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She leaned down to kiss him and rubbed his chest. He ran his hands up and down her sides and back. He just couldn't get enough of this girl. His hands were all over her. He couldn't handle her being in control much longer. He'd admit he loved having her on top of him, but he wanted more.

Not long after, he broke their kiss and sat up, panting. He ran his hands from her hips to the sides of her breast, cupping them in his hands. He leaned down, sucking on the valley between her breasts. He had found a new sweet spot. She put her arms around his neck and pulled him closer. He nibbled and sucked. His goal was to a leave a hickey on every spot that his lips met on her skin.

She let out a moan as she leaned down to latch onto his neck. He growled and pushed her down onto her back. He laid lightly ontop of her and never broke the contact between his lips and her skin.

"Zuko," She breathed out pushing him up.

"Hm?" He grumbled, still not letting go. Hearing her breathe in and out slowly and her silence scared him. "What?" He asked lifting himself up and looking at her. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing, it's just...never mind."

"I'm not going to do anything you don't want me to."

"I know, it's just we- it's nothing, Zuko."

"No, no, no. I told you something I wasn't comfortable with. Your turn." He said laying down beside her.

"Well, it's just that we've just met each other and we're already doing so much and we haven't even sa-..never mind, Zuko. I'm tired." She said turning over onto her side and pulling the covers over her head. He huffed and stripped of his robes, shoes, and shirt. He crawled underneath the sheets and pulled her close.

Katara woke up the next morning without Zuko beside her. She figured he was with his father or in his room and since it was early, she decided to take a stroll around the palace.

She gazed at portait after portrait wondering who they were and what that had done to earn a spot on the palace's walls.

"Katara?" A familiar voice called. Katara turned her view from a painting to her right.

"Hey, uh, Ching?" She shrugged slightly.

"Yeahp, it's me, Ching." He smiled at her. "Oh," He gasped. "Pardon my horrible manners. Good Morning, Lady Katara." He said bowing.

"Oh, ha. You don't have to do that. Zuko and I aren't married...yet." She smiled.

"Ah," He smirked. "But won't he be a lucky man once you are? Hm.." He seemed to growl, looking her up and down. She was still in clothes she threw on last night. She meant to pull a robe on, but her mind was fogged and she forgot.

"Uh. Sure." The way he was looking at her freaked her out a bit and she went back to looking at the portrait.

"That was Sozins wife, but her name slips my mind." He informed her. Katara nodded. "So, uh. Where is the prince?" He asked stepping closer.

"I don't know." She shrugged again and walked down the hall to gaze at another painting...well, really to get away from him, but it didn't really work.

"That would be Lady Ursa and Princess Azula." Katara nodded. He was starting to piss her off. "You know...we noticed that neither you or the prince made it to dinner," Ching said stepping behind her.

"Yes." She nodded again.

"And the fact that he slept in your room, instead of his own." Katara let out a huff before nodding again. "If only," He said turning her to face him. "I could taste what he does..."

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Zuko was just minding his business, walking the halls when he turned the corner and saw...

He had her pressed against the wall with his lips pressed against hers. His eyes widened and his heart stopped. He felt so sick. He felt like all his guts and his heart would just spill out onto the palace floors. He felt as if he were watching himself watch this. Like he was numb to any other feeling other than sickness and rage. He would kill that boy. He'd kill him. There were thousands of ways Zuko could do it himself and with prince as his title, thousands more would come to him and they could all be fulfilled. Suddenly, the rage was overcome by the sickness and new feeling: heart break.

He turned quickly on his heel and rushed for his bathroom. He hovered over his toilet. He felt his stomach muscles contract, but nothing happened. It just hurt him physically. He choked on his own breath. He sat beside his toilet and rested his head against the cool tile wall.

Zuko covered his face with his hands and began to cry, nearly sobbing. Katara was the one. He knew it. Out of all the girls he had met, she made him feel the best. That was all she was supposed to do. Make him feel good and now all he wanted to do was pull his veins out one by one. He slammed the side of his fist against his tub, cracking it.

He loved this girl...and now...he didn't even want to think about it.

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Katara pushed him away from her and slapped him hard across his face. She stomped on his foot before storming away.

She slammed her door and put her hair up in a messy ponytail. She grabbed some new clothes and decided to take a bath. She felt so dirty after that.

Ew, ew, ew. She thought, turning on her water and rubbing her arms. She felt absolutly disgusting after that. He was so icky!The only thing she knew about him was his name!

She stepped into the hot water and almost instanlty felt better.

After her bath and Breakfast she spent some time out in the garden. Just messing around with her water bending. She fed the turtle ducks and thought about her family. She felt so alone here. She knew she had Zuko and Ursa...even Ozai was pretty nice to her, but they just wern't her family yet.

She loved Zuko. Really, she did, but she wasn't about to say it before he did. Her 'we just met excuse' was sorry and was getting old even for her. She wanted to do so much with him and she was ready, but small part of her wasn't about to do anything before she knew he loved her.

She missed him and decided to go see him.

He was laying there with his sheets pulled half way up his bare chest with his hands behind his head and his hair out of it's usual top knot.

"Hey, handsome," She said with a smile as she closed the door behind her. She heard him grunt and she saw him roll his eyes. "What?" She asked. "What's wrong?" She asked crawling up onto his bed and sitting next to him. She leaned in for a kiss: rejected. "Zuko! I haven't seen you all day."

"Well, obviously you didn't miss me."

"What are you talking about? Of course I did." She said getting defencive.

"That's not what I heard from Ching."

Katara gasped. "What!?"

"You like him more, don't you?" He asked with a growl in his voice. "Because he's closer to your age? He's better looking than me? Skinnier?"

"What? Zuko, he kissed me!"

"Yeah, okay."

"Whatever!" Katara said almost jumping off his bed. His heated hand grabbed her arm and pulled her back down. She gasped and looked at her arm. He had burned her.

"Katara!" Zuko took her by her waist and placed her in his lap and held her arm to look at it.

"No," She pushed on him. "Let me go. Get off!" She cried literally, tears streaming down her face. She pulled herself out of his grip and held her arm. She paced around his floors for a second before sitting in a chair not far from her bed. She knew if she left his room and people saw her crying with a burn on her arm, word would get to Ozai and Ursa and then it wouldn't be long until her parents found out and she knew her father would kill him and feed him to his arctic bears as a special little treat. She also knew how Ozai got pissed when Azula only lied to her, Zuko had burned her and, to be honest, she was more afraid of what the fire king would do more than what her father would.

"Katara..I..Katara I'm sorry. I didn't mean to!" Zuko cried from the edge of his bed. Zuko looked franticlly around his room. "Katara, we need to run it under cool water. I'm serious." He told her, standing up slowly. She looked at him and she seemed to silently ask "is there anything else that can help".

Zuko nodded and led her to his bathroom. He turned his faucet on cold for her. He wanted to cry again when he saw what he had done. It was a perfect hand print of his. He looked away in shame, but noticed a plant on his counter. An aloe plant he placed there long ago after he had burned his leg while fire practicing. He broke off a leaf and squeezed it.

"Katara," He said softly. "This will help." He told her handing it out to her. She nodded slowly and removed her arm from under the faucet. He gently took her arm in his left hand and placed the aloe on her skin.

"I know you didn't mean to," She choked out. "It hurts."

"I know. I know it does, Katara. And I am so, so, so sorry." She looked up from her arm to him. She couldn't stay mad at those amber eyes for long.

"It's okay." She whispered. He wrapped his arms around her waist and hugged her. He lifted her up and placed her on his counter top.

"I'm sorry I didn't kiss you," He paused looking her in her gorgeous blue eyes. "And I'm sorry I yelled at you and I'm sorry I was mean and I'm especially sorry that I burned you." He said placing his hands lightly on her hips.

"It's okay." He smiled and kissed her.

at you, I was mad at him and I'm sorry I took it out on you."

"It's okay."

"And..um...I love you, Katara and I would never hurt you." He kissed again, but with passion. She kissed him back, deepening the kiss. She placed her arms around his neck lighty and he wrapped his arms around her.

"I love you, too." She mummbled in a break. He picked her up and carried her to his bed.

She smiled as they both got comfortable in his bed. She snuggled against him and rested her head on his chest and closed her eyes for a good night's rest.

Next chapter will be the preparation of Zuko's Birthday and the one after that will be his birthday ;p oh goodie!

This was suposed to go on through two chapters, but it didn't turn out that way. It was also suposed to be longer, but I'm going through some stuff right now so, please be patient.

I think I might end this soon, but I do have an idea for another story. That one might actually have the whole gang in it, but when I read those types of stories, I usually just scroll through for the parts were Zuko and Katara are in it and usually it's just them talking about the war and that bores me. Buuuut I also have another idea for an AU Zutara.

If I do write another story after this would you gusy rather have

A. Katara gets slpit from the gang (as usual] and gets hurt and Zuko helps her orrrr

B. Katara is a drug dealer (not drug do-er) and Zuko is a fighter (like that ultimate fighter stuff that our dads and brothers watch..and...us girls watch the reruns..come on you all know we all do) who likes his weed. There's a whole story inside the story. It's hard to explain without telling like, the whole story...but it's deep and sweet.