Zuko awoke gradually, still tired from the day before. Who knew training the avatar could be that difficult? Slowly he attempted to sit up, only to find two tight holding arms around him. He squirmed lightly trying to get free of the embrace. Unfortunately to no success what so ever. It took a few minutes before his yelling woke the sleeping hugger. To Zuko's shock, it was the very boy he was training. Aang.
"A-aang? Why are you in my bed?" Zuko asked a very distinct blush on his cheeks. Aang tilted his head, releasing his unbreakable grip and looked around.
"Actually you're in my bed." The avatar responded. Zuko's jaw dropped as he looked around. The young one was right. This was Aang's bed. His private room to be exact. Zuko started to scoot away, almost falling off the bed if it hadn't had been for Aang's quick thinking. With a loud thud, Zuko's wrist were invaded in rock and bound to the bed post. Aang looked at him and smiled evily.
"My Zuko. You seem rather exposed." As he spoke he repeated the process with Zuko's ankles.
"The things I could do to you." He whispered just loud enough for Zuko to hear.
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