A/N: A short drabble for my bingo card, barely just passing the word minimum. The prompt for this one was simply, "Zhao."
Disclaimer: I do not own Avatar: the Last Airbender.
Warnings: Pre-canon, hints of sexual intercourse, and an OC (Malen).
Scorned Lover
By: Nuit Songeur
Zhao had been young once. He had had a lover, despite popular belief that he was too arrogant and hotheaded to have one. Her name was Malen, and she had an ego large enough to match his. They were nineteen when they had been together— before she left him for a general. She was moving on, she had said. To bigger and better things. At the time, Zhao was not yet a lieutenant. He wasn't ranking, wasn't good enough for her. Zhao easily cast her from his mind; she was annoying and had an ugly nose anyways.
They met years later, shortly after his promotion to Commander. She was older, of course. A more matured beauty than her youth, but her nose was still ugly. No to mention, she was the wife of another man— the very same general she had left him for. Zhao saw with smug pride that she regretted it now, the way her eyes traveled hungrily down his frame.
Of course, her marriage didn't stop her from visiting him that night. It didn't surprise him; he expected no different from her. He didn't reject her though. He reaped the benefits of the sexual pleasure, and if they were caught, then it would hurt her, not him. Compared to what she was, Zhao was rather disappointed. He felt that she was rather lacking in the performance. He wasn't lacking though. The way she gasped against him proved that. He sighed when it was over with her curled up against his chest.
"Well that was boring," he said dismissively. He felt her tense at that.
She left the tent crying a few minutes later.
Sorry for the brevity, but I hoped you enjoyed! Please review!
-NuitSongeur