Katara sits with Zuko for almost a whole hour, mostly in
silence. Her heart feeling content to just stay by Zuko’s side.
But then her feet become numb and her stomach rumbles.
“Come on,” Katara says, standing to her feet, she wobbles
for a second before straightening herself.
“I don’t want to go back,” Zuko grumbles, looking to Katara
as she picks up her hat.
“I didn’t say we were going back,” Katara scoffs, “Come on.”
“Where are we going?” Zuko asks, Katara offers her hand and
helps the Fire Lord to his feet.
“It’s a secret,” she smiles, taking his hand and leading him
away. They slip past the guards and then Katara leads Zuko away from the
“Where are we going?” Zuko asks, for the thousandth time.
“You’ll see,” Katara laughs, “Be patient.”
“You know, kidnapping the Fire Lord is a punishable
offence,” Zuko says, grumbling as Katara continues to lead him away, not once
has she let go of his hand.
“Well you can punish me
as much as you like when we get there,” Katara says, shock by the sultriness of
Katara’s comment manages to spark a smile to the Fire Lords
face and he finds himself hurrying along with Katara.
Katara leads him to a small cottage, hidden in the woods
resting alongside a calm river.
“What is this place,” Zuko gapes, marvelling at the
serenity, “it looks so… peaceful.”
“It belonged to a woman I helped,” Katara says, “The first
time I was the Painted Lady, I met a woman, she told me that when she owned
this cottage in the woods for whenever she needed to get away from her home.”
Katara walks up onto the porch and then opens the already
“She offered this house up to me as tribute to the Painted
Lady,” Katara says, crossing the threshold, Zuko remains outside, “Come on,”
Katara says, squeezing his hand, “No one will find us here.”
Zuko stays outside, not crossing the threshold, his eyes
haunted as if he’s trapped in a horrible memory.
“Hey,” Katara says, stepping back outside, “It’s alright.”
“Kat,” he chokes, “I…”
“You don’t have to talk,” Katara says after Zuko flounders
for a moment, “It’s alright.”
Katara steps forward and goes to her toes as she wraps her
arms around Zuko’s neck, drawing him close as he sighs and holds her tight.
Zuko’s shoulders quiver as he cries, his tears staining
“It’s alright,” Katara soothes, running her hand through
Zuko’s oily hair.
Katara leads Zuko inside, she takes off her hat and places
it by the door.
“I don’t want anything to eat,” Zuko grumbles when Katara
goes to the kitchen.
“Fine,” she huffs, throwing off her hood, “We’ll start with
a bath then.”
When Katara looks to Zuko she finds him staring at her in
shock, his blood shot eyes stare at her as if she has a second head growing
from her shoulder.
Katara’s cheeks redden as she realizes that Zuko is staring
at the long pins in her hair.
“You kept them,” he breathes.
“You can ogle the pins as much as you like, once you in the
bath,” Katara says, taking Zuko to the bathroom. She fills the bath with warm
water and then turns to leave.
“Stay,” he says, so quietly that Katara almost misses it,
Katara nods her head reassuringly, she feels compelled to
turn around when Zuko begins to strip, the notion make Zuko laugh, the laughter
sends a spark of roaring fire to Katara’s chest, her skin blushes at the heat.
She hears Zuko get in the water and she turns back around.
Katara watches Zuko use the cloth on his chest, she becomes
mesmerised in his moments.
“Would you prefer to do it for me?” Zuko asks, smirking
Katara’s cheeks redden, she doesn’t take Zuko up on his
offer, instead she moves behind him and sets to washing his hair.
“You know,” Zuko rumbles as Katara massages his head with
shampoo, “This bath would be better with you in it.”
“Don’t be ridiculous,” Katara scoffs, “We both wouldn’t fit,
spirits, you hardly fit by yourself.”
Katara rinses Zuko’s hair out and then puts conditioner into
“Was this a subtle was to say that I stink?” Zuko asks as
Katara rinses out his hair again.
“Well… you don’t anymore,”
“Uncle always knew how to make everything seem alright,”
Zuko says, his voice soft as a whisper as he goes still in the tub, “Even when
“I’m so sorry, Zuko,” Katara says, placing her hands on his
shoulders, “He was a great man and an excellent teacher.”
Zuko leans forward and Katara watches as he wipes a hand
down his face.
She jumps back in shock as Zuko stands, he turns and
Katara’s whole face turns red as she behold Zuko’s naked frame. Though he has
aged, his body is still in peek physical shape, every inch of him is finely
toned and muscular.
Zuko steps out of the tub and stands in front of Katara,
Katara keeps her eyes on Zuko’s as she stands to her feet quickly. She desperately
wishes to reach out and touch Zuko, to feel his abs under her hands and just
connect with him again, but Katara shows excellent self-control.
“Wha-” Katara can’t even form a coherent sentence as Zuko
scoops her up into his arms without a word.
Katara tries not to think too much about how warm Zuko feels
under her hand, but she cannot ignore the spark of electricity that is flying
Zuko carries Katara to the bedroom.
“You’re over dressed,” he says, his voice deep and guttural,
she can’t help but laugh as Zuko throws her on the bed, “It’s a crime to be
better dressed than the Fire Lord.”
Zuko crawls up between Katara’s legs.
“You have no idea how much I’ve missed you,” Zuko growls,
taking off Katara’s shoes.
Katara puts her bare foot to Zuko’s chest and smiles, her
eyes sparkle with mischief as she licks her tantalising lips.
“I think I can guess,” she says, her eyes flick to his
growing erection. Her foot starts to make its way down his chest, leaving a
burning line of heat in its wake.
Zuko grabs Katara’s foot before it can get too low, and
places a kiss to it, he kisses up her leg, pushing her dress up as he goes. Zuko
abandons the leg and then takes the pins from Katara’s hair, carefully putting
them aside as Katara’s hair falls down her back.
Zuko then unties Katara’s silk sash that hangs around her
waist and then he undresses her, practically ripping the clothes from her body,
as if he were a starved man and Katara is his banquet.
Katara’s chest heaves, her breath hitches in excitement as
Zuko stares at her naked body, devouring her with his gaze, it has been a long
time since a man has looked at her like that, with such raw and primal passion just
lingering beneath the surface.
Katara’s nipples are already erect when Zuko cups her
breast, lowering his mouth to bite the nipple teasingly while his hand toys
with the other.
“You kidnaped the Fire Lord,” Zuko says, “It’s time for your
Before Katara can register what’s happening, Zuko ties her
hands together and then ties them to the bed head.
Katara smiles as Zuko continues to ravish Katara’s body,
trailing kisses down her body.
“Is this ok?” Zuko asks softly as he presses his lips to
Katara’s hips. Katara nods her head, she is unable to form any words, her heart
is pounding in excitement as Zuko continues to go lower.
Zuko licks his lips, keeping eye contact with Katara as his
tongue pokes out of his mouth, before Katara can open her mouth to encourage
him, Zuko begins to suck Katara’s clit.
He puts her legs over his shoulders as his tongue swirls
around the small bud. Katara moans and her hips grind down, making her back
arch off the bed. Zuko looks up at Katara, at the water bender writhing beneath
He adds a finger and Katara’s eyes widen, as the finger
slowly pumps in and out of her as Zuko’s warm tongue continues to ravish her.
“More,” Katara begs, her voice so soft and breathless, “Zuko.”
Zuko stops, making Katara whine in protest, but when she
feels the head of his slick cock at her entrance she begins to curl her toes in
“Is this ok?” Zuko
asks again, he takes Katara’s legs off his shoulders and waits.
“Please,” Katara pleads, nodding her head eagerly.
Zuko kisses Katara’s shoulder as he slowly enters her,
fingering her clit gently as he pushes in his full length, pausing so Katara
can readjust to his size.
When Zuko is fully planted inside her, Katara’s eyes widen,
she had almost forgotten what it was like to take such a large package; Zuko is
definitely more endowed than Aang.
Zuko slowly starts to pull out of Katara, almost getting all
the way out before he thrusts in again. Katara’s moans are like heaven to Zuko
as he fastens his movements, thrusting into her harder, with more urgency.
Katara screams out in pleasure as she and Zuko become lust driven, enthralled
in passion and an indescribable need for each other.
As Zuko drives Katara to climax, she pulls out of her binds and
pushes back against Zuko. She pushes back until she sits in Zuko’s lap, Katara
climaxes as she rides Zuko, his finger tangle in her hair as he presses his
lips to her neck, lightly skimming her flesh with his teeth.
Katara pushes Zuko down and grinds down on him hard. Her
orgasm rips through her, causing her to scream as she cums, her whole body
seems to light on fire as Zuko places his hands on her hips, pushing her down as
he thrusts upwards.
Katara’s orgasm is prolonged when Zuko pushes her back down
to the bed and thrusts into her roughly, he pulls her hair and bites at her
exposed neck. He curses out as his erection seems to harden inside Katara.
Katara wraps her legs around Zuko’s hips, he drives into her harder; they
almost fall off the bed as he pushes into her the final time.
Katara pushes Zuko off of her as she tries to catch her
breath, Zuko rolls onto his back and Katara moves next to him, wrapping her
left leg over his hip as she draws him closer.
“You’re so warm,” Katara purrs, snuggling up to Zuko, he responds by wrapping his arm around her and kissing the top of her head.
“It’s a fire bender thing,” he smiles, “Just like water
benders are naturally cold.”
“Excuse me?” Katara laughs.
“It’s not an insult,” Zuko assures, “Just an observation.
Maybe it’s why we’re so good together; we balance each other out.”
Zuko and Katara lay together in bliss, both feeling completely satisfied for the first time in decades.
“I lied,” Katara breathes, breaking the silence as she tightens her hold on Zuko, “When I said that I loved Aang more
than I love you, it was a lie. The truth is, I love you more than I’ve ever
loved anyone before. I love you so much it hurts.”
“I know,” Zuko says, squeezing Katara’s shoulder, “Figured
you must have some feelings for me, otherwise you would have taken the necklace
Katara touches the betrothal necklace that still hangs around
her throat. Katara smiles and then pulls herself up to straddle Zuko’s hips.
She runs her hands up his chest and over his shoulder, she
lowers herself so her chest presses against his as she kisses his lips.
Zuko moans in content, Katara’s hands on him push away every
pain that he has ever felt, they make him relax as they wipe away all the tension
in his shoulders.
“Spirits,” Zuko sighs as Katara lays on his chest, “I wish
we could go back; I would have never let you go.”
“We can’t go back,” Katara breathes, tracing the lines of
the scar on Zuko’s chest, the scar he got for saving her life, “But maybe it’s
not too late to run.”
“Run?” Zuko asks, propping himself up onto his elbows as
Katara sits up.
“Let’s just run away,” Katara says, her heart racing in fear
and excitement, “Leave it all behind and go somewhere they’ll never find us.”
Zuko opens his mouth to answer, but his answer is cut off
when a bloodcurdling scream calls out through the woods.
I like to believe that Layton would be flat chested and cutesy as a female, while on the other hand, Descole would be this damn sexy and well endowed lady. Descole would still be a little shit (because it’s a universal constant) and flaunt her boobs around and tease Layton about her own. In secret, Layton would admire Descoles boobs.