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“What the hell was that?” Katara exclaimed angrily as she stormed into Zuko’s office.
He was tensely leaning over his desk with his back to her. He visibly tensed further at her words then forced himself to stand up straight and pick up some papers before walking around his desk.
“Nothing,” he said shortly, his expression still clouded.
“Give me a break, you can’t just storm out of a meeting like that for absolutely no reason! I had to make up some stupid excuse for you!”
“I had to go.”
“Why?” Katara demanded.
Zuko’s eyes flared at her continued pushing.
“Because I had to! Would you just leave me alone!” he exclaimed standing from his desk to glare at her.
“Not until you tell me what’s wrong!”
“Why do you care? Because we’re such ‘good friends’?” he asked viciously, using her words from earlier that had stung like a wasp-scorpion had lashed him in his chest, and left him desperate for an escape lest he burn a hole through the table.
Katara paused, his tone startling her.
“We are good friends,” she said carefully, her own heart sinking.
Zuko broke. “We’re not just friends and you fucking know it!” he shouted.
Katara stared at him, stunned for a moment, before she coiled her own anger around her with the same power she gathered her infamous water whips.
“Well if we’re not friends then what are we, Zuko?!”
“You tell me!”
She held his angry gaze for a moment, chest heaving in the tense air. She seemed to wrestle with herself then screwed her face up angrily. “That’s such a fucking cop out!”
“No it’s not!” he retorted angrily, storming round to her side of the desk. “I’m going out of my mind, Katara!”
“Why?” she demanded.
“You! Because you, you’re just- argh!” he exclaimed, throwing his hands up in a frustrated gesture.
“If you can’t get your words together enough then show me!” Katara said challengingly, stepping towards him.
Zuko’s eyes snapped down to her in surprise, the words cutting through the swirling anger between them. She held his gaze firmly, eyes flashing. The air heaved with the sudden still tension. Zuko was struggling to believe what he’d just heard. “You want me to show you?” he asked quietly.
She closed the distance between them, keeping her eyes locked on his and felt a rush of satisfaction at the sharp intake of breath he took as their chests touched. “Show me,” she snarled.
Zuko held her lust-blown gaze for a moment. Then he suddenly surged forwards, capturing her mouth with his and lifted her against the wall in one smooth motion. Katara released a breathy moan as they finally, finally kissed. Zuko’s hands felt like they were going to burn through the fabric of her dress as he held her tightly to him, kissing her harshly in a clash of teeth and tongues.
He shifted to her jawline and worked his way down her neck with kisses that would be sure to bruise. “Zuko…” Katara exhaled breathlessly, the sound going straight to his dick.
“Fuck, say that again,” he panted against her neck before nudging the tunic aside at her chest and mouthing her breast through the remaining fabric.
“Ah, Zuko!” she cried out in pleasure, instantly tightening around him like a bow string, his name falling from her lips as easily as if this hadn’t been the first time she’d uttered them in the throes of ecstasy.
Zuko groaned, his cock throbbing at her cry and lifted his head to kiss her perfect lips again. Katara squeaked in surprise as he singed the tie of her tunic letting the whole thing fall apart at their feet before he pressed impossibly closer to her. She gasped at the feel of his chest pushing her into the wall as he sucked just below her jawline. She tugged at his tunic impatiently and darted forwards to nibble his ear. He shivered and shrugged off his tunic before kissing her with renewed vigour.
“Agni, you taste amazing Katara.”
“Wait till you get to the best bit,” she teased breathlessly against him, grinding herself down onto his painfully hard member.
Zuko groaned. “Anything… anything with you is the best bit,” he panted, latching his lips with hers again. He couldn’t keep his hands off her, couldn’t decide where he wanted to hold, squeeze, bite, lick, kiss first but none of that mattered because he was drowning in her and he’d never been more ecstatic. Katara was just as eager as he was, his strong grip on her back and her butt, the way he sent sparks skittering across the skin of her chest, the way he looked at her as if he could devour her with his eyes alone was quickly making her lose control as she tightened her grip on his hair, scratching her nails across his scalp harshly, lost to sensation.
“Katara, I’m really… fuck. Friends don’t do this, you know.”
“Tui, Zuko, we’re not just friends,” she panted.
“What are we then?”
She tugged his hair to pull him into a searing kiss.
“What do you want to be?” she whispered harshly.
“Yours,” he rasped without hesitation, pulling her away from the wall and backing into his desk. Katara eagerly planted her knees either side of his hips and instinctively rolled her hips over his, groaning at his hard member jutting insistently into her.
Zuko pushed himself further backwards onto the desk, pulling her with him so she was firmly positioned in his lap. “Fuck…” he exhaled, running his hands up her body and swiping his thumbs across her nipples through her sarashi.
Katara keened and pulled him back towards her as she rode him through his pants. “Oh spirits,” she panted breathlessly.
He kissed her passionately, locking his tongue with hers as they rocked against each other. He flicked his fingers more confidently against her nipples straining through the fabric of her underwear. Katara grabbed him closer, urging him on desperately. “Oh Tui, yes, yes….” she moaned as he thumbed the erect points, cupping her breasts firmly in his large hands.
He felt her urgent moan as her pace increased and her rhythm grew erratic as she helplessly ground against him. He felt a sudden rush of amazement at the beautiful woman in his lap, exposing her most vulnerable self to him and allowing him to be the one to make her fall apart in the best way. He dug his fingers into her hip bones and firmly took over, moving her body against his in a way that made everything else disappear from his mind. The change of pace shocked Katara and she completely let go, trusting entirely in Zuko to get her where she desperately needed to go.
“Fuck,” Zuko managed between clenched teeth as he held himself off for as long as possible. Suddenly Katara released a high moan, his name just coherent as she came apart in his arms.
Zuko thought he’d died, nothing in the world compared to the sight and with a strangled sound of his own he reached his climax too, letting his head fall onto her shoulder as he held her tightly against him. He continued dragging her up and down his softening length, his pace slowing as they came down together.
“You’re so fucking hot,” he murmured into her hair.
Katara exhaled a chuckle as she carded her fingers through his ruined top knot, getting his attention before she kissed him deeply again.
They pulled apart to breathe, foreheads still pressed together, eyes closed as they savoured the glorious moment and the connection they felt. Zuko ran his hands slowly up and down her back, squeezing her to him, his fingers curling desperately into her crumpled tunic as he struggled to calm down, her presence amping him back up.
Katara pressed her body against his, her arms wrapped around his shoulders, delighting in how her soft body felt against his strong frame.
“Well….” Katara said.
Zuko exhaled in amusement, pulling away to look at her and bring his hand up to her jaw lovingly. “Guess I’m better at actions than words,” he said quietly.
He kissed her slowly this time, mouth moving with hers with a push and pull that seemed intrinsic to how they danced with each other in every aspect of their relationship.
She shifted in his lap and felt a flare of arousal within her again. By the way Zuko groaned into her mouth, kissing her more eagerly and clutching her to him she knew he’d felt the same. His hand trailed down her back, the atmosphere between them heating up again.
“So, what do you want me to be?” she asked, trying to hold on to the conversation as he kissed down her neck again, languidly sucking the mocha flesh there.
“Mmm, Fire Lady?” he panted distractedly as he nuzzled her and nipped at her ear lobe.
Her heart skipped but she laughed and swatted him playfully making him chuckle against her neck.
“What do you want to be?” he asked, his low voice rumbling through his chest making Katara melt into him.
She smiled and gently lifted his head to look at her.
“Exactly what I already am. Yours.”