, they have been harassing her. So, I escorted her to her car and followed her home to make sure that she made it safely. Then I went to the store and picked up a ton of shit for your cat!" Zuko explained, now worked up.

Katara looked over and saw that he was telling the truth. There had to be $500 worth of food, toys, and comfortable things for the cat to lay in on the dining room table.

However, Katara's anger didn't dissipate.

"You could have told me all that earlier! I don't even really believe you! I'm starting to think this relationship is just pointless! We haven't even had sex in a year! Maybe we should just end-!" Before Katara could finish her sentence, Zuko's lips were on hers and his hands caressing her body.

"You are mine." Zuko stated, nipping at Katara's neck and placing to hands on her bottom and squeezing forcefully.

"End of story." He murmured into her ear, before kissing her forcefully and pulling her closer into him.

Katara moaned into the kiss, her body heating up. As she pulled away from his lips to take a breath, she moaned out a name.

"Oh, Trevor."

A/N: I'M SO SORRY! I HAD EVERY INTENTION OF WRITING AN ANGRY SEX SCENE BUT THIS HAPPENED! But I promise that I'll have one next chapter for sure, I promise. Love y'all! MWAH! **throws cookies to the crowd** SORRY AGAIN