Her hand was soft, warm to the touch. The way they caressed the silks were both tantalizing and mesmerizing. She was born that way, he tells himself under his breath, but he knows it's more than that. There's an elegance that no nobility could bring, a grace he' never seen before, and it literally takes his breath away.
And for a moment he forgets she Fire Nation.
She couldn't be. She's nothing like them on the interior. The exterior is a different story. She had the looks of a true noble, a Firelady in training, yet she left it all and for what?
Freedom, she had told him in the darkest hour of the night. She wanted to be free.
That's why she chose him. He was free spirited; a wanderer without a purpose.
Even if she was Fire Nation, he loved her. Part of him despised himself for it, but he had learned to ignore it. She was nothing like them. He kept repeating.
Her hands glide gracefully up his bare chest, only stopping to caress the scars; as if her touch could heal them all away. Her palm settled above his heart, catching the rhythmic beating, and for a second he feels her heart trying to keep in time. Just for a second.
A kiss, small and sweet is planted upon his neck, giving him a shiver that even Agni himself could feel. It broke him down, made him give into her will as her legs intertwined with his. He was never cold, even with the cool winter winds escaping through the window, the rattling of the tattered cloth drowning out the sounds of pleasure in its most raw form.
He wanted the real her. Not the emotionless, governor's daughter she had been raised as. No, that wasn't good enough and he could in the flicker of her eyes that she wanted it to. He could tell she was tired of the same routine. He had watched as she tossed the mask away when their lips met. Now she was just Mai.
He took some initiative, pinning her to the sheets. The heat was becoming almost unbearably, but he managed. It was worth it. He could feel their bodies intertwining as their tongues went to battle, each trying to gain dominance over the other.
It seemed almost impossible to win.
Her hands slipped out of his, their slender extensions becoming lost in the mat of brown strands on his head. She was initially winning him over, and he was letting her.
The thrust was soft, but had a hidden force to it, as if she was waiting for the right moment to assert her full strength. He could feel her teeth gently teasing his lip as they had the many times before.
And just as quickly as she was there, she was gone; leaving him with nothing more than a two knives on the wall and a cold feeling. His usually cocky smirk smeared across his lips, where only moments ago the mesmerizing ninja had been. Oh yes, he knew what she didn't even know.
She'd be back, and then it would be his turn.