Do not own
you are my religion
The first time he really, really allowed himself to see her as a woman, the first time he focused on how hers eyes shone in the light of fire; the first time he noticed her beauty; her tenderness, he was 26. For a whole decade, he had forced himself (with much effort) to see her just simply as another human being. He succeeded in his agenda to maintain an unromantic relationship.
Despite this, there were times, when his gaze lingered on her for too long; times when he experienced a slight jump in his pulse when her fingers grazed his skin by accident. He often wrote these expressions off as silly things. But one night; one hideous, yet beautiful night; when they had gone together to Republic City to attend a conference regarding the United Forces; a spark ignited between them. It was late, pass midnight and they had gone to the local tavern for a couple of drinks.
Till this day, Zuko doesn't know how they ended up naked on the floor of a cheap motel room. Sex, was not something Zuko, up to that point, had done with anyone but Mai, his wife. And yet it felt right; like they had been partners forever. His lips fit well with hers; it felt nothing but correct to have her lying beneath him. It was magic. And although they were tipsy, it was very much apparent to the both of them; during and after, that they needed each other.
And it was from that night, that they persued their unholy relationship. It was sinful, it was frowned upon by both their religions but neither one of them cared, because the only faith they had was in each other.
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