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Zuko walked up behind Katara in the kitchen, wrapping his arms around her waist. “What are you doing?” He whispered into her ear. “I’m making cookies for tonight.” She smiled. She loved the feel of his embrace. “Would you like to help?” “You just want to see me in that apron again, don’t you?” He smiled as he kissed her cheek. “You know me so well, don’t you?” She held up the apron in her hand. Something about him wearing an apron just turned her on, just like it did in Ba Sing Se. Only, she never told anyone about that time. He started helping her with anything she needed,

I don’t own the Avatar: The Last Airbender or any of its characters. Zutara Week – Denim Zuko leaned casually to the wall beside his uncle’s shop. The old man led a coffee shop on his own, but as he had to spend his summer with him, he became a waiter without a question – even though he was sure he had been completely unsuitable for the job. His arms were crossed before his chest as he blew out a big amount of breath, which made his hair move away from his eyes. That day the air was so hot that one could see it vibrate on the streets… That was the day he had first seen her: a girl with tanned skin, miraculous blue