**Yes, I couldn't stay away from Katara and Zuko. This is chapter 1/the prologue really, of the sequel to Dance of Slavery. I have a great idea, strong ideas, for this story, and I highly reccommend that you read Dance of Slavery before this story. I really hope you enjoy this, let me know what you think!**

The resonating sounds of two people lost in the depths of pleasure could be heard through the very thick walls, making the two guards standing by the door, and the rare passersby, very uncomfortable. The Fire Lord had just gotten back from his month long trip to Republic City, and upon coming home he was greeted by the lonely, beautiful Fire Lady. When the Fire Lord tiredly stepped in his chambres, wanting nothing more than to get out of his heavy robes and fall asleep, he wasn't prepared to see his beautiful wife laying across their bed… nude, nothing but the sun's glow covering her body.

All thoughts of sleep had left his mind as he hurriedly undressed, crawling onto the bed and laying his equally nude body over his wife's.

The Fire Lady was laying beside her husband, panting hard. A lithe, dark hand raised up to wipe the sweat from the Fire Lord's cheek before grabbing his hand in a loving, devoting manner.

"I love you, Zuko…"

"I love you too, Katara." Zuko pulled Katara close to him, wrapping his body around hers to shield her from world around them. "I'm sorry I was gone for so long. The non-bender activists have finally started to riot… Aang and I were nearly at a loss as to what to do."

"I heard from Sokka that things really are tense there… Why not have some United Nations troops stationed throughout the city to sort of… calm the activists?" Her fingers were lazily trailing patterns over her husband's chest.

Zuko shook his head, his hair tickling her forehead, "I'm afraid not. They're still tripping over themselves, not sure how to work together yet. I would send some of our troops, but that may spook the activists and give them more reason to protest and destroy the city."

Katara could sense the turmoil swirling inside of Zuko, and the want- the need to cheer him up, to make him see that everything wasn't all that bad, swelled up inside of her chest. Ever since he was crowned Fire Lord, Zuko had rarely ever had time to relax, even their time alone was rushed due to another political meeting or political trip. Zuko's life revolved around politics now, and he had barely anytime for Katara.

Rolling over onto her stomach, Katara climbed onto Zuko, hovering over him. "Zuko…" Her lips sought his out, wanting to take away his stress and anxiety. In a matter of seconds, their sweet, loving kiss turned into a storm of battling tongues in hot passion.

Katara's hands quickly sought out Zuko's chest, her nails scrapping down the pale skin. In return, Zuko's large, warm hands gripped her hips, pulling her closer to where he wanted her.

A strangled moan left her lips as she lowered herself onto her husband, and the beautiful symphony of their cries of lust and love echoed throughout the room as Katara kept her quick, steady rhythm. The sound of flesh hungrily meeting flesh sounded as well. The sounds of lips smacking against each other through heavy panting seemed to spur on the lustful symphony.

The keen noise of Katara's cries as she released nearly deafened Zuko, but he has grown accustomed to his wife's noise level, and every noise she made- every cry, whimper, moan- only heightened the pleasure within him, pushing him closer and closer to his release.

Feeling her body tighten around him, Zuko gave one final groan as he finished. The two stayed that way, however- intertwined with Katara on top of Zuko. Zuko smiled softly as he heard the steady breaths coming from his wife, signaling that she had fallen asleep laying on top of him.

His hand gently rubbed her back, not making any motion to push her off him, or even remove himself from inside of her.

Fire Lord Zuko was content. Happy. A month away from his beloved was too much for him, but being with her again… He felt complete. "I love you…"

If Fire Lord Zuko had known that the events that would soon arise around him would cause so much chaos, so much trouble and strife between the Nations once again, he would have held Katara closer and tighter to truly shield her from the world around them. But he couldn't. Zuko didn't have an inkling of the looming proceedings that were going to throw him and Katara into a spiraling darkness that would prove to be able to tear them apart.

If Fire Lord Zuko had known that his time with Katara could be shortened due to his choices- choices that he would make in an attempt to better the world and stabilize the crumpled peace- he would have tried not to make those decisions.

If Fire Lord Zuko had known that the world would soon begin to fall apart before his very own eyes… he would have tried harder to keep it together.

But Fire Lord Zuko did not know these things. At the moment, he was just the Fire Lord having gotten home from a long trip and wanted nothing more than to take a break and be with his wife. The events would soon unfold before his eyes, seemingly nothing at first, but quickly growing and making him see the bigger scheme of the Spirits before him…