Want What You Can't Have

by Heartbeats In Sync

AU. Zutara. Katara has been raised in the Fire Nation, as a girl, she attended a Fire Nation etiquette school to teach her structure and Poise. Now as a woman, she is working in the Royal Palace as a maid to Fire Lord Zuko, and his bride to be, Mai. What happens when feelings start to ignite between a peasant and a royal? Can they stop themselves? Or is it destiny?

1. Chapter 1

Hey guys! I have never written an ATLA fanfic, but I was OBSESSED with the show when I was younger! Zutara for life, of course.

This is AU. I didn't know how to begin necessarily so I wrote the scene that came to mind envisioning this.

Characters may be OOC and I apologize.

Leave a review if you want me to continue

1.

His lips descend her neck, gasping heavily, arousal swimming in her brain, erratic thoughts pile into overdrive as his teeth graze her pulse. Hands roam exposed flesh, fingers tease and taunt her skin. She wants to scream at how wrong this is, slap him away, but pleasure is too strong for her to deny his touch. Kiss, anything. Her back is against his bedchamber door, the sea of red and gold slip into her vision, his body slammed against her in passion, his hand is wrapped around her waist, the other combing her locks.

"You don't know what you're doing, Zuko." she needs to knock him back, make him see he's wrong. She isn't Mai or the next Fire Lady, just a poor peasent from the Tribe, trying to make ends meet for her family back home. "We must stop this!" his hand cradles her chin, rough yet soft, lusted gazes lock, rich honey and sapphire.

"I don't know what I'm doing?" his voice questions as he's pulling the maid against him, hip to hip, chest to chest.

"Your fiance."

"Katara, stop it!" he hisses and turns away. His hands clench in his hair, honey eyes shut tight as he's trying not to seethe the heat that's radiating inside him.

"She loves you. Zuko, it's her. It will always be Mai."

"I don't love her." he fights, he looks honest, although she can't tell if he's a liar anyway.

"Nor you me." she remarks. Stilling his gaze. "I am not a whore." she's cold.

"Katara... no. you will never be a whore, you will never be such a lowly concubine as long as I have you."

Katara nods, his hands encircle her waist. They're nose to nose, his lips barely hitting hers.

"Don't leave me." he whispers, kissing her.

"Mai will be home soon. I am just someone below you, just a peasant girl." she leaves, missing the Fire Lord's penetrating gaze.

She can't fall in love with him.

She won't.