Zuko was reclining in the palace gardens, and Katara snuggled up to his side. He was humming tunelessly, but not unpleasantly. She sighed contentedly, slipping her hand under his shirt and running her hand along his chest.

"Feeling a little frisky, are we?" he asked.

Katara opened one eye to look at him. He was smiling down at her.

"You would like that, wouldn't you?"

Zuko laughed. "I wouldn't mind."

Katara pulled herself up so that their faces were inches apart. When he moved to bridge the gap between them, she pulled back, teasing him just a little. He let out a huff of protest, and Katara pecked him lightly. This time, when she tried to pull away, placed his hand at the back of her neck, keeping her from moving too far. He kissed her gently, then more intensely, running his tongue over her lips, and she pulled her legs up on either side of him as he caressed her tongue. This time, Katara didn't care about obscene noises or groping. She held his face in her hands and couldn't care less if someone walked out and saw them making out.

It was nearly a month after the Chem fiasco, and Katara would not pretend that life was going to get easier for them. Bo's trial and sentencing was coming up, they were still interrogating Ina and Kin, though that case had taken a turn for the better, and Long and Inara were now part of the city watch. It was a good, productive month. Busy, but Katara had loved every minute of it.

"You know," Zuko said as Katara moved her kisses down his neck, "we still have to write Gran about the wedding. If we don't, she'll start planning it for us."

Katara laughed, sitting up and throwing her head back. She could just imagine her grandmother planning their wedding.

"I think Gran would do her best," Katara said, running her hands over Zuko's chest.

He raised his eyebrow. "Really? Because I think she'd do something just to punish us."

Katara shrugged. "The important part is that, at the end of it all, you and I will officially be married. Get rid of me now, because after that you're stuck with me."

She leaned down for another round of kissing, indulging in all that she missed so long as people were around and interrupting their private moments as further punishment. Zuko pushed himself into a sitting position, never breaking their kiss, positioning her in his lap. This time, he trailed kisses down her neck, stopping at the opening of her dress.

"If I got rid of you, I'd be awfully lonely."

Katara giggled when she felt his tongue on her collarbone.

"You'd miss me too much if I went away."

"I would."

There was a lull in the conversation that was filled with kissing, and Zuko sliding his hands up her dress, running them along her legs. They were back to fighting for dominance in their kiss.

"Would you really be ok with Gran planning our Southern wedding?" Zuko asked between small pecks.

"Absolutely not."

Zuko chuckled. "Do I need to add 'No Wedding Planning in Bed' to the rules?"

Katara playfully shoved his shoulder, and this led to a shoving battle, which lead to them rolling around in the grass. Katara squealed as she wound up on her back, her dress nearly falling open.

"Nephew, that's not what gardens are for."

Both turned around, lightning fast to see Iroh standing and smiling slyly, his hands behind his back. Blushing, Katara righted her dress as Zuko brushed himself off.

"The sages and the wedding committee have convened," Iroh said laughing. "I thought you might want to attend."

And that, my friends, is that. I wanted to end on a nice, sweet note, and hopefully it felt nice and sweet. And leave it to Uncle to come and ruin a moment. This was a fun and interesting journey, writing this story. It certainly turned out far longer than I expected, but I'm glad that you all stuck with me and read through to the end. Thank you so much for all of your reviews and the love you've sent this story. You're all amazing!