"Katara..."
The girl lifted her head, staring into the firebender's golden eyes. They were streaked with some sort of pain, but the fact that they were open meant something. He wasn't dead. He was healing.
Without warning, Katara flung herself over Zuko, eyes brimming with tears. She clung to him, careful not to put any weight over his chest. It was healing fast, but she was sure it was still sore. Even her healing ability wasn't magic.
Zuko, shocked still at first, soon relaxed into her embrace. He nestled his face into the crook of her neck, inhaling through her thick locks. Katara sighed. He was alive. He was alive and so was she and they'd done it. It was over. It was finally over.
Tears shed freely from her eyes, sobbing slightly as Zuko pulled her closer.
"Thank you, Katara, I-"
She shushed him, running her hands through his hair, shaking as she did so. He had nothing to thank her for. It was she who had to do the thanking. It was she who'd had her life saved, her body shielded from the shock of that lightning.
Her mind was a haze, and she couldn't think of the words to express her gratitude; it was all lost in the dizziness of realizing that Zuko was alive.
She breathed. Alive.
Instead of speaking with her lips, she pressed a desperate kiss into him, pulling firm against him. He again was shocked at first, but he soon moaned into the kiss, tangling his fingers into her hair.
Without a word, her lips moved to his jaw, to his neck, to his collar bone. She nipped at him, which lead Zuko to respond with a buck, his hardened length driving into her as he let out a raspy moan.
It broke her control.
With haste, her clothes were off as well as his. In the fury of their lust she'd somehow ended up poised under the firebender, his organ rubbing at her soaking lips.
He bored his eyes into her, and she knew what he was asking. And she was sure. She wanted it as much as he did.
There were still tears in her eyes as he slid inside her, thrusts growing faster as she grew used to the sensation. More than used to it. It was eventually she who urged him on, her moans filling the stale air between them.
It wasn't long until she gave into him, screaming as she came undone under his own pleasure. Shortly after, she felt a warmth flooding inside her as Zuko dug his fingers hard into her shoulder.
"Thank you, Katara," he groaned as he collapsed next to her on his bed.
break
She refused to believe it. It just wasn't possible. One time, it was one time. And she'd had the tea afterwards.
It wasn't possible. More than that, it would never work out.
She sighed into the basin of her ice house, staring into the liquid.
There should've been blood in the basin. It was the middle of when her cycle should've been.
But there hadn't been blood in the basin in 3 months.
She was with Aang. She was with Aang, the Avatar, her boyfriend who she...cared for very dearly. But this predicament, it was going to ruin all of that. Unless…
But, no. Of course she couldn't pass it off as Aang's. They'd never even been naked in front of each other, let alone slept together. The kid was twelve, for La's sake. It would've been wrong either way.
But would it really have been worse to have sex with a preteen boy, or to be pregnant with the Fire Lord's bastard child?
But it wasn't like they'd cheated. She was with Aang and he was with Mai, but that wasn't until after his coronation. They'd done it before that. It was right after the fight with Azula. There was no commitment between either of them with anyone else. There was no cheating. That's what was most important.
But did it matter? She'd either have to explain to Aang that children weren't made they way he thought they were, or that she'd...done things while he was off saving the world the day of Sozin's Comet.
She sighed, pulling on her clothes. She had a letter to write.