Pairing: Suki and Zuko (But only Zuko is in this)
Rating: M

A sliding door. The sound of a lock. A strong hand on the shower door, on the faucet, turning the water on. The rustle of shorts as they are taken off, falling to the floor. A face in the mirror, tucking some hair behind his ear. Eyes raking over his face, his naked self.

"I don't think it's too bad," Zuko mumbled over the sound of the water, running his hands over his long abdomen, "I mean…" He laughed to himself, rolling his eyes as he turned from the mirror, stepping into the shower.

His head ducked into the water first, his hair and face being soaked with the hot liquid. He had always loved taking showers for sone reason. Something about being cased in the warmth of hot water and steam made his body relax like nothing else could.

Well there was another thing that helped him relax.

He always tried to justify masterbateing, saying that he just needed a release. That the dopamine that flooded his brain would even him out, allow him to think clearly. While both of these things were great benefits of said activity, the fact of the matter is he just loved doing it. Even though he would never admit to that.

Things had become more complicated though, mostly cause of her.

Cause of Suki.

It was the only thing on his mind as his arm rested on the tile wall in front of him, his head pressing to his forearm. His other arm went around his waist, holding himself there as he let his mind wander. He did not address the guilt that came with these thoughts, but puched them out of his mind to make way for the things that would fuel his desires.

Full lips. Those ruby red lips. Big eyes. Grey. No they were blue. Violet. Who the hell had violet eyes? She did. Soft, milky skin. Thin waist. Full hips. Those hips is what he liked the best.

Zuko imagined his hands circling her waist, his finger tips dancing across her skin like flames. His fingers nails dug into her soft skin, pulling her to the expanse of his solid frame. He imagined it, commanding his body to respond to the imaginary stimulus.

His erection became apparent, a throaty gran pressing its way out of him as his hand traveled down his stomach, capturing his hardness in his hand. With his thumb, middle and ring fingers wrapped around himself he started to pull.

His mind stayed focused on what he was doing to her in his mind. On that strong, yet so delicate, body that was his to touch, to tease, to worship. And worship he did. He imagined his lips on her milky skin, kissing and tasking her. Those tender violet eyes locked on him, looking at him.

He, more than anything, just wanted her to look at him. He wanted her to see him loving her in the most intimate of ways. He wanted her to see that he could be amazing. That he, despite being a total disaster, would treat her as nothing less than the goddess that she was.

This is what Zuko thought of as he grit his teeth, eyes clenching shut, hips arching into his hand. His mind flashed to having her under him. Bodies grinding. Fingers in hair. Puffed out lips. Those eyes on him. Those fucking eyes.

She was with him in the shower in that moment, his forehead pressing into her temple, their bodies combined in the most amazing and intimate of ways. "Suki…" he sighed into her ear, his nose buried into her auburn hair. "I love you, Suki."

The jolt of an orgasm that riped though his body pulled him away from her, leaving him standing alone in the shower as he came. He tried to force his mind back to her, to the beautiful woman who's faith in him had lead him to love her in a new and unexpected way. He was not able to though, and he was just left alone, basking in the pulsating pleasure that coursed though his body.

Zuko opened his eyes as he looked down at himself, his hand still on his now flaccid penis. He stood up in the shower pulling his hand away from himself. He pressed his back to the tile wall behind him, letting himself slide down it till he was sitting on the floor of the shower. His elbows rested on his knees, his hands in his hair as the shower head rained water all over him.

Then the guilt came, making his stomach drop. He should not be thinking about her like that. She was his body guard, his friend, the girlfriend of a friend. "What the fuck is wrong with me?" His knees fell, sending his hands to his lap and head to the wall behind him.

He thought again about those eyes. About how they never looked at him with anything but concern, with anything but admiration. He could tell that much about her after all. He was not sure what, if anything, that meant for other emotions. He hoped there was more, he prayed there was more. In the meantime he was content in stewing in the wake of what was those violet eyes, at least for now anways.