Zuko’s hands snaked beneath your armpits, gripping tightly as he rested his chin on the top of your head, his fingertips brushing against your chest. He kissed your hair, closing his eyes and swaying his hips with yours.

Training with Aang is exhausting… He whispered, his fingers slowly inching more onto your chest, almost playing with it. …. Rest with me? He asks quietly, slowly pulling you towards his quarters.