Because Zutara

I made it in time! But…what is quality?

"I’m just a little nervous," she said, wiping her eyes.

"I know," he said. “Me too." He smiled. “But I have a cure for nervousness."

"Does it involve tea?"

"No," Zuko said. He leaned closer, murmured in her ear: “I picture taking our son ice-dodging."

Day 1 - Calor

Since it’s officially 14.7 here (3:33AM to be exact) I wish you all a happy Zutara Week! =D

This piece is sort of rushed hehe but I promise that the next one will be better~

Oh—oh. She knows—she knows.

Author’s Note: I promise Chapter 5 will have more plot to it. Maybe. 

Anyways, this chapter is dedicated to three of my favorite people: Elle, Bean, and Socks. Credit to Socks for the flower pot analogy—you’ll know the one I mean when you see it.

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Rating: MA

Pairing: Katara/Zuko

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He doesn’t tell her to be quiet, because he would never ask that of her—he doesn’t want her to be quiet. He wants her throaty little gasps filling his eardrums. He wants her moans to boil his blood. But he is pragmatic, beyond anything else, so he slips his fingers into her mouth and lets her bite down until his skin stings from the tiny wounds.

beanaroony:

Here you can have the doodles, I don’t want. /shoves them at you