Pillow Talk
Disclaimer: I own as much as Jon Snow knows
“I am so tired,” Katara flopped face down on the bed, next to where Zuko was sitting. “Between meetings with our advisors, and visiting the hospitals around the city, all I want to do is sleep.”
Zuko raised his eyebrow in amusement. “Really?”
Katara raised her head, smirking at the familiar glint in her husband’s eyes. “Well,” she raised herself up to meet his lips with hers. “I suppose I may have some energy left…”
“Oh Spirits, no!” a voice shrieked, causing them to spring apart with yelps and curses.
“Who said that?!” Zuko snapped.
Katara narrowed her eyes. “Sokka. That better not be you.”
“Um…it’s not!” the voice replied in a falsetto. “It’s, um, the…pillow! It’s the pillow!”
Zuko raised his eyebrow. “Okay, I’ll bite. The pillow?”
“Yes!” the pillow grumbled. “Some of us pillows are sentient! We can talk, and have situational awareness! And therefore, they, I mean we, do not want to be witnesses to…activities that will traumatise us for life!”
Katara glanced at her husband, as they both rolled their eyes. “And why haven’t you brought this up before, O Sentient Pillow? I mean, this isn’t the first time said activities will take place.”
The pillow made a disgusted noise. “I, uh, well…b-better late than never!”
“I’m going to set you on fire,” Zuko said flatly.
“What?! You can’t do that, you…you pillow murdering jerkbender!”
“Oh for La’s sake, give it up Sokka!” Katara snapped. “We know it’s you! Your stupid falsetto fooled no one, and you just called Zuko ‘jerkbender’! Get out here, or I’ll turn you into a human icicle!”
“Why are you even under there, anyway?” Zuko queried, as Sokka rolled out from under the bed, and stood, dusting himself down and trying to look dignified.
“And thank the Spirits I was! Otherwise, who knows what would have happened?” Sokka yelped as his sister pinched his ear in between her thumb and forefinger, and dragged him over to the bedroom door. “It was Toph’s fault! She earthbended me there, and wouldn’t set me free! And then when I finally got free, you two were there!”
“Well then, in the morning, I’ll turn you both into human icicles!” Katara shoved him out, and slammed the door in his face, before stalking back to the bed.
“You know,” Zuko said, as she climbed back next to him. “After the sting wears off, he’s going to be all smug that he prevented our ‘activities’.”
Katara smirked, leaning up to press her lips to his. “Well you know me; I can’t resist proving my brother wrong.”