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Zuko has been teasing you all day. Gentle touches, subtle praise, heated looks from across the room. He's usually so reserved that even such vague attention has you in a perpetual blush. That night he's relaxed, reclining in the bathtub. You've wheeled over the fountain to wash his hair.
Now that the two of you are alone, the flirting is overt and the praise is constant.
“You have such gentle hands. All for me.”
You relish in the feeling of his silky hair, still dry. It slips easily between your fingers. There's no knots, but you use them as an excuse to run your hands through his hair.
“Everything about you is gentle. And you're all mine.”
You ease his head backwards, letting his hair dip into the hot water. It saturates the strands and you feel them floating away from your fingers, spreading out under water. Ethereal. Exquisite.
“Your touch drives me to distraction. Did you know that?”
Zuko's tongue darts out to wet his lips and suddenly you can't focus. Shampoo, time for shampoo. Your hand stutters as you pour it into your other palm and begin working it into his scalp. His skin is hot, hotter than the water, just this side of burning. He's making tiny groaning noises as your fingers massage his scalp.
“Some days all I can think about is getting your hands on me. Any part of me.”
Your face is burning. You're trying to work the shampoo to the ends of his long hair but his words are getting to you. From the way he smirks, he can tell.
“My cock, of course. But anywhere else. Especially my scalp. Agni, do you know how good this feels?”
You're rinsing his hair. Maybe it splashes a bit more than usual. You stutter out an apology. He says nothing but his smirk grows deeper. He knows exactly what he's doing to you.
“I could lay here forever with you washing my hair and I'd be in eternal bliss.”
His voice is getting lower. It brings an ache between your thighs. You run your fingers through his hair, gently separating any knots. And maybe also taking in the silky texture against your fingertips.
“You're getting all worked up, aren't you? Just from washing my hair. You're so good, sweetheart.”
Both your hands are shaking as you try to pour out the conditioner. You try to aim for the ends of his hair but it drips onto his scalp, as well. He hisses at the temperature, cool against his blazing firebender skin.
“Trying to tease me, sweetheart? We both know who's in charge here and it's not you.”
His voice is lower still, and rougher. You can't get the words out for an apology. Instead, you swallow loudly. He grins wolfishly. His expression alone has the ache between your thighs begin to pulse.
“Keep on task, my little spark, and you'll be rewarded.”
The reminder - and the mention of a reward - snaps you back into action. Screw where conditioner is supposed to go, today it's on his scalp. You scratch lightly and he groans low in his throat, appreciatively. His quiet noises are riling you up even more and you find arousal is coiling low in your abdomen.
“Good little spark.”
You're rinsing out the conditioner with great effort, trying to stop your hands from shaking. Resisting the urge to give up and massage his scalp. Such pleasing warmth…such silkiness…
“Don't stop.”
He nearly growls these words and it takes all your willpower to obey. You comb through his half-rinsed hair, the soapy strands feeling like heaven. The ache between your thighs is pulsing in time with your heartbeat.
“Oh, Agni.”
His quiet groan sounds genuine, not put on for your benefit. His hair is rinsed enough, you can't help yourself; you bring your fingertips back to the fiery skin of his scalp and start massaging. Feeling the clean, smooth, wet skin under your hands has the coil tightening.
He groans, seemingly out of words.
You scratch lightly, earning yourself another low groan from deep in his chest. You grab clumps of hair between your fingers and tug gently. He growls.
“Come for me.”
You shatter. You forget everything except the pulsing between your thighs and the hair between your fingers and the scalp beneath your hands. Maybe breathy moans exit your mouth without your permission; maybe you rub your thighs together; maybe you unthinkingly keep rubbing his scalp; maybe all of those and much more besides.
“You're always so good to me. You deserve this, my spark.”