Zukko woke up and found Katara was missing from their bed. He decided to wait until after breakfast to try to find her. Maybe she just needed her space.
But as he made his way to the training grounds, he saw she had beat him there. He also saw she was in just her wrappings, her dress folded to the side. He tried to look away from her, but was caught by the way her body swayed to the rhythm of her forms.
“Good Morning” she greeted, with all the affection of a rabid Boar-Q-Pine.
He looked away, swiftly.
“Good Morning… uh..”
“What? Do you have something to say or not?”
“..would you mind getting dressed first?”
“This is how I dress when I train,” she scowled. Zuko was lucky looks couldn’t kill.
“I’m sorry, it would just make me more comfortable if—“
Her eyes snapped up to meet his, wild and hurt and before he could move an inch she had water whipped the back of his neck. Hard.
“What the hell, Katara?!”
“What are you playing at?,” her voice was sharp and pained.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean I tried very hard to believe that you’ve just been tired. But you’ve made it impossible. You avoid me all the time. We don't even talk anymore. Even you can lie better than this.”
He gave a guilty look. “..I wasn’t trying to lie to you..”
“But you did lie! You admit it!” She gathered up all the water she had been training with and pushed it toward him in a powerful gush. He managed to avoid it but before he could steady himself she’d pulled the water into another jet, pushing him against a wall. She turned some of the runoff into ice restraints. When she was satisfied that he was locked in, she sucked the water back into the air and formed sharp ice quills, punctuating each sentence by throwing them around his head. Her hair had come loose and her voice was starting to break.
“Why did you even marry me in the first place?!” The first quill shattered to his right.
“KATARA! WHAT ARE YOU—“
“—Is this some kind of joke to you?” Another on his left. “Do you”— he could see she her choke up —“do you still Hate me?” She let the rest of the quills crash down around her “Oh, La, is this Payback for something?”
Her tears were openly streaming down her face, but she didn’t care. She didn’t care anymore.
“KATARA! How could you even THINK that.“
“—HOW COULD I THINK THAT? You’ve rejected me in every way possible! I thought everything was going so well and I thought got felt the same and you seemed interested enough with me the first night. But you haven’t even touched me since. At all! It’s not like I don’t see you. You have to make an effort to not have any physical contact with someone you see that much. I thought maybe it was just an adjustment period to the amount of work we had. But you seem perfectly capable of rejecting me in an environment where work is not an excuse. Seeing me in wraps makes you Uncomfortable ?? I’m your wife ! Why did you agree to this if you aren't going to treat me like I am?! Spirits, Zukko. What am I doing wrong? Why are you doing this to me? Is there something you need from me?”
She felt so pathetic. So vulnerable. In the back of her mind, she knew that she would have never let anyone besides him see her like this. Not even Aang.
She choked up again, feeling like all her pride had been washed away by his continuous rejection. “Please,” she begged. “Just tell me what to do!”
“You’re not doing anything wrong! You don’t have to do anything!”
“THEN WHY DID YOU MARRY ME IF YOU’RE NOT EVEN ATTRACTED TO ME,” she screamed.
The words hung in the air, echoing through the arena. Oh La. She sounded so ugly, even to her own ears. She let herself drop to the floor, covering her head in her hands.
“I’m sorry Zuko. Just ..let me calm down..“ The tears left in her eyes were starting to sting and it was getting hard to breathe. Zuko looked down at her, shocked.
“You think I’m not.. attracted to you?” His voice was so low it was practically a growl.
She looked up to see that his eyes had narrowed. Something about them looked almost…dangerous.”
Zuko shot fire through his palms so hot his restraints burst into steam. He walked toward her and knelt beside her on the ground. He took her hands in his, away from her face. They were warm to the touch, but not uncomfortably so. He leaned over and came so close she could feel the heat behind his breath. He stared into her eyes, molten gold meeting icy blue.
Then, he dug a hand into her hair and covered her mouth with his own. She opened up and soon his tongue was busy tasting her. This was so much different than their last kiss. Rougher. Dirtier. Her hands rested on his chest. Spirits, she wanted to take him in. She tugged at his shirt and he flung it off and away. He rolled them over so she was on top, gripping her hips and digging just hard enough to make her gasp. She took the opportunity to drag her mouth down his neck. When she reached the base of it, she bit down gently. Zuko groaned.
“Katara,” he whispered, coarsely. “You need to stop.” She froze.
“It’s not that I don’t want you,” he tried to explain himself. She looked at him, slightly less pained but still unconvinced. “I swear!”
“Then why do I need to stop?”
Zuko dragged her backside into him till she was sitting firmly on his lap.
She blushed to her roots. She could feel his stiffness, hard as a rock.
“That’s why,” he said, smirking slightly at the sight of her blush.
Katara wanted to tell him that she still didn’t want to stop.
But she didn’t think she could recover if he rejected her again. As if reading her mind, he added, “I want to. Just..not like this.” He touched her cheek and wiped a tear away with his thumb. “Not when you’ve just barely stopped crying. Especially since it was my fault. We’ll figure this all out tonight. For now, lets go get some breakfast. Okay?”
“..Okay.” She stood up, reluctantly, but was satisfied by the promise that they would be talking about this soon.
The rest of the day lasted a lifetime. After she realized there was no hope of her concentrating on work, she decided to cancel her meetings and continued practicing her forms until dinner. But apparently Zuko had still requested dinner in his office, so she just ate in silence before anxiously making her way to their shared chamber.
When he finished work soon after and joined her, she didn’t hesitate to let out the question that had been burning a whole in her.
“Zuko. Did I do something wrong on our wedding night?”
He looked taken aback. “What?”
Katara sighed, “It felt like everything was fine before that. And then it wasn’t. All at once.”
“No! You definitely didn’t do anything wrong.”
She took a deep breath. This was harder to talk about than she thought. “.. Then why did you stop?”
Zuko sighed. He looked like he was trying to figure out how to phrase something. After a long pause he answered, “Because you only wanted to be with your husband and I wasn’t ready to accept that.”
“But you are my husband?,” she replied, confused.
Zuko looked like he was getting frustrated. “But I’m not a regular husband! And you still wanted to have sex with me just because you’re my wife!”
A moment passed and Katara felt a raging heat bubble inside her.
“Are you fucking kidding me?!” Zuko’s eyes shot up at the sound of Katara’s voice so dangerously low.
“Did you actually think I didn’t think about us having sex before I agreed to MARRY YOU?? I KNOW WHAT I SIGNED UP FOR, YOU ABSOLUTE IDIOT ”
“OKAY, Katara, well excuse me for interrupting you from the list of obligations you ‘signed up for’”
“AGNI ZUKO, do you think I would actually be doing it if I didn’t want to.”
“Honestly?? Maybe I do! If it was something you decided on and you were too stubborn to change your mind about it, then yes.” He let out a breath. “I know that you want to feel wanted. But that doesn’t mean you have to do anything that you don’t want.”
Katara couldn’t believe how stupid he was being.
“You're literally insufferable! Just. Just answer me this. Why the hell are you so convinced I wouldn’t want to have sex with you even if we weren’t married?”
Zuko blushed, his voice cracking slightly. “Wh-What?”
“Well, that’s what this is actually about, right? What makes you think I don’t want you?”
He stuttered, “That’s—That’s not it?” He tried to recover. “I know you chose to be married to me. I know this was your decision and that you wanted to be Fire Lady.”
“No.” Katara tried to strip the impatience from her voice. She knew he was trying. She spoke again, soft but deliberate, “Zuko. Why do you think I don’t want you.”
“..I ..uh…. huh ?” Zuko looked surprised at the turn the conversation was taking.
“Because I do.”
She waited for him to respond. But when he didn’t, she slowly closed their distance and sat beside him. He continued to stand still, so she reached down to his thigh and let her hand travel all the way up, painfully slow. Zuko’s jaw dropped. “I want you.” She couldn’t hold back anymore. She pushed him down onto the bed, straddling his hips, and nipped his earlobe before whispering into its shell. “I really, really do.” His eyes widened and he looked like he couldn’t believe what was happening.
Zuko faced her, in awe, as he looked her in the eyes.
The next few seconds lasted a lifetime. But then, he smiled. It was a small smile but, to Katara, it was absolutely perfect.
“Well, I definitely want to give you everything you want.”
She could feel her heart pounding in her chest. He rolled on top of her and looked at her again, with wonder. She would have been amused if she hadn’t been waiting for this moment for so long. Instead, she roughly grabbed onto his robe and pulled him down into a kiss. She opened her mouth and they moved together, languidly. This one wasn’t rough. It was just warm. She felt like she was being consumed by it.
His hands found their way to her waist and he was soon tugging at her dress. He took it off with her help and she did the same with his tunic. La, she wanted to lick those perfect abs. She wanted to taste him. His mouth found hers again but his hands were already at work removing her top wrappings. As soon as her chest was free, his mouth left hers and turned its attention to her nipple, letting it harden in his mouth. He gave it a nip and she moaned softly. He took the encouragement and worked on the other as her head dropped backward in contentment.
He unwrapped the rest of her body and Agni, was she a vision. He gave her breast one more nip and then led a trail of hot open-mouthed kisses down her stomach, leading to her center. When he reached it, he made straight for her small cluster of nerves, sucking gently. She struggled to keep from bucking against him. He sucked on harder and had her practically mewling in bliss. After a short while, he moved his hand to her entrance so he could crook a finger inside her and she moaned, “Zuko…ah..” He added another finger. “Zuko..AH..Zuko please!”
He kept up with his hand but released the rest of her. “Zuko please what?” He picked up the pace and angled his fingers deeper inside her.
“AH..Zuko…please…I want you!”
He smirked, “Well, since you asked so nicely.”
He peeled off his pants and under things and abandoned them on the floor and suddenly she had a thousand dirty cravings involving the length that had sprung up between his legs. She reached down to grasp it. Her other fantasies would have to wait. She needed him inside her now. He hissed slightly at the contact but she ignored it and continued to position him between her lips. He groaned softly, slowly and carefully filling her up.
She shuddered at the feeling of him inside her. She gripped his shoulders and dug her nails in just slightly. He took the cue and started to move. He pumped himself inside her, mouth finding its way to hers to swallow her moans. Then he pulled out almost all the way. But before she could contest, he slammed back inside her as hard as he could and she nearly screamed at the sensation. His mouth made its way to her ear.
“You’re so tight. So good for me, Katara,” he whispered. She was obsessed with the way he said her name.
He continued building a rhythm as she bucked her hips in time. Soon she was throwing her head back and panting. A few more thrusts and she was starting to shake.
“Cum for me,” his voice tickled her ears and sent a fresh wave of heat to her core.
Four more powerful thrusts and a convulsion ran through her. Zuko barely groaned out, “Katara” before he was cumming alongside her. She was still seeing stars when she felt him pull out of her.
“I’ll get something to clean up.”
“No need.” Katara looked around the room until she saw a pitcher of water on a tray. She bended it fluidly around them both till they were completely rinsed off. “Perks of a water bending wife,” she smirked.
He smiled back at her and pulled her into his chest. Nuzzling his face into her hair, he wrapped his arms around her waist.
“I can’t wait to discover them all.”