AN: Ok after getting some nice emails and reviews here is the next segment of "The Other Boleyn Girl" in which I hope you all will enjoy. So without further delay, here it is.
Laying her carefully on the silkened sheets of her bed, Zuko slowly crawled up her body placing delicate, teasing, sensational kisses long her flesh. Katara lay there, her head tilted slightly, her eyes filled with lust and her teeth slowly sinking into the flesh of her bottom lip. Her breaths were short, almost in a pant like state as Zuko moved slowly up her legs, now kissing her lower abdomen.
Smiling she tangled her hand in his hair, watching as his sweet, seductive lips made contact with her flesh, he was so hypnotic that this all seemed too exotic. Moaning lightly as he worked his way up, between the grooves of her breasts, then slowly kissing each nipple he then paused for a short moment to take her in. Their eyes met and for the first time, Katara was able to see them with all guards down. She saw waves upon waves of mixed emotions resting within those golden orbs and it was then that she understood. He never let his guard down around anyone, including the Fire Lady. But when she was in his presence, he always shed the guard he held up and allowed her to see him for what he truly was. Zuko, not Fire Lord, not royalty, but just a man named Zuko.
While she hid in her thoughts she didn't realize that he had changed his position and was not face to face with her, his head level with hers. Both his hands were on either side of her face, and he held his upper body off her with his strength then leaned in and kissed her full on the lips. She wouldn't refuse him, she couldn't. To say that she had not dreamt of this moment countless times would taste a lie. She wanted this more than anything and she knew that he did as well.
When their lips met, it was forceful yet passionate. Zuko didn't have to beg for entrance, he received it as soon as they made contact and he couldn't help himself to thirst for more. Katara's hand pushed him further into her, until he collapsed atop her, his hands roaming over her body, hungrily.
After what seemed to be endless moments of bliss, they paused, panting like dogs, gazing hungrily at one another. Stray strands of hair draped across Zuko's face, his eyes gleaming underneath his shaggy hair. Smiling, Katara slowly swayed the bangs from his face, allowing herself to relish in his presence. Not at his subject, but as his lover, his equal.
His breath staggered as he felt her cool hand brush across his face, his eyes closed as she cupped the left side rubbing the pad of her thumb across his lips.
For a moment, as the last rays of light slipped out of the sky, Katara and Zuko stayed like this, relishing in each other's mere presence.
After the sun disappeared beneath the western boarders, Katara felt a surge of energy rush through her veins and Zuko sensed it right away. His eyes searching for something hidden within her eyes, something that he had hoped to find. Slowly he slid off her body, sitting at the edge of her bed, his head buried in his hands, sighing heavily.
This sudden action confused Katara, then it donned on her that perhaps he felt guilt for being here and abandoning Song. She wrapped herself in her sheets then sat down next to him, placing a hand on his back.
"I'm sorry," she whispered softly, caressing his back muscles. Slowly his hands slipped from his face, firmly holding her hands in his.
"No," he whispered back, "it's not you Katara," he continued as he gently rubbed the back of her hand softly.
Katara's eyes softened, placing her hand atop his, "Then what is it that troubles you my lord?" she asked, going back to formalities.
Zuko chuckled lightly as he looked back up at her, "My lord? Katara are we truly back to that?" he asked her, seeing a soft smile etches into her features.
"Sorry," she mumbled.
"It's just that," he began, "I do not wish for you to think ill of me after tonight," he continued, "I do not wish for you to think that I wished only this of you and nothing more," he turned to her, cupping her face in one hand, "for you mean far much more to me than just a sleeping companion. I enjoy it when we talk, I feel as though you understand me, listen to what it is that I must say. And when you give advice, it comes from your heart and it solves every problem that I have ever discussed with you. You see through me like no one else has except for Toph and you allow me to be myself, when others guard themselves around me and hold up pretend ideals only to want something from me," he sighed as he rose, "I cannot even begin to express my gratitude for all that you have shown me. My marriage, you've shown me is a shame upon myself and my wife," he saw the confrontation in her eyes as she tried to remember that conversation, "by saying that our arrangement was not out of love, but out of honor and duty," he reassured her, not trying to make her feel ashamed, "and I agree with you. When Lu Ten died, my uncle was torn apart. The thought of sending his son's wife back to her kingdom, where she would be looked down upon as a disgrace was something he could never do. He proposed to me the idea of taking her as my wife, saying that she had not consummated her marriage with Lu Ten and that she would be a loving and tender wife. Grant you, Song is a beautiful woman; she is a kind spirited woman who wishes for nothing but the happiness of our daughter and myself as well as the well being of this nation. But she is not my companion. She is my friend." He sighed sitting down in a wooden chair that rested near Katara's writing desk, massaging the temple of his head with his forefinger and middle finger.
Katara rose, clutching the sheets to her as she made her way across the room, "Zuko," the way she had said his name sent chills running down his spine and up again, "I do not and will not ever think ill of you. You are an admirable man and any woman would be lucky to share a mere moment with you. You have blessed me with life, in which I mean that you have shown me that my 'happy' marriage with Aang is nothing more than a sham. I love him, granted as a friend, much like you love Song and find myself falling ever so deeply in love with you with each passing day. I understand that we shall never be what we secretly wish to be, for the world will never allow such an arrangement. But I am happy as long as I can call you my own in my heart and you can call me your own in your heart," she finished, massaging his shoulders gently.
His hand encompassed hers and they stayed this way for a while, "Katara, I want to give you so much but I am afraid that if I do, something will change between us, something that will force us apart against our will," he whispered softly. Katara, hearing the way his voice cracked slid her hand from underneath his, and found herself sitting across his lap, his head wrapped by her arms and his face buried in her chest.
Softly he sobbed in her breasts, and if it had been any other man, Katara would have felt disgusted and ashamed, but for some reason she did not share those feelings with Zuko at his present state. She knew he needed comfort and that was exactly what she would give him.
Lifting his head ever so slightly, she pressed her lips against his hesitantly at first, then was reassured when Zuko inched closer pressing the back of her head forward towards him, allowing him to taste her fully.
Katara would indeed comfort him in all ways that he needed.