Hey, sorry for not getting this up as fast as usual, smut can give me a bit of trouble (heh), so I hope it came out okay? Anyways I've been busy with school so I'm sorry if I don't upload as fast as I've been. But anyway thank you so much again for reading it makes me happier than I can express, and I hope you guys like this one! :)
"No."
The word echoed throughout Katara's head, suffocating her mind as it seeped within her. No. He said no. How could he? Did he really not understand? Could he not see that this man made her so, so happy?
But, no. He didn't know, he didn't know how dearly she cared for Zuko. And, she felt that even if she told him, he still wouldn't understand. He just couldn't get past the issue of his bloodline, his past, his nation. It clouded his mind, and now he was clouding hers.
Without a word, she stepped out of her chair, and exited the deadly quiet room.
And then she ran.
Part of her was screaming, screaming that she should go back and smack some sense into her father, to scream he makes me happy, can't you see? But his words, his hard irate tone, it was too much for her. It wrapped around her skin, leaving burns and bruises across her body from the fiery weight it carried. It was too much for her right now. She couldn't talk to the man, not now.
And yet, she still knew it was out of love. Her father didn't know, he didn't know. Was it her fault for not telling him? She thought it'd make the situation worse, in all honesty. If it was out of necessity that they marry, wouldn't he understand?
But, no. Not her dad. Her friends, yes, they understood the need for the marriage. And she thought that maybe her dad did too. He just didn't like that it was a necessity.
But more than anything, he wanted her to be happy. And he simply just couldn't see that this Fire Nation man was capable of doing so.
They burned our village, they killed my mom, they sent my dad to war, they killed his people, they tried to wipe out our sister tribe….
But that wasn't Zuko. None of that was Zuko.
With a burning throat and wettened eyes, she soon found that she'd made her way to the Fire Lord's bedchamber.
When she tried to enter the room, the guards stopped her.
"Let me in!"
"No. No one is allowed into Fire Lord Zuko's bedchamber without consent from the Lord himself."
The girl was shaking now, quite visibly so, as she sent an icy glare towards the guards. Under her gaze, they appeared to become a bit nervous. Good.
"Look, I am carrying the next ruler of this nation in my stomach!" she growled, one hand jabbing towards the stomach, the other towards the bewildered men before her. "If I'm not allowed to enter my future child's room, then I'll just bust the door down myself!"
She didn't even need to reach for her waterskin. In a blink, the men had separated, shooting each other wary looks. With a huff, she pushed through the heavy doors.
But now that she was in this grand room, which she so dearly wished to call theirs, she didn't know what to do with herself. A small yet screaming part of her being called her out for being so stupid, so misunderstanding of the whole situation, of her dad's feelings. But another part of her, much larger, knew that talking to him now wouldn't result in any good; the pent up emotions that Katara was still brewing within herself were ready to burst, and she didn't want to do that to her dad. She needed to be calm when talking to him, it was the only way.
And yet another part of her just simply didn't want to look at his face, since he was being quite the asshole to herself and to her….
Her fiance. He was still her fiance. That wasn't going to change.
But if her dad really didn't change his mind, would she be able to bear walking down the aisle without her father at her side?
With a groaning sigh, she crawled atop the mass of fluffy blankets and pillows that was Zuko's bed. Curling herself up, she stared at the wall, trying to clear her mind of her father, her brother, her friends, her anything.
Except Zuko. For that, that was impossible.
Until she felt her stomach about to give way, that is. Then, a much more overpowering and painful thought overtoook her mind.
The baby.
If she didn't marry Zuko, what was she going to do about their unborn child? Surely her father would never accept the child, but more more so, Katara would never give him the chance. It may be a cruel choice, but what she supposed to do? Allow the man who'd taken her child away from their father to appreciate the beauty that would be her kin? No, she couldn't...
Closing her eyes as she leaned over basin, she knew exactly what she had to do….if the marriage would not take place. She'd give the heir of the Fire Nation to Zuko, who'd raise the child with some noblewoman, and Katara would go off and get married to someone….someone who wasn't Zuko.
At this, she proceeded to spew her dinner into the stone cold bin.
It was when she'd cleaned herself, however, that she heard the door slam open, then immediately shoved close with force.
"Katara?"
As she walked out of the bathroom, the sight of Zuko's face hit her like a wall of steel fire. It was hard, it was burning, and it was painful. No, no he couldn't look like this, he couldn't. He had to stay strong for her, and she had to do so for him.
But here they were, both staring at each other with broken eyes and shattered faces.
Until he was on her, kissing her with a burst of passion; clawing at her skin and moaning in between her lips. She sighed back into them, the fiery action allowing for her to momentarily forget their situation. But only for a moment.
She pulled back, unable to stare into his golden irises.
"What did he say? What did you say?"
"I told him I'm in love with you. And he wants to talk to you."
She was about to say that she didn't want to speak to the man right now, but the Fire Lord never gave her the chance. His mouth was on hers again, lips more forceful, full of angst and hate yet not of it was towards her. None. Only love towards her.
Still, as Zuko was walking them towards his bed, confusion ran rampant within her head. She pulled back, and Zuko groaned.
"Please, Katara…." he pleaded, a heaving head shoved into her chest as his hands clawed at the cloth hanging from her shoulders. "He's, he's trying to take me away from you and I can't, I can't-"
"Nobody is taking me away, Zuko, I-"
"But what if he does?!"
The man was practically screaming now; bewildered, wild eyes pierced through her as he shook, still grasped to her. And then there were tears, hot and wet, that formed at the base of his lids and slipped down his heated cheeks. Hers did the same just at the sight of him in such a state.
He was in pain, so much pain. And she was to.
He wanted to forget.
And she did to.
With a silent nod, Zuko ripped her from the ground, bounding onto his bed with the girl in tow.
And then he was kissing her.
Once again, Zuko surprised her in the way that his lips met hers. With new vigor, he was practically stealing the air straight from her lungs, tongue playing at the edge of her lips as he moaned into her mouth. His hands, hot and heavy, grabbed at her shoulders, yanking her higher onto his chest, his heaving breaths pounding against hers.
It was liked she'd never been kissed before, never lived before, and now he was teaching her. Teaching her how to breathe, how to move, how to bend. But how to live, he was showing her how to live, live with the life that he was pushing into her with his kiss.
He was kissing her as if it was that night so, so long ago with the lightning still coursing through his veins and she thought he was going to die, going to die right in her arms and she couldn't bear it, couldn't bear the thought of the last breath leaving his lips - and she was saving him, saving with the water that weaved between her fingertips and yes, she was saving him but more than that, they were saving each other.
Thank you, Katara.
"Please," Zuko rasped through his quivering lips as he latched his hands onto her shoulders, her torso, her waist, his thick breath fogging her vision. "Please let me have this night."
"Thank you, Zuko."
And this time, it was he who broke.
His teeth were nipping at her, scalding her neck with his bites and presses, hips bucking wildly into her as he moaned; the soft sounds flooded out of his mouth and into her own brain. The sweet sounds of pleasure drove her mad as she proceeded to drive herself into him, matching his pace.
With Aang, kissing was always soft and sweet, gentle yet loving. With Jet, it was angry and full of angst, the way he thrusted into her as he would growl across her neck. It was cold and stiff, and she'd accepted it, assuming that that was how sex was meant to be.
But with Zuko, with Zuko, it was anything but stiff or cold. It was fire and steam, licking at her skin with the heated pleasure it formed. It was flames beneath her skin, hot water dousing her body as he groped at her chest, hands exploring across her body. And his eyes, oh La his eyes.
She never knew that eyes could take on such love and grace, such heat and ecstasy.
It made her knees weak and her arms shake as she struggled to remove his thick robes; but eventually he got sick of them too, removing her quivering grasp from the clothes as he ripped them off himself.
And then with a gasp, she was on her back, the Fire Lord's hard, pleated chest rising and falling in a heavy fashion over her dazed eyes.
"You're too beautiful for your own good, waterbender," he murmured into her neck as his fingers toyed with her tunic, untying it as he pulled her sleeves down at an agonizingly slow pace.
She moaned in frustration, trying to find his mouth with her own but her head was spinning and her vision was shaking and he was chuckling a low, husky chuckle and she knew that some how someway she must've died, for there was no way that any mortal living being could feel such pleasure.
But soon enough, the fire in his eyes met the steam in her own and his hands were unraveling the annoying cloth from her skin and the itchy wraps from her chest and she was glowing in front of him, and he was murmuring and calling her beautiful and pressing his lips to her heated skin and she was moaning, oh La was she moaning.
She'd never felt more beautiful than when she was blazing under his gaze.
When her tongue swirled around her swollen nipple, she gasped as she suddenly became very aware of the wetness in her under bindings and the hardness prodding into her upper thigh.
His teeth met the puckered skin, and she nearly screamed, biting into his neck as she thrusted into him. The sensation swimmed around her, a mess of colors and shining light and she was scratching down his back as he took her breasts into his hands and she jolted, electricity filling her veins as his fingers danced lower and lower and lower...
When she felt a tug at the hem of her under bindings, she threw her head against the billowing pillow beneath her, a seething gasp running wild through her lips. Farther and farther, he drew the cloth down her legs, until discarding the damp fabric across the room.
And then, then his fingers were sparking and her wetness was gasoline and she combusted under his touch, skin exploding as the flames of pleasure ate her alive. He swirled his fingers around her swollen lips, dancing across her puckered clit. After multiple noises of pleasure had withered through her, his digits were sneaking in between her folds; he was groaning and she was gasping, her own hands weaving themselves into his dark, inky locks. But it wasn't until his heated tongue swept across her wetness that she screamed, her voice piercing through her own squeals and his heaving pants.
"Katara…" Zuko's husky voiced ached out her name into her pelvis, eyes closed as he quivered.
"You're so fucking beautiful."
And he was climbing atop her now, pants somehow shed in the madness, length trailing across her thigh as he poised himself above her, eyes shining wildly into her own.
And then, she smirked.
With as much strength as she could muster, she flipped the man over, so that it was she who was looming over him, the girl's smile twisting further as his eyes grew in shock.
When he nodded to her, lips agape as he strode his hands across her waist, she lowered herself onto his throbbing organ, groaning as the mass filled her.
But it was so good, so good with him inside her. She never thought she'd feel such pleasure again, such pleasure as she'd felt that night, now centuries ago.
And he was pushing into her, thrusting with heavy grunts, fingers digging into her sides as he did so. She met his pace, incoherents slurs falling from her mouth as her eyes rolled within her, the ecstasy and passion clouding her senses, overwhelming her nerves, pulsing within her very viens.
He thrusted harder now, hips slamming against the girl as he groped at her chest, swivelling his fingers across her puckered nipples. It was maddening, the flood of such pleasure. Simply maddening.
And now, she was truly screaming, screaming her overwhelming bliss into the shimmering walls of the Fire Lord's room, with the Fire Lord himself making love to her across his lengthy bed. It was too much, far too much that she couldn't contain it within her mortal being. She screamed, she wailed, she moaned and shook and shivered under his pleasure, their pleasure.
Soon enough, she was collapsing under his length, coming undone as his final thrusts completely tore her body apart, skin peeling back as the wave of fire coursed through her body, sending her brain to new, unimaginable places of felicity; her mouth let out every word, every letter that was lodged up her throat, all coming out in one, final wail as she felt his own pleasure shooting into her. He let out a rapturous groan, nails digging into her exploding skin.
And then, then she was on top of him and his arms curled around her as he places soft kisses across her forehead, the heaving pants of their aftermath lulling them both into a blissful slumber.
