Katara, of the Fire Nation

Chapter 20

Katara awakens wrapped in Zuko's arms, he is nudging her shoulder with his nose and pressing light butterfly kisses to her skin.

Zuko woke before the sun was up, he laid with Katara until the sky started to turn pinkish, he tried to slip away, but Katara was on his arm, pins and needles raced up his hand and to his shoulder as Katara shifted in her sleep.

"We have to get up," Zuko whispers, kissing Katara's skin gently as she groans unhappily.

"Five more minutes," she sighs, Zuko chuckles from behind her and Katara looks to her window, "The sun's barely up!"

Katara rolls over and wraps herself around Zuko, grumbling as she buries her face in the crook of his neck.

"Kat," he groans, trying to pull out of Katara's hold, "Come on."

"Five minutes," Katara says, now wrapping her legs around Zuko and holding him like a koala.

"I'll give you massage if you let go," Zuko negotiates, Katara doesn't answer right away, her hold softens and then she looks up to Zuko.

"Now?" Katara asks, Zuko shakes his head.

"I have to work," Zuko sighs, "I am the Fire Lord, remember, and getting up early to go to my own room and dress for the day is a requirement."

Katara huffs and then lets Zuko go, conceding to her fire lord as she stretches her back.

"I'm expecting that massage sometime today," Katara says, watching as Zuko rolls out of bed.

Zuko laughs as he pulls his pants up as they slip down on his hips.

"Tonight," Zuko promises, swiping his tunic from the floor.

Katara smiles and then lays on her chest.

"Hey," Katara says as Zuko heads towards the office doors, she arches her back and lifts her rump in the air, "Sure I can't convince you to stay?"

Zuko looks at Katara and growls low in his throat, he stalks back to the bed and Katara rolls onto her back, smiling in victory as Zuko leans over her and presses his lips to her's.

As Katara's chest heaves, Zuko breaks the kiss and pulls his sash across Katara's stomach.

"Happy?" Zuko asks, quirking his eyebrow at her.

Katara huffs in response and then Zuko turns and leaves, ignoring Katara's sweet, sweet pleas to stay.

Walking away from Katara's bed is the hardest thing Zuko has ever done, but he has to get a start on his day, starting with returning to his own room and getting dressed.

Katara sighs and then rolls out of bed as the door closes, she pulls a robe on and then heads to the bathhouse, Katara showers, letting the water run over her body, washing away the of last of the night before. Katara notices a small bruise on her breast, and she frowns and touches it gently, as she does, she can remember the feel of Zuko's mouth there, how his tongue swirled before he sucked.

Katara heals the bruise with the water, she then runs more healing water around her neck, where she distinctly remembers Zuko's mouth sucking.

Katara goes about her day, she runs into Zuko a couple of times, she tries to get him to blush by winking at him, but Zuko ends up winning when he licks his lips tantalizingly at Katara during lunch.

When the pair are alone in the office it's harder for them to concentrate, especially when the only thing that Zuko wants to do is place Katara on the desk and fuck her on top of all the papers. They manage to keep it professional, mostly, Zuko does initiate a break when he kisses Katara roughly.