Y/n's POV
Iroh and I talked with each other in the kitchen as I stirred a pot of soup. In the oven was roast duck.
Everything was done cooking.
He turned to me as he removed the whistling kettle from the stovetop.
"Would you mind retrieving Prince Zuko?" He asked me, chuckling. "I'm sure you remember where his room is."
I blushed lightly.
"U-um, yes sir!" I stuttered. "I'll be right back!"
I left the kitchen in search of the Prince's room.
After looking around a bit, I found it.
The door was closed. I lightly knocked.
"Prince Zuko, it's me." I said nervously.
No response.
"Can I come in?" I asked.
Still no answer. I slowly opened the door.
He was laying on his bed, asleep.
I smiled softly, quietly walking in and sitting at the edge of his bed.
He was still shirtless, but wearing a different pair of pants.
Probably because I soaked him... I thought, feeling guilty.
Without thinking about it, I softly cupped his face, tracing his jawline with my fingers.
He really wasn't bad looking.
He began to move in his sleep. His eyes opened a little.
"...it's you?" He asked quietly. I flinched.
"Uh-....yeah." My voice was quiet as I retracted my hand.
He grabbed it, putting it back on his face and closing his eyes.
"...lay down." He mumbled.
I raised an eyebrow, confused. A small smile formed on my lips.
"As you wish, my prince." I whispered.
I took off my coat and layed down beside him. He pulled me close as he fell back asleep.
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Iroh's POV
I sat in the kitchen quietly.
It had been a while since Y/n left to get Zuko.
I wonder what's taking them so long?
I got up and began walking to Zuko's room in search of the two teenagers. His door was cracked open.
I peered inside, a grin plastering itself on my face. They were both laying on his bed, fast asleep.
I shouldn't bother them..but Zuko and Y/n haven't eaten all day. I frowned, unsure of what to do.
I quietly walked over to Y/n.
"Y/n." I whispered, placing my hand on her shoulder. "You need to come eat."
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Y/n's POV
I quietly sat up, rubbing my eyes.
Zuko was still asleep.
Me and Iroh left the room, standing outside the door. I knocked, acting normal.
"Prince Zuko," I said loudly, "it's dinner time. I made food, and your uncle made tea." I said.
He sat up sleepily.
"Coming..." He mumbled, getting up and slipping on a vest.
His chest was still exposed.
I quickly turned around and walked to the kitchen, embarrassed I had yet again cuddled the handsome, shirtless prince.
Iroh came up behind me.
"You know, Y/n," he said, "Zuko seems to have taken an interest in you. I'm hoping you can take his mind off of the..." He chose his next words wisely, "Air Nomad."
I smiled softly.
"I'll try my best, sir." I said to him, my smile turning into a grin.
The prince walked into the room, sitting on a chair.
"How long was I asleep for?" He asked, rubbing his eyes and looking at the spread of food that was in front of him.
"A few hours." Iroh said, making a plate. "Did you have a good rest, my nephew?" He asked him.
"..." He stayed quiet at first. "Yes, actually." He finally said. "The best I've slept lately."
Iroh glanced at me, winking.
Zuko looked down at his hands.
"I remember feeling something...soft." He said, confused, making a squeezing motion in the air with his hand.
I blushed.
Yeah, that was my tit, you perverted Prince. I thought, turning away.
I made the prince and myself a plate of food.
"Well, let's eat!" I grinned.